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Phoebe

Book 20. (9 results) Players of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
6	617	"Her name is Phoebe," said the Bina, "and were she not veiled it would be easier to describe her to you, as she is frightfully homely".	10
6	662	The Brigella, as the Lady Phoebe, extricated herself, on her knees, from the robes of Boots Tarsk-Bit.	10
6	666	"Phoebe!" cried the Lady Tipa.	10
6	667	"Tipa," moaned Phoebe, in misery.	10
6	668	"Phoebe!" cried the Lady Tipa, in delight.	10
6	669	"Tipa!" pleaded Phoebe.	10
6	670	"Phoebe on her knees, as naked as a slave, on a public road, crawling out of a man's robes!" laughed the Bina, pointing derisively at her.	10
6	671	"How shameful, how outrageous, how marvelous, how delicious, how glorious!" "Please, Tipa," pleaded Phoebe.	10
6	1204	The Bina, then, in her garments of a free woman, she who had played the brief role of the Lady Tipa, the fellow villager of the Lady Phoebe, emerged onto the stage.	10

Book 23. (26 results) Renegades of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
8	354	"I am Phoebe, Lady of Telnus," she said.	10
8	499	Lady Phoebe of Telnus was, of course, a free woman, and though she was a capture, in a sense, she had a special status with me.	10
8	518	"Oh!" said Lady Phoebe, softly.	10
8	548	"Oh!" said Lady Phoebe.	10
8	554	"Ohh!" gasped Lady Phoebe, crying out in the blindfold, squirming on the saddle before me.	10
8	562	"Oh, ohh," said Lady Phoebe.	10
8	605	I did not know if the Lady Phoebe would find these appealing or not but she would learn to eat them.	10
8	932	"I shall call you 'Phoebe,'" I said.	10
9	41	The ears of the delicate Phoebe must have burned as she heard the snapping of wings near us and the shouting of ribald, raucous jests, of which her beauty and its probable disposition were the subject.	10
9	50	In these attempts I had, of course, not taken Phoebe.	10
9	170	I watched Phoebe pour some meal into the boiling, salted water.	10
9	183	Phoebe knelt near the fire, back on her heels.	10
9	194	Phoebe knelt even straighter.	10
9	224	"Phoebe has gathered, the last two nights," she said, shyly, "that she may not be without attractions to master".	10
9	274	I bit into the bread and Phoebe then, too, began to eat, taking a small spoonful of the porridge.	10
9	277	"Do you think she is free?" asked Phoebe.	10
9	289	"She is passionate," said Phoebe.	10
9	291	"Nonetheless," said Phoebe, "she is passionate".	10
9	293	"So, too, I would were mine," said Phoebe, boldly.	10
9	307	"She is quiet now," said Phoebe.	10
9	309	"She is probably licking and kissing him now, clinging to him," said Phoebe, "afraid that he might thrust her away".	10
9	441	"How often," smiled Phoebe, "did I, as a free woman, feel repulsion and horror at even the sight of such scanty, revealing garments, in which slaves were put.	10
9	445	"But she is a slave, is she not?" asked Phoebe.	10
12	409	I had not eaten since early morning, at the small tent I had shared with Phoebe.	10
24	122	I recalled lovely Phoebe, of Telnus, so slim, with her very dark hair, her very white skin.	10
24	898	She reminded me a little of Phoebe, from Telnus, whom I had left on the coffle with the remainder of the debtor sluts I had redeemed, and obtained, at the Crooked Tarn, Temione, Amina, Rimice and Liomache.	10

Book 24. (36 results) Vagabonds of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
1	95	"'Phoebe'," she said.	10
1	116	I had, of course, warned Phoebe to silence, with respect to whose captive she was, as my business in the north, at least at that time, had been secret.	10
1	124	I had little doubt that Phoebe, and without too much provocation, might have revealed more of me, and of our relationship, and past, and such, than I would have approved of.	10
1	225	"When you left the coffle, then," I said, "it contained only Amina, Rimice and Phoebe".	10
1	232	"Phoebe wants explicitly to be a slave," she said.	10
3	165	Even now, I supposed, he was keeping four women for me, a slave, Liadne, serving as first girl, and three free women, Amina, of Venna, and Rimice and Phoebe, both of Cos.	10
