Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 58 | She did not doubt but what Tutina, for that lapse, had been put under discipline. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 55 | Her charge remembered her outburst, on a far world, it seemed long ago now, objecting to the fact, it seemed so strange at the time, that a frightened woman in a white gown had been permitted to sit on a chair. |
| 9 | 56 | "I was beaten!" hissed Tutina. |
| 9 | 57 | "I am sorry, Mistress," whispered her charge. |
| 9 | 58 | She did not doubt but what Tutina, for that lapse, had been put under discipline. |
| 9 | 59 | She did not doubt but what the young man was fully capable of taking a whip to a woman who did not please him. |
| 9 | 60 | "And how I was forced to serve you, and you acting so superior to me," exclaimed Tutina angrily, "you treating me with such contempt, and you then only an ignorant, nameless slave!" "Forgive me!" begged the frightened, kneeling charge. |
| 9 | 61 | "I did not know, Mistress!" "I now wear the talmit," said Tutina, indicating the fillet on her brow, binding back her long, luxurious blond hair. |
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Her charge remembered her outburst, on a far world, it seemed long ago now, objecting to the fact, it seemed so strange at the time, that a frightened woman in a white gown had been permitted to sit on a chair.
"I was beaten!" hissed Tutina.
"I am sorry, Mistress," whispered her charge.
She did not doubt but what Tutina, for that lapse, had been put under discipline.
She did not doubt but what the young man was fully capable of taking a whip to a woman who did not please him.
"And how I was forced to serve you, and you acting so superior to me," exclaimed Tutina angrily, "you treating me with such contempt, and you then only an ignorant, nameless slave!" "Forgive me!" begged the frightened, kneeling charge.
"I did not know, Mistress!" "I now wear the talmit," said Tutina, indicating the fillet on her brow, binding back her long, luxurious blond hair.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 9)