Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 386 | "It serves you right, arrogant slave girl," thought Ellen. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 383 | Then, only a moment or two later, she heard the whip again, twice, and this time cries of pain, doubtless from the exhibited dancer. |
| 24 | 384 | In a moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure. |
| 24 | 385 | It was she who had appropriated the bracelet from Ellen, and it was still on her wrist. |
| 24 | 386 | "It serves you right, arrogant slave girl," thought Ellen. |
| 24 | 387 | "Now you are not so proud!" The woman knelt on the rug within the small enclosure, bent over, holding her arms about herself, weeping bitterly. |
| 24 | 388 | There was blood on her back. |
| 24 | 389 | She looked up at Ellen for an instant, and then looked down, miserably. |
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Then, only a moment or two later, she heard the whip again, twice, and this time cries of pain, doubtless from the exhibited dancer.
In a moment, clutching her silk about her, it parted by the whip, crying, the chastised dancer fled within the preparation enclosure.
It was she who had appropriated the bracelet from Ellen, and it was still on her wrist.
"It serves you right, arrogant slave girl," thought Ellen.
"Now you are not so proud!" The woman knelt on the rug within the small enclosure, bent over, holding her arms about herself, weeping bitterly.
There was blood on her back.
She looked up at Ellen for an instant, and then looked down, miserably.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24)