3	168	I had also picked up slim, white-skinned, dark-haired Phoebe there, who had muchly stripped herself before me, acceding to her pleas that I accept her, if only as a servant.	10
32	80	I recalled Phoebe, the slim young maid of Cos whom I had taken with me, at her request, from the Crooked Tarn.	10
37	81	"Phoebe," he said.	10
37	105	I had known this about Phoebe for a long time, of course, even from the time she had first knelt before me, at the Crooked Tarn.	10
37	126	It amused me to think of the lovely Phoebe under a condition of such need.	10
37	208	Indeed, I had a superb disposition in mind for Phoebe.	10
37	211	We would not discuss the disposition of the lovely Phoebe before them, as she, too, was a female.	10
37	220	"Where is Phoebe?" I asked, for, as I went around the wagon, I did not see her within.	10
37	262	She was as first girl to the others, even Phoebe, the free woman.	10
37	301	"Several fellows have asked me to put Phoebe at the stake," he said, "being willing to pay an entire copper tarsk".	10
37	416	"Later in the morning," he said, "Phoebe is to be prepared for presentation".	10
37	426	"You are not even a free woman, as Phoebe," said Ephialtes.	10
37	489	"Do you think you can prepare Phoebe for presentation tomorrow morning," I asked.	10
37	512	Tomorrow Phoebe was to be presented.	10
43	182	I had expected that Marcus would be strongly attracted to Phoebe, for she was an extraordinarily lovely example of a type that he found almost maddeningly irresistible.	10
43	186	But even though I had expected Marcus would find Phoebe of extreme interest, I had not anticipated that his interest would have been as arresting and profound as it apparently was.	10
43	187	Also, I had not anticipated that Phoebe, on her part, would have had the profound reaction to him that she had apparently had.	10
48	322	"'Phoebe'".	10
48	331	"Surely you have known women in Ar," I said, "whose name was 'Phoebe'?" "It is a Cosian name," he snarled.	10
48	456	"You are a poor slave," he said to Phoebe.	10
48	478	I supposed I might use Phoebe once in a while, when my needs were much upon me, as she was a convenience, and a slave, but I suspected I should save her mostly for Marcus.	10
48	542	"'Phoebe'," I said.	10
48	547	"You are Phoebe," he said to her.	10
48	548	"Who are you?" "Phoebe, Master," she said.	10
48	582	Phoebe looked at me, frightened.	10
48	590	He then, with great roughness, freeing her tightly bound wrists from behind her back, fastened Phoebe, she gasping, wincing, in the yoke.	10
48	594	The yoke itself was not heavy, but its weight, together with the weight of the gear, and such, was not negligible for one such as Phoebe.	10
48	599	I shook it out, that Phoebe could see that it was a skimpy, one-piece slave tunic.	10
48	612	In it, of course, Phoebe would be charmingly displayed as what she was, a slave.	10
49	5	Phoebe, too, is nearby, attending to her duties in the camp.	10

Book 25. (239 results) Magicians of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
7	552	"It is regrettable, is it not," Marcus asked Phoebe, "that she was forced to appear degradingly unshod?" "Yes, Master," said Phoebe, "for she is a free woman".	10
8	394	One had sneered "Slave!" to Phoebe, to which Phoebe had put down her head, saying "Yes, Mistress".	10
8	659	As Tafa was currently subject to us, and Phoebe was with us, this put Phoebe in a position of de facto priority to her.	10
19	1337	"And had it been Phoebe?" "Phoebe knows better," he said.	10
20	844	In a few moments she wept, "I yield me, Master!" and I then held her like iron and cried out with joy and she sobbed "I am helpless and taken!" and Phoebe, too, in the arms of Marcus, cried out, herself as well taken, and he, too, uttered a wild cry and a then sudden, low, satisfying growl, and the ...	10
1	88	With him, clinging closely, about him, as though she might fear losing him in the crowd, and attempting also, it seemed, not unoften, to make herself small and conceal herself behind him, was his slave, Phoebe, this name having been put on her, a slender exquisite, very lightly complexioned, very da...	10
