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Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

"If you do not want her, of course," I said, "there may be a price on her head as a former free woman of Ar, a bounty, and if that is the case you could always turn her in for a good bit of coin". - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #237)
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15 237 "If you do not want her, of View more quotes about course">course," I said, "there may be a price on her head as a former free woman of Ar, a bounty, and if that is the case you could always turn her in for a good bit of coin".

Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 234 That a slave desires to please, and attempts to please, is usually more than enough to keep the whip on its peg.
15 235 Should she fail to please, of course, she will expect the whip to come off its peg.
15 236 And that, I suppose, is why it almost always remains on its peg.
15 237 "If you do not want her, of course," I said, "there may be a price on her head as a former free woman of Ar, a bounty, and if that is the case you could always turn her in for a good bit of coin".
15 238 "Please, no, Master!" cried the slave suddenly, alarmed, and flung herself to her belly to the feet of Pertinax, sobbing, and covering them with kisses.
15 239 Her wrists, behind her, jerked against the bracelets, and I noted how her small fingers moved, pathetically, helplessly.
15 240 "Please, no, Master!" she wept.
That a slave desires to please, and attempts to please, is usually more than enough to keep the whip on its peg. Should she fail to please, of course, she will expect the whip to come off its peg. And that, I suppose, is why it almost always remains on its peg. "If you do not want her, of course," I said, "there may be a price on her head as a former free woman of Ar, a bounty, and if that is the case you could always turn her in for a good bit of coin". "Please, no, Master!" cried the slave suddenly, alarmed, and flung herself to her belly to the feet of Pertinax, sobbing, and covering them with kisses. Her wrists, behind her, jerked against the bracelets, and I noted how her small fingers moved, pathetically, helplessly. "Please, no, Master!" she wept. - (Swordsmen of Gor)