Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 52 | 197 | "Please, Master, mercy!" I had cried. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 52 | 194 | "Please untie me! Free me, I beg you, Master! I meant no harm! Do not let my master find me like this!" Drusus then drew my tunic down at the left shoulder, and, with a marking stick removed from his pouch, firmly pressing in the lettering, inscribed something on my left shoulder. |
| 52 | 195 | "Please, come back," I begged. |
| 52 | 196 | "Please free me!" But I could see nothing then but his back, as he strode angrily away. |
| 52 | 197 | "Please, Master, mercy!" I had cried. |
| 52 | 198 | I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room. |
| 52 | 199 | "Forgive me, Master," I had wept. |
| 52 | 200 | "Please forgive me!" "What a petty, worthless slut you are," he said, shaking out the blades of the whip. |
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"Please untie me! Free me, I beg you, Master! I meant no harm! Do not let my master find me like this!" Drusus then drew my tunic down at the left shoulder, and, with a marking stick removed from his pouch, firmly pressing in the lettering, inscribed something on my left shoulder.
"Please, come back," I begged.
"Please free me!" But I could see nothing then but his back, as he strode angrily away.
"Please, Master, mercy!" I had cried.
I was well stretched, standing on my toes; my wrists were bound tightly together, and drawn up, high over my head; I was naked; the rope that bound my wrists together was run through the ring fastened in the ceiling, and then brought down, diagonally, to the side, and tied about another ring in the wall, across the room.
"Forgive me, Master," I had wept.
"Please forgive me!" "What a petty, worthless slut you are," he said, shaking out the blades of the whip.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52)