1	129	Phoebe clung close to him, her tiny fingers on his sleeve.	10
1	161	"And what of slaves?" asked Marcus, irritably, scowling at Phoebe.	10
1	165	His slave, Phoebe, had been Cosian.	10
1	211	"Phoebe is not finished with your feet," I said.	10
1	212	Phoebe looked up, happily.	10
1	224	"Oh!" said Phoebe.	10
1	232	"Oh!" said Phoebe again.	10
1	245	Phoebe lowered her head, smiling.	10
1	255	Phoebe complied.	10
1	277	Phoebe put down her head, shyly smiling.	10
1	298	Phoebe looked up, frightened.	10
1	304	Phoebe was very small and helpless, kneeling on the stones, near the wall.	10
1	331	Phoebe, very small and vulnerable, naked, in her collar, crawled more behind the legs of Marcus.	10
1	369	Phoebe was behind us, on her stomach, shuddering, covering her head with her hands.	10
1	373	"You are safe now," I said to Phoebe, "or at least as safe as is ever a female slave".	10
1	385	She, too, had been caught, like Phoebe, in the path of the procession.	10
1	429	Then she looked across at us, and at Phoebe, who lowered her eyes, quickly.	10
1	450	I followed him, and Phoebe raced behind us.	10
2	2	Phoebe, kneeling, gasping, unclasped her hands from behind her neck, and lifted her head from the dirt, in our small tent, outside the walls of Ar, one of hundreds of such tents, mainly for vagabonds, itinerants and refugees.	10
2	3	"Thank you, Master," said Phoebe.	10
2	14	"Do you know what this is?" he asked Phoebe.	10
2	23	I saw that Phoebe wanted to reach out and seize the small garment but that she, under discipline, kept her hands, as she had been directed, at her sides.	10
2	27	"It is to be mine, is it not?" asked Phoebe, eagerly, expectantly, hopefully.	10
2	38	It was the sort of garment which free women profess to despise, to find unspeakably shocking, unutterably scandalous, the sort of garment which they profess to regard with horror, the sort of garment which they seem almost ready to faint at the sight of, and yet to Phoebe, and to others like her, in...	10
2	47	In Phoebe's case, of course, the garment represented not only such things, confirmation of her bondage, her subjection to a master, and such, but, more importantly, at the moment, the considerable difference between being clothed and unclothed.	10
2	49	"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" wept Phoebe, clutching the garment.	10
2	52	Not only would Phoebe be incredibly fetching in a slave garment, garments permitting a female in many ways to call attention to, accentuate, display and enhance her beauty, but it would make her, and us, less conspicuous on the streets of Ar.	10
2	73	Phoebe slipped the garment over her head.	10
2	79	Phoebe drew down the tunic about her thighs, and turned before Marcus, happily.	10
2	81	"Does the slave please you?" inquired Phoebe, delighted.	10
2	86	"The better that my master may look upon my flanks," said Phoebe.	10
2	95	"A girl is pleased, if she is found pleasing by her master," said Phoebe.	10
2	113	I went back, with Marcus and Phoebe, later in the afternoon.	10
2	148	"Master?" asked Phoebe, turning before Marcus.	10
2	156	Phoebe looked at me, gratefully, flushed.	10
2	160	Phoebe approached him and held her wrists, crossed, before her.	10
2	181	Phoebe, of course, was muchly in love with Marcus, and he, in spite of himself, with her.	10
2	236	Phoebe now stood humbly before Marcus, as she had been commanded.	10
2	243	Marcus would know, of course, that Phoebe would not be likely to know much, if anything, of such matters.	10
2	246	"No, Master," said Phoebe.	10
2	249	I think he was just as pleased that Phoebe had not been muchly trained.	10
2	254	"Master is undoubtedly familiar with many slaves, and things having to do with slaves," said Phoebe.	10
2	256	Though Marcus was a young man and, as far as I knew, had never owned a personal slave before Phoebe, he, as a Gorean, would be familiar with slaves.	10
2	265	Phoebe, because of the nature of her acquisition and holding, and our movements, and such, had had very little chance to associate with, or meet, other slaves.	10
2	267	Indeed, even if we remained in the camp for a few days, it was likely that Phoebe would soon find herself in one group or another of female slaves, conversing, working together, perhaps laundering, or such.	10
