Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
2
181
I cried out with pain.
2
182
Again and again, viciously, he struck me.
2
183
Once he stopped.
2
184
"Var Bina, kajira?" he asked.
2
185
"Please don't hurt me," I begged.
2
186
Again he struck, and again and again.
2
187
I writhed before him, lashed, squirming on my belly in the grass, weeping, clutching at the grass.
I cried out with pain.
Again and again, viciously, he struck me.
Once he stopped.
"Var Bina, kajira?" he asked.
"Please don't hurt me," I begged.
Again he struck, and again and again.
I writhed before him, lashed, squirming on my belly in the grass, weeping, clutching at the grass.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )