Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 120
Throughout the books slaves are shown to beg for mercy, forgiveness and pity. In looking through all the references I see no difference in the situations where one word could not have been used in place of another. What I mean is, there is not a particular occasion where forgiveness is always begged and a different situation where mercy is always begged.
Forgive:What is interesting is that each definition uses at least one of the other words in helping to gain a better understanding of its meaning.
Here are a couple more quotes to help emphasize this:
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!"To sum this up, aside from subtle differences, it does not matter which word a slave uses to beg a Free Person not to punish that one.
There are literally hundreds of instances where slaves begged for mercy or forgiveness or pity. I have referenced some on these pages.
It is not meant to be anything other than the facts of the matter.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
"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
Suddenly, piteously, I rose up from my heels, and, still kneeling, of course, lifted my hands to him. Tears coursed from my eyes. I wept. I could not control myself. I could scarcely speak. But he seemed kind. He must understand. I knelt before him, in helpless petition. "Mercy," I wept. "I pray you for mercy!" I clasped my hands together, praying him for mercy. I lifted my hands to him thusly clasped, in desperate prayer, piteously. "Please!" I wept. "Please!"
He looked down at me.
"Please, I beg you," I wept. "Mercy! I beg mercy! Show me mercy! I beg it! I beg it!"
His expression did not change.
Then I felt unutterably stupid. I put down my hands, and my head. I sank back to my heels, my hands, in their metal wristlets, on my thighs.
I looked up at him, and then put down my head again.
"I am not to be shown mercy, am I?" I whispered.
"Not in the sense I suspect you have in mind," he said. "On the other hand, if you prove superb, truly superb, you might eventually be shown a certain mercy, at least in the sense of being permitted to live."
itness of Gor Book 26 Pages 27 - 28
"It was foolish of me to beg for mercy," I whispered. "I am sorry."
"You will learn to beg, in rational contexts, even more piteously," he said. "Indeed, it will be important for you, to learn how to beg well. I do not mean merely that you will be taught to beg prettily, on your knees, and such things. I mean rather that upon certain occasions the only thing which might stand between you and the loss of your nose and ears, or life, may be the sincerity and excellence with which you can perform certain placatory behaviors."
Witness of Gor Book 26 Pages 30 - 31
"How did you feel, to know that you were the object of Jeffrey's interest, in that way?"
"Please, Master, have mercy on a new slave!" she begged.
"Speak," he said.
"It pleased me!" she wept.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 122
He then took the slave by the hair and drew her sobbing, and crying out, beneath the high ring. In a moment she was on her tip toes, extended painfully, her wrists crossed and bound, tied to the ring. "It was a joke, Master!" she cried. "Have mercy! Have mercy!" "It is not for kajirae to make sport of free women!" he told her. "Never forget that they are a thousand times, an infinite amount of times, your superiors! Now we will see how the joke turns out." "Mercy, Master!" she pleaded. "Beg the whip to forgive you," he suggested. "Perhaps the whip will be merciful." "Oh, dear whip!" she cried. "Please forgive me, dear whip! It was a joke! Be merciful, dear whip! Please forgive me, dear whip!" "What a stupid girl you are," said Gart. "Do you not know that a whip cannot hear you, that it has no ears?" And he then put the leather to her, and not pleasantly.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 131
"Beg for mercy!" called Lydia.
"Mercy, Mistress!" cried Ellen.
"Ah!" said Jill. "Does Ellen, a meaningless barbarian slave, beg a Gorean woman for mercy."
"Yes, yes!" wept Ellen.
"Do so," said Jill.
"I beg for mercy, Mistress!"
"Properly," said Jill.
"Aii!" cried Ellen. "Please stop!"
"Properly," said Jill.
"I, Ellen, a meaningless barbarian slave, beg a Gorean woman for mercy! Please, Mistress! Please do not hurt me! Aii! Please, Mistress! Ellen begs Mistress! Aii! Ellen, a meaningless barbarian slave, begs Mistress, a Gorean woman, for mercy! Aii! Aii! Please stop, please stop! Please, mercy, Mistress! Mistress! Mistress!"
Prize of Gor Book 27 Pages 263 - 264
How strange, she thought, to be utterly at the mercy of others, to know that you are the slave and that they are the masters, and that you must obey them, and strive diligently, desperately, to please them with all your talent, intelligence and beauty. And that you have no alternative.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 291
She was terrified to think of herself as a helpless slave at the mercy of such men, Gorean males, at the mercy of such virile, severe, demanding, untamed, bestial predators, and she realized that, in that desperate predicament, she would be choiceless, absolutely so, that she would be the vulnerable, helpless object of powerful, uncompromising, unbridled lust, and that she must assuage and serve it with all her embonded loveliness, instantly, perfectly, unquestioningly.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 330
He was looking down upon her, presumably considering some plea, perhaps for forgiveness, perhaps for mercy. It was up to him, clearly, to decide what to do with her.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 399
They soon learn they are no longer on Earth, dealing with the men of Earth, but are on Gor, at the mercy of Gorean men.
Kur of Gor Book 28 Page 37
The blonde had not even understood that the brunette had tried to communicate with her in a language. Only the Kurii, as far as she knew, had a language. The other pet just made strange noises. Did she not even know how to whimper, for food, or a caress, or for mercy?
Kur of Gor Book 28 Page 40
"This is the first happiness I have ever known," she said, "to lie as a slave at the mercy of my master."
Kur of Gor Book 28 Page 302
"Excellent," I said. "It is a shapely limb, is it not? Would it not look well in an ankle shackle?"
"Have mercy!" she begged.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Page 267
I could not remove the collar. It was now fixed on me with the same understated, flawless efficiency with which it might have encircled the neck of a slave. 'Please, let me go, have mercy!' I begged.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 72
"Who would buy you as you are?" I asked. "You are before a man, slut."
"Mercy!" she wept.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 86
"Do not be cruel to us," said a slave. "Have mercy on us. Do not make us show ourselves as what we are, slaves! Do not make us move so, as slaves!
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 326
"I beg mercy," she said.
I did not deign to respond. Let her consider what might be done to her.
"Please do not punish a poor slave," she said.
"Have you not lied?" I asked.
"Forgive me, Master!" she said.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 390
Sometimes it is hard to be a slave. One is so much at the mercy of the free. May one be clothed? Will one be caressed, will one be given a sweet? Will one be allowed to crawl, begging, to the feet of the master?
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 524
"Mercy, have mercy, Master!" I cried. "Have mercy on a poor, miserable, meaningless slave!"
Plunder of Gor Book 34 Page 274