2	271	"Yes, Master," said Phoebe, eagerly.	10
2	275	Already, it seemed, Phoebe had returned to her normal mode of relating to him, as a mere, docile slave, not daring to confess her love openly.	10
2	277	Phoebe now, given his recent intensity, his denunciation of her mendacity, his fury, his excessive response to her protestations of love, the violence of his reaction to them, had more than ample evidence of the depth of his feelings toward her.	10
2	294	"Is it pretty?" asked Phoebe.	10
2	300	Phoebe moved about in the tent, delighted.	10
2	306	Phoebe then, beside herself with passion, knelt swiftly before Marcus.	10
2	387	Although I did not think that Phoebe, who was a highly intelligent girl, would be likely to attempt an escape, even if she were not bound to Marcus by chains a thousand times stronger than those of iron, the chains of love, she might be stolen.	10
2	399	"Please, Master!" begged Phoebe.	10
2	401	Phoebe was quite beautiful in the tunic.	10
3	61	I was looking about for Marcus and Phoebe.	10
3	150	I then continued my search for Marcus and Phoebe.	10
3	180	I recalled that Phoebe, too, had been on a leash.	10
3	184	I wondered if, even now, Phoebe might be writhing at his mercy in an intricate slave binding, one which might make her so much the more helpless under his touch.	10
3	187	Certainly Phoebe had been superb in her tunic, adjusted on her by the slave girdle.	10
3	192	I wondered if Phoebe had dared yet, in her need, to come close to him, on her leash, or even, perhaps, to brush against him, perhaps as though inadvertently.	10
3	320	Behind Marcus was Phoebe, standing very straight, and very close to him, but not touching him.	10
3	329	I saw more than one fellow looking at Phoebe.	10
3	334	Phoebe trembled, and bit her lip a little more.	10
3	338	"I entered Phoebe in "meat catch," " said Marcus, "but she failed to catch even a single morsel".	10
3	343	"I had thought you might have taken Phoebe to the tent by now," I said.	10
3	347	Phoebe made a tiny noise.	10
3	348	"I think Phoebe is ready for the tent now," I said.	10
3	352	"Perhaps you should take Phoebe back to the tent," I said.	10
3	374	"How do you like them?" Marcus asked Phoebe.	10
3	430	"I can do that, Master," sobbed Phoebe, trying to stand very still.	10
3	463	"I can do that," said Phoebe.	10
3	470	"It is still early, Master," said Phoebe.	10
3	476	"Perhaps we will return to the tent now," said Marcus to Phoebe.	10
3	486	Phoebe moved her lovely little head in the leash and collar, and looked off into the distance.	10
3	490	Phoebe's mistake, of course, was to look away.	10
3	924	Indeed, by now, Marcus and Phoebe might be asleep.	10
3	928	Phoebe, as I have suggested, was held to her master by bonds compared to which stout ropes, woven of the strongest, coarsest fibers, and chains or iron, obdurate, weighty and unbreakable, were mere gossamer strands.	10
4	26	Phoebe was not with us.	10
4	37	Marcus had decided to keep Phoebe today in a box or locker, rather than at an open ring.	10
4	46	Also, it seemed to me, aside from the value of its effect of Phoebe, an excellent idea.	10
4	48	Some might recall that Phoebe was his slave, and thus attempt to trace him through her.	10
4	126	We clasped hands, and then continued on our way, to fetch Phoebe.	10
5	1	Outside the Gate "And so, tonight," said Marcus, huddling beside me, in a blanket, Phoebe covered in another, completely, so that she could not see, beside him, in the darkness and cold outside the sun gate, with perhaps two or three hundred others, "I thought you were to be warm and snug in Ar".	10
5	90	Marcus thrust Phoebe's head farther down, she covered totally by the blanket.	10
6	205	In a few moments we had come to a slave ring where we had left Phoebe.	10
6	214	"Are you hungry?" Marcus asked Phoebe.	10
6	226	Then, in a moment, we left, retracing our steps, moving north on the Avenue of the Central Cylinder, past shops, fountains, columns and such, until we would make our left turn, toward Emerald Street, Phoebe heeling him, her hands now fastened behind her in the bracelets.	10
