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I must be on my guard! The girl, meanwhile, was struggling to regain her former sense of self, somehow lost before this man. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #798)

But this one seemed special to him, as though tailored from his dreams. Perhaps, he thought, she had been! Might not the Priest-Kings, with their wizardry, have inquired into such things, and perhaps, in the female's case, too, might they not have accessed her own needs, fantasies, and dreams? This match, he suddenly suspected, is too close, too well done. In this, he speculated angrily, is seen the hand of Priest-Kings. I must be on my guard! The girl, meanwhile, was struggling to regain her former sense of self, somehow lost before this man. But it seemed dashed, and irrecoverable. She thought of herself in his arms and had the sudden sense she would oil and leap within his arms as no more than a helpless, manipulated toy, as not other than a meaningless slave. Then she strove to discard such radical and disturbing thoughts. - (Kur of Gor)