Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 30 | 90 | With a cry of rage I struggled in my chains to my knees, pulling against the metal collar that held me to my place. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 30 | 87 | I should not have been surprised, but I was, when the first deserter from the forces of Misk proved to be the treacherous Vika of Treve. |
| 30 | 88 | My first knowledge of this came one morning when suddenly I awakened in my chains to the fierce bite of a leather lash. |
| 30 | 89 | "Awake, Slave!" cried a voice. |
| 30 | 90 | With a cry of rage I struggled in my chains to my knees, pulling against the metal collar that held me to my place. |
| 30 | 91 | Again and again the lash struck me, wielded by the gloved hand of a girl. |
| 30 | 92 | Then I heard her laugh and knew who was my tormentor. |
| 30 | 93 | Though her features were concealed in the folds of a silken veil and she wore the Robes of Concealment there was no mistaking her voice, her eyes, her carriage. |
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I should not have been surprised, but I was, when the first deserter from the forces of Misk proved to be the treacherous Vika of Treve.
My first knowledge of this came one morning when suddenly I awakened in my chains to the fierce bite of a leather lash.
"Awake, Slave!" cried a voice.
With a cry of rage I struggled in my chains to my knees, pulling against the metal collar that held me to my place.
Again and again the lash struck me, wielded by the gloved hand of a girl.
Then I heard her laugh and knew who was my tormentor.
Though her features were concealed in the folds of a silken veil and she wore the Robes of Concealment there was no mistaking her voice, her eyes, her carriage.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 30)