7	27	Marcus and I, and Phoebe, had watched the burning of the great gate for a time.	10
7	66	Phoebe was close behind Marcus, clinging to him, that she not be swept from us in the throngs.	10
7	117	Marcus looked down, sharply, at Phoebe, who clung to his arm.	10
7	118	Instantly Phoebe looked down.	10
7	121	Phoebe, of course, was much exposed in the brief slave tunic, her arms and legs.	10
7	147	"Phoebe might be hurt," I said.	10
7	223	Phoebe stood on her tiptoes, clinging to Marcus' arm, her slim, lovely body very straight.	10
7	314	"She is not a slave," said another, glaring angrily at Phoebe who, frightened, in her slave tunic, pressed herself more closely against Marcus.	10
7	403	Phoebe had her head down, her eyes shut, covering her ears with her hands, so great was the din.	10
7	405	Phoebe opened her eyes and removed her hands from her ears, but she kept her head down.	10
7	426	Phoebe now knelt beside Marcus, her head down.	10
7	434	Marcus looked down at Phoebe.	10
7	463	Phoebe rose to her feet beside her master, clinging to him, pressing herself to him, soft, her head down.	10
7	547	"But we would not wish to risk her little feet, would we?" Marcus asked Phoebe.	10
7	548	"No, Master," said Phoebe.	10
7	549	Although Marcus had spoken in irony, Phoebe's response was quite serious, and appropriately so.	10
7	551	An unbridgeable and, to the slave, terrifying chasm separates any free woman on Gor from a slave, such as Phoebe.	10
7	554	Phoebe, of course, was barefoot.	10
8	17	Phoebe was heeling Marcus.	10
8	63	"What a beautiful street!" exclaimed Phoebe.	10
8	85	To be sure, I think that Phoebe's outburst was genuinely inadvertent.	10
8	134	Marcus and I then, followed by Phoebe, continued on our way.	10
8	217	"You need not look at the establishments on this street," Marcus informed Phoebe.	10
8	246	"Did you enjoy the pageant?" I asked Phoebe.	10
8	251	"Surely master is not jealous?" inquired Phoebe, delightedly.	10
8	259	"Master is a thousand times more handsome than Milo," said Phoebe.	10
8	273	Phoebe, I think, in her way, was having her vengeance.	10
8	274	For example, when we had passed by various open-air markets, shelf markets, and such, many of the girls, nude in their chains, usually fastened by the neck or ankle to heavy iron rings, had clearly, to the fury of Phoebe, in posings, and by means of subtle glances, and such, attempted to call themse...	10
8	294	In attending the great theater last night we had conceded to public opinion, or, more particularly, to the sensibilities of free women, clothing Phoebe modestly, or at least somewhat modestly.	10
8	299	Phoebe herself, of course, held the sheet about her.	10
8	301	Little more than Phoebe's soft, dark eyes and the bridge of her nose could be seen, except, of course, at the bottom, where one might detect her bared ankles and feet.	10
8	302	We did not think that Phoebe would relax her vigilance in clutching the sheet about her.	10
8	318	Marcus and I stopped, and Phoebe knelt beside Marcus, back a bit, in close heeling position.	10
8	387	"You just did not realize that Phoebe could be so fetching, completely concealed," I said.	10
8	391	No sooner had he had Phoebe inside the door to our room in the insula than he had torn the sheet and veil from her and flung her on her belly to the straw-filled mat, then leaping upon her with a cry of joy.	10
8	395	There had been little difficulty, of course, in folks knowing that Phoebe was a slave, given, for example, that her primary covering was a sheet and that her feet were bared.	10
8	408	"Phoebe liked it," I said.	10
8	416	It had cost three full copper tarsks for our admission to the pageant, and one of those was for Phoebe.	10
8	440	In moment or two Marcus was again beside me, and Phoebe behind him, on his left.	10
8	647	I turned to Phoebe.	10
8	649	"No, Master," said Phoebe, "certainly not.	10
8	653	"Indeed," said Phoebe, "it seems to me that she got off quite lightly.	10
8	656	"I am not 'Mistress,'" said Phoebe.	10
8	658	It was natural enough, in the circumstances, for Tafa to have addressed Phoebe as "Mistress".	10
