Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
7
211
I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.
I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #211)
Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
7
208
I could not well see what he had in his hand.
7
209
"What are you going to do, Master?" I asked, frightened.
7
210
Then I was put under the slave whip of Gor.
7
211
I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.
7
212
Released from the rope, and my ankles freed from the ring, I sank to the floor.
7
213
I was scarcely aware that my hands were once more being fastened behind my back.
7
214
I lay there, my body afire, a whipped chattel, a slave.
I could not well see what he had in his hand.
"What are you going to do, Master?" I asked, frightened.
Then I was put under the slave whip of Gor.
I am sure the beating was light, and intended to be more informative than anything else, but, still, I had, for the first time in my life, felt the flexible, broad-bladed, five-stranded Gorean slave lash, designed specifically for the discipline of female slaves, a lash designed to punish but not to mark.
Released from the rope, and my ankles freed from the ring, I sank to the floor.
I was scarcely aware that my hands were once more being fastened behind my back.
I lay there, my body afire, a whipped chattel, a slave.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7)