Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 694 | "Shall you be sold for sleen feed? Shall we contrive exquisite tortures for you, say, cutting off bits of your body and cooking them, and forcing you to eat them, until from the loss of blood and tissue, you die, or should we bind you and sew you in a sack, your head exposed, with rabid urts, or shall we merely cut your throat swiftly, in disgust, and be done with it?" "Please, Master," she wept, throwing herself to her belly before him, clutching at his ankle, putting her forehead down to his foot, "please, please, Master!" "Perhaps we should be merciful, sparing your miserable life," said Boots, angrily, "and just throw you on your belly under a wagon, your ankles up and projecting out through the spokes, tied there, in order that your feet may be cut off?" She sobbed, lying before him. |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 691 | If intent is involved in such an omission, it can be an occasion for death by torture. |
| 12 | 692 | "Mercy, Master!" she cried. |
| 12 | 693 | "What shall be done with you?" asked Boots. |
| 12 | 694 | "Shall you be sold for sleen feed? Shall we contrive exquisite tortures for you, say, cutting off bits of your body and cooking them, and forcing you to eat them, until from the loss of blood and tissue, you die, or should we bind you and sew you in a sack, your head exposed, with rabid urts, or shall we merely cut your throat swiftly, in disgust, and be done with it?" "Please, Master," she wept, throwing herself to her belly before him, clutching at his ankle, putting her forehead down to his foot, "please, please, Master!" "Perhaps we should be merciful, sparing your miserable life," said Boots, angrily, "and just throw you on your belly under a wagon, your ankles up and projecting out through the spokes, tied there, in order that your feet may be cut off?" She sobbed, lying before him. |
| 12 | 695 | "You are a frigid little slave, and worthless," he cried. |
| 12 | 696 | "Spare me, Master," she begged. |
| 12 | 697 | "I will become hot, dutiful and subservient!" "What would be a suitable punishment, for a meaningless, nasty little slut like you?" he asked. |
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If intent is involved in such an omission, it can be an occasion for death by torture.
"Mercy, Master!" she cried.
"What shall be done with you?" asked Boots.
"Shall you be sold for sleen feed? Shall we contrive exquisite tortures for you, say, cutting off bits of your body and cooking them, and forcing you to eat them, until from the loss of blood and tissue, you die, or should we bind you and sew you in a sack, your head exposed, with rabid urts, or shall we merely cut your throat swiftly, in disgust, and be done with it?" "Please, Master," she wept, throwing herself to her belly before him, clutching at his ankle, putting her forehead down to his foot, "please, please, Master!" "Perhaps we should be merciful, sparing your miserable life," said Boots, angrily, "and just throw you on your belly under a wagon, your ankles up and projecting out through the spokes, tied there, in order that your feet may be cut off?" She sobbed, lying before him.
"You are a frigid little slave, and worthless," he cried.
"Spare me, Master," she begged.
"I will become hot, dutiful and subservient!" "What would be a suitable punishment, for a meaningless, nasty little slut like you?" he asked.
- (Players of Gor, Chapter 12)