| Forgiveness “Forgive me, Master,” said Elizabeth Cardwell. Nomads of Gor Book 4 Page 60 Suddenly the girl howled and fell to her knees before Elizabeth, kneeling trembling to the whip. “Forgive me, Mistress,” she cried. “Forgive me!” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 74 “Forgive me, Master,” said Sura, not raising her head. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 319 I regarded her, sternly. Her hand lifted before her mouth. Fear showed suddenly in her eyes. Would I have the red-haired girl beat her? “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. She fled back two paces, and put her head down, trembling. The Gorean slave girl does not are walk beside a free man. She had forgotten. She had not been long on Gor. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 211 “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. Marauders of Gor Book 9 Page 13 “You are a runaway slave girl,” he said. She wept, but did not break the position of the slave dance. “Too,” said he, “at the oasis you cried my name.” These were serious offenses. “Forgive me, Master,” she cried. Toward the beginning of the fourth group I saw another girl I remembered. She turned away, trying to hide her face. I stopped the kaiila. Sensing that I had stopped, she fell to her knees and faced me, her head down. “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. “Look at me, Slave Girl,” I told her. She looked up, frightened. It was Zaya, the red-haired girl, who had served sugars with the black wine in the palace of Suleiman Pasha. She had testified against me at Nine Wells. Tribesmen of Gor Book 10 Page 344 “Have I not, Lehna,” inquired the Lady Sabina, sternly, “taught you proper deportment? Have I not instructed you in dignity? Is this how you betray my trust?” “Forgive me, Mistress,” wept the girl. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 115 “You speak Gorean with an accent,” he said. “Yes, Master,” I said. “Forgive me, Master,” I begged. “Do not change,” he said. “The accent becomes you. It marks you as different and makes you more interesting.” Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 176 “Yes, Master,” she said. On her knees she suddenly grasped my legs, weeping, looking up at me. “Forgive me, Master,” she cried. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 20 “Do you think you could make me kneel to you?” asked a girl sitting on a platform, with chained neck and ankles, her knees drawn up, chewing on a larma fruit. She smiled at me, over the fruit. Then she turned white. “Forgive me, Master!” she cried. She had seen my eyes. She knelt before me on the boards, trembling, her head down. Would she be permitted to live? Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 54 “Were you given permission to speak?” asked the praetor. “No, no,” she wept, stammering. “Forgive me – Master.” Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 59 “Forgive me, Mistress,” I said, hastily, to Lola. “I will clean this up immediately.” Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 78 “Watch your tongue, Girl,” I said, angrily, “lest it be slit.” She shuddered, and put down her head. “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 112 “Forgive me, if I have displeased you, Master,” she said, nervously. She eyed the whip. At my least whim she knew it could be used upon her. Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 188 “It is early,” whispered the girl next to me. “You were not given permission to speak,” I told her. “Forgive me, Master,” she said. Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 8 “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. There was a drop of blood at her chin. I myself did not blame her for crying out. She had been frightened. She had been startled. Too, her weeping had been uncontrollable. She had been only a blubbering slave. I wondered if he would kill her. “Forgive me, Master,” she begged. He looked down at her, angrily. Then he withdrew the lance point from her chin. Relieved of its pressure she put herself to her back in the dirt before him. She looked up at him, frightened. “Please, forgive me Master,” she begged. “You are well tied for the pleasures of Yellow Knives,” said Cuwignaka scornfully, looking down upon the supine, exotically bound suppliant. “Forgive me, Master,” she begged. “Please.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 224 “Yes, Master,” I said. “Oh!” I said. “I did not mean that! Forgive me! It slipped out. I did not mean it.” Kajira of Gor Book 19 Page 133 “Then bring her to my chambers,” said Samos. “Yes, Captain,” said he who was first of the two guardsmen. “Master!” protested Linda. Samos looked at her, and she lowered her head. “Forgive me, Master,” she said. “I shall try to be pleasing, Master!” Rowena avowed, frightened. Players of Gor Book 20 Page 36 “Forgive me!” she begged the free woman. “Forgive me!” “Address her as ‘Mistress,’” I said. It is customary for Gorean slaves to address free women as “Mistress” and free men as “Master.” “I beg your forgiveness, Mistress!” wept the girl. “Forgive me, please, I beg it of you!” “She is new to the collar,” I apologized to the free woman. “I think that perhaps even now she does not yet fully understand its import. Yet I think that perhaps she understands something more of its meaning now than she did a few moments ago. Shall I kill her?” Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 20 “You have been asked a question,” my master reminded me. “Forgive me, Master,” I whispered. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 153 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 “I love you! I love you, my Master!” she cried. He then struck her with the back of his hand, striking her to one side, and she fell, turning, to her knees. She looked up at him from all fours, blood at her lips. “Were you given permission to speak?” he asked. “Forgive me, Master,” she whispered. She then crawled to his feet and, putting her head down, kissed them. “A slave begs the forgiveness of her Master,” she said. Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 27 Mercy Pity |