8	676	"The decision as to the discipline of a slave will be made by the masters," I reminded Phoebe.	10
8	677	"Yes, Master," said Phoebe.	10
8	679	Phoebe's zeal to see an errant slave punished, and suitably, was a quite natural one, of course.	10
8	686	It might be added, incidentally, that Phoebe, herself a slave, in moral consistency, fully accepted this same principle, at least intellectually, in her own case.	10
8	691	Phoebe herself, it might be mentioned, had very seldom been lashed, particularly since the day of Myron's entrance into the city when Marcus had finally accepted her as a mere slave, as opposed to a Cosian woman in his collar, to be sure, enslaved, on whom he could vent his hatred for Cos and all th...	10
8	692	The general immunity to the lash which was experienced by Phoebe, of course, was a function of her excellence as a slave.	10
8	696	"Look!" laughed Phoebe, looking toward the prone slave.	10
8	698	"Scandalous slave!" laughed Phoebe.	10
8	704	"Slave, slave!" laughed Phoebe.	10
8	706	"She is such a slave," said Phoebe.	10
8	708	"Yes, Master," said Phoebe.	10
8	709	I was amused by Phoebe's attitude.	10
8	753	"More so than I?" asked Phoebe.	10
8	755	"Please, Master," begged Phoebe.	10
8	757	"Yes, Master!" said Phoebe, defiantly.	10
8	761	"Phoebe is jealous," she whispered.	10
8	762	"Phoebe, who is what?" he said.	10
8	763	"Phoebe, Master's slave, is jealous," she said.	10
8	765	"Master sports with his helpless slave," pouted Phoebe.	10
8	781	On the other hand, despite the niceties involved in such matters, the allocations of power, the legalities, and such, I had little doubt that Phoebe, and, indeed, thousands of other slaves, had a great deal to do with whether they were kept or not.	10
8	787	Though Marcus would not admit this, and would scorn the very idea, it seemed obvious to me that not only was Phoebe his love slave, but that he was to her as love master.	10
8	792	But Marcus and Phoebe paid me no attention.	10
8	794	"I love you, Master," was saying Phoebe, looking up at him, "totally and helplessly".	10
8	823	"Master," said Phoebe, pleadingly.	10
8	827	"Master," begged Phoebe.	10
8	831	"Master!" said Phoebe, suddenly, again.	10
8	918	I had scarcely uttered my injunction to Marcus when, Phoebe screaming, the fellow lunged.	10
8	971	Phoebe shrank back a bit, closer to Marcus.	10
8	1002	"Yes, Master," said Phoebe.	10
8	1008	"Master," moaned Phoebe.	10
8	1018	"Master," whimpered Phoebe.	10
8	1047	Phoebe turned about, from her knees, the tunic between her teeth, and looked back at us.	10
8	1060	This arrangement, at any rate, was the one which Marcus had taught to Phoebe long ago, quite early in her slavery to him, at a time when she had been much more often kept bound and gagged than now.	10
8	1064	Phoebe hurried behind.	10
8	1070	We then continued on our way, Phoebe heeling her master.	10
9	235	Phoebe, of course, had been Cosian.	10
10	33	"Does Phoebe have her period?" I asked.	10
12	242	Phoebe had often learned that to her dismay.	10
13	205	"I would not trade Phoebe for her," he said.	10
13	206	"And he might not trade her for Phoebe," I smiled.	10
18	244	Or perhaps it would be more correct to say that he did not much approve of Phoebe's approving of him.	10
19	1468	"I want Phoebe!" he said.	10
20	13	"Yes," granted Phoebe, kneeling nearby, some sewing across her knees.	10
20	15	Phoebe, of course, was first girl.	10
20	16	"For a cheap slave," said Phoebe.	10
20	23	"Please do not stop!" "Her hair is too short," said Phoebe.	10
20	45	"Her skin is blotchy," said Phoebe.	10
20	145	"Her skin is still blotchy," said Phoebe.	10
20	148	"And her hair is much too short," said Phoebe.	10
20	151	"But I suppose she is pretty enough," said Phoebe, "for a cheap girl".	10
20	153	"What did you cost?" asked Phoebe.	10
20	155	Phoebe knew very well, of course, what I had paid for her.	10
20	158	"I myself," said Phoebe, "sold for a hundred pieces of gold".	10
20	167	In such a market I thought that Phoebe would probably go for something like two or two and a half silver tarsks, and that the other girl, if her hair was grown out and her skin healed, for something like two silver tarsks.	10
