| Mercy “I wager,” said Ho-Sorl, “I can have her leaping to my touch in a quarter of an Ahn.” That seemed to me like not much time. “An interesting wager,” mused Ho-Tu. Phyllis shrieked for mercy. “Put her in the sand,” said Ho-Tu. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 242 My guard, however, with a great laugh, seized me and, like a naughty child, threw me across his knee. He then beat me, soundly, with the stinging flat of his hand, until I cried for mercy and wept. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 95 I pounded, and screamed, and scratched at the inside of the box. I thrust my fingers through the tiny aperture and cried out for mercy. I feared I would go insane. Ute would feed me, and fill my water pan, but she would not speak to me. Once, however, she did say to me, “You will be freed when your master wishes it, not before.” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 314 “Please, Master!” wept Verna. “Do not hurt me! Do not hurt me, Master!” “The slave begs for mercy,” said one of the huntsmen. “Is this true?” asked Marlenus. “Yes, Master,” wept Verna. “I am yours. I am your girl. I am your slave. I beg for mercy. I beg for mercy, Master!” Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 162 “Have mercy on a slave!” she shrieked. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 184 “Have mercy on us, Master,” whispered one of the girls. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 186 Even when she was not being struck Ilene would sometimes cry out, “No! Don’t hit me!” Sometimes, waiting, unstruck, she would cry out as though she had been struck. She jerked, trying to free her wrists. She twisted helplessly, but could not free herself. Then, shaking her head, weeping, she began to writhe and beg incoherently for mercy. She, of course, as a slave girl, would receive none. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 223 At the first blow, the girls fell to their knees, eyes glazed, choking, unable to believe their pain. Then, trembling, shuddering, weeping some begging for mercy they thrust their heads to the ground. Then, one by one, the second blow fell. They wept, crying out, whipped slaves. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 274 Suddenly she cried out and thrust her head to his boot. She held his ankle. “Have mercy on a bond-maid!” she wept. Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 46 She who had been Zina was now shrieking for mercy. She was not receiving it. Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 148 Though I wept for mercy, and cried out, none gave ear; no consideration nor lenience was shown to the piteous slave girl in their power. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 94 “Have mercy on your girl, Master!” I begged. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 174 I sensed the man standing behind me, on a ramp. “I was bitten,” I said. “I was bitten!” I twisted on the wood, trying to see him. “Have mercy, Master!” I said. “I was bitten!” “It was not the time permitted for screaming,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I said. “Forgive me,” I begged, “Master.” Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 318 “When you are a slave,” he said, “you will not be permitted modesty.” This was true. “Have mercy, Warrior!” she cried. “Obey, or be lashed,” he said. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 393 She closed her eyes. “Have mercy!” she begged. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 16 “Show me mercy,” she begged. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 120 “Show me mercy,” she begged. “You will be shown no mercy,” he said. Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 58 “Have mercy, Master, on your slave!” she wept. Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 166 “Yes, Master!” she said. “Have mercy on me, Master!” Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 17 “Please, Master,” she begged, “show me mercy.” Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 72 At a sign from Seibar they permitted her to fall to her knees. “I beg to be shown mercy,” she said. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 362 Sheila tried to scramble back, wild in her chains, but, held, could not do so. She threw her head back, her eyes closed, sobbing and screaming, begging the masters for mercy. Kajira of Gor Book 19 Page 379 “I beg mercy, my masters!” I cried, a terrified slave, addressing them all, in my terror, as though they might be my legal masters. Kajira of Gor Book 19 Page 381 “Take her away,” said Samos, “and throw her to sleen.” “No, Master!” she screamed. “Please, no, Master! Mercy, Master!” Players of Gor Book 20 Page 17 “Mercy, please,” she begged, in her helplessness. Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 309 “Please!” she cried. “Have mercy!” Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 72 She then turned again, on her knees, to face Aemilianus “I am a slave!” she cried, prostrating herself before him, her chained wrists under her thighs. “Forgive me, Master!” Have mercy on me, Master!” Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 375 “Then by all means,” she said, “I plead for mercy!” “But will it be shown to you?” I asked. “I do not know, Master,” she whispered. Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 402 “Please,” she said. “Have mercy!” Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 195 “Mercy, my Ubara!” cried the woman, lifting her hands, clasped, to Talena. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 141 I heard the slave, some yards off, at the fountain, crying out. She had been taken to the lower bowl of the fountain. There she was sputtering and gasping, and crying out for mercy. Again and again was her head, held by the hair, forced down, held under the water and then jerked up again. “Please, Masters! Mercy, Masters!” she wept. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 228 I feared I was to be cut to pieces. He struggled, it seemed, to control himself. ‘Forgive me, Master!’ I wept. I crawled to him, my head down. ‘Forgive me, Master!’ I wept. I kissed his feet, fervently. He pulled away, in anger. He moved to the side. He kicked me twice, in fury. I returned to him on my belly, and showered my hair upon his sandals, and then again kissed his feet, again and again. ‘Forgive me, Master!’ I wept, an errant slave, one who had done wrong, pleading for mercy and forgiveness. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 312 Pity |