Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 169 | Indeed, it was not unusual now for one or the other of them to push her, trip her, strike her, or pull her hair. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 166 | How are men to be paid, and wars waged, if not with gold? In any event, she who had once been "Eighteen" had now changed considerably, and surely was now better aware of the meaning of the mark which had been burned into her left thigh, just under the hip. |
| 15 | 167 | She was still reserved with me, and regarded me with condescension, but would no longer strike me, or speak to me as she had originally, perhaps if only because doing so would offer her chain sisters an excellent, and welcome, pretext for administering, given the recent past, another unpleasant lesson in civility. |
| 15 | 168 | After they had seen her on her knees in the dungeon, a frightened slave at a master's feet, they no longer stood in awe of her. |
| 15 | 169 | Indeed, it was not unusual now for one or the other of them to push her, trip her, strike her, or pull her hair. |
| 15 | 170 | Even now there were bruises on her body. |
| 15 | 171 | We policed ourselves, so to speak, as no First Girl had been set over us, who would enforce order. |
| 15 | 172 | I thought 'Relia', which name had been given to her just before mine had been given to me, was a nice name, and it was, of course, at least, a Gorean name. |
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How are men to be paid, and wars waged, if not with gold? In any event, she who had once been "Eighteen" had now changed considerably, and surely was now better aware of the meaning of the mark which had been burned into her left thigh, just under the hip.
She was still reserved with me, and regarded me with condescension, but would no longer strike me, or speak to me as she had originally, perhaps if only because doing so would offer her chain sisters an excellent, and welcome, pretext for administering, given the recent past, another unpleasant lesson in civility.
After they had seen her on her knees in the dungeon, a frightened slave at a master's feet, they no longer stood in awe of her.
Indeed, it was not unusual now for one or the other of them to push her, trip her, strike her, or pull her hair.
Even now there were bruises on her body.
We policed ourselves, so to speak, as no First Girl had been set over us, who would enforce order.
I thought 'Relia', which name had been given to her just before mine had been given to me, was a nice name, and it was, of course, at least, a Gorean name.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15)