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Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)

"See how beautiful she is!" "Master," I wept to Mirus, "I beg forgiveness!" Then I reacted, again and again, as though he might have been angered by my plea, as though I were struck with the whip. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #221)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
31 221 "See how beautiful she is!" "Master," I wept to Mirus, "I beg forgiveness!" Then I reacted, again and again, as though he might have been angered by my plea, as though I were struck with the whip.

Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
31 218 From time to time in the dance I reacted again as though I had felt the whip, crying out in pain, looking at him in terror, sometimes struck even to my knees.
31 219 Sometimes, too, I tried to dance before the stranger, but his eyes would inform me that it was before Mirus that I was to dance slave beauty.
31 220 "Look at her, Master!" cried Tupita.
31 221 "See how beautiful she is!" "Master," I wept to Mirus, "I beg forgiveness!" Then I reacted, again and again, as though he might have been angered by my plea, as though I were struck with the whip.
31 222 Then I was on my back, and stomach, even, reacting as though I was struck, turning, twisting, as though in terror and pain to fend blows.
31 223 It was as though he were punishing me.
31 224 "She dances well," said Mirus.
From time to time in the dance I reacted again as though I had felt the whip, crying out in pain, looking at him in terror, sometimes struck even to my knees. Sometimes, too, I tried to dance before the stranger, but his eyes would inform me that it was before Mirus that I was to dance slave beauty. "Look at her, Master!" cried Tupita. "See how beautiful she is!" "Master," I wept to Mirus, "I beg forgiveness!" Then I reacted, again and again, as though he might have been angered by my plea, as though I were struck with the whip. Then I was on my back, and stomach, even, reacting as though I was struck, turning, twisting, as though in terror and pain to fend blows. It was as though he were punishing me. "She dances well," said Mirus. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 31)