Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 251 | I whimpered, again, for mercy, that I might be pitied. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 248 | I was miserable with cold, in the predawn air. |
| 15 | 249 | My legs began to ache. |
| 15 | 250 | The coarse grass, knife grass, cut at my ankles. |
| 15 | 251 | I whimpered, again, for mercy, that I might be pitied. |
| 15 | 252 | I was not a peasant woman, not a large, coarse woman, not a brothel mistress, not a female fighting slave. |
| 15 | 253 | For whatever reasons men had seen fit to put me in a collar, it was clearly not for such purposes. |
| 15 | 254 | "It is not far now," he said. |
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I was miserable with cold, in the predawn air.
My legs began to ache.
The coarse grass, knife grass, cut at my ankles.
I whimpered, again, for mercy, that I might be pitied.
I was not a peasant woman, not a large, coarse woman, not a brothel mistress, not a female fighting slave.
For whatever reasons men had seen fit to put me in a collar, it was clearly not for such purposes.
"It is not far now," he said.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15)