Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 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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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context 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. |
| 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. |
| 9 | 62 | "So fear, stupid little slut. |
| 9 | 63 | Know, ankleted little slave bitch, that upon the least provocation you will feel my switch, richly!" "Yes, Mistress," wept her charge, cringing, putting her head down. |
| 9 | 64 | Like any low girl, she feared the wearer of the talmit. |
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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.
"So fear, stupid little slut.
Know, ankleted little slave bitch, that upon the least provocation you will feel my switch, richly!" "Yes, Mistress," wept her charge, cringing, putting her head down.
Like any low girl, she feared the wearer of the talmit.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 9)