Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 211 | I hurt. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 208 | Without View more quotes about thinking">thinking I began to rise to my feet. |
| 8 | 209 | The butt of the sleen whip struck me heavily, driven downward, between the shoulder blades, felling me. |
| 8 | 210 | I lay in the hot sand, startled. |
| 8 | 211 | I hurt. |
| 8 | 212 | I could feel the warm sand, granular, between my fingers, on my thighs. |
| 8 | 213 | "Master?" I asked, frightened. |
| 8 | 214 | How had I displeased him? "Were you given permission to rise, Slave?" he asked. |
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Without thinking I began to rise to my feet.
The butt of the sleen whip struck me heavily, driven downward, between the shoulder blades, felling me.
I lay in the hot sand, startled.
I hurt.
I could feel the warm sand, granular, between my fingers, on my thighs.
"Master?" I asked, frightened.
How had I displeased him? "Were you given permission to rise, Slave?" he asked.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)