20	169	Phoebe tossed her head, smoothing her hair about.	10
20	173	Phoebe cried out with rage, and rushed to the wall to seize up a switch there.	10
20	177	Marcus had intercepted Phoebe's descending wrist.	10
20	178	Phoebe cried out in pain and dropped the switch.	10
20	183	You are both only slaves, only animals!" Phoebe struggled, angrily, in his arms.	10
20	192	Originally Phoebe had known little, if anything, of sewing, but when she had become slave she must learn such things.	10
20	195	I would see to it that she received instruction of Phoebe.	10
20	197	Phoebe ceased struggling and Marcus released her, stepped back a pace and regarded her.	10
20	210	Phoebe sobbed, her head to the side.	10
20	219	Phoebe looked at her, in wonder.	10
20	222	Phoebe sobbed, looking away.	10
20	223	"She is telling you that Phoebe is jealous of her," I said.	10
20	224	Marcus crouched down beside Phoebe.	10
20	226	"Yes, Master," sobbed Phoebe, her eyes closed.	10
20	231	This he threw down beside Phoebe, the coils of the leather cracking on the floor, beside her head, to the right.	10
20	240	I went over and picked up the sewing which Phoebe had dropped to the floor when she had leaped to her feet.	10
20	271	I then, in a moment, took back the garment, and dropped it to the side, where Phoebe had been working, near the small sewing basket there.	10
20	273	Phoebe was now gasping at one side of the room.	10
20	295	Marcus, turning, rolling, Phoebe locked in his arms, had struck into the wall there.	10
20	341	Phoebe was moaning to one side.	10
20	348	"Claim me!" wept Phoebe.	10
20	351	"I yield me your slave!" wept Phoebe.	10
20	377	"You have done well, Phoebe," I said.	10
20	379	"Thank you, Master," gasped Phoebe.	10
20	384	"Your skin is blotchy," I said to Phoebe.	10
20	442	"My master has an excellent hand!" volunteered Phoebe.	10
20	448	"It was my hope, Phoebe," said I, "that your master, exactly, might be prevailed upon to lend his expertise to this endeavor".	10
20	501	Marcus and I had agreed that Phoebe would not write the letter.	10
20	506	For example, Phoebe had a beautiful, feminine hand, but it was natural for her, and easiest for her, of course, to write in Cosian script.	10
20	508	Thus, rather than have Phoebe try to disguise her hand and write in the script of Ar, Marcus and I had decided that the note, or letter, would be written by the new slave, whose background, and education, were of Ar, the same as those of the putative writer of the note, or letter.	10
20	515	"Master!" said Phoebe, suddenly, taken by Marcus and thrust down, forcibly, to the boards.	10
20	519	"Please enter your slave, Master," said Phoebe.	10
20	537	"Master," begged Phoebe.	10
20	547	"Your slave begs," said Phoebe to Marcus.	10
20	612	"Master," begged Phoebe.	10
20	614	"Master!" whimpered Phoebe.	10
20	624	"Master," begged Phoebe.	10
20	645	"I will write the letter for you," mumbled Marcus, his words lost somewhere in Phoebe's neck.	10
20	785	Phoebe was moaning to one side, locked in the arms of Marcus.	10
20	845	"I am yours," said Phoebe to Marcus.	10
21	84	Indeed, in a sense she was ignorant of its contents as Marcus and I, with Phoebe's expert assistance, as it turned out, had composed it yesterday evening, while she had been scouting the public boards for us, for any news that might be of interest.	10
22	127	That was reassuring, and was in its way a compliment to Phoebe's skill as a seamstress, which skill she had primarily acquired following her collaring.	10
22	268	Only Phoebe had not seemed surprised, but had merely smiled.	10
23	241	"But he will catch up with you, with a slave, Phoebe".	10
23	252	"Then, if all goes well, Marcus and Phoebe can leave with you tomorrow".	10
23	360	"It is seldom necessary to whip Phoebe either now," said Marcus.	10
25	643	"Besides, you are angry that Phoebe liked it".	10
28	165	"Where is Phoebe?" I asked.	10

Book 27. (2 results) Prize of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
28	309	"Prettier than those of Phoebe?" asked Bosk of Port Kar.	10
28	311	That "Phoebe," as they spoke of her, thought Ellen, so casually, so objectively, must be a slave.	10