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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

No, no, I am not a slave, not a slave! Then suddenly, angrily, she thrust away from him, and thrust herself back against the obdurate transparent barrier which so closely confined them. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1350)
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1 1350 No, no, I am not a View more quotes about slave">slave, not a slave! Then suddenly, angrily, she thrust away from him, and thrust herself back against the obdurate transparent barrier which so closely confined them.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 1347 He knows, he must know, what I am thinking! So he reads women, does he? Well, he is mistaken in the case of such as I! Perhaps there are low women who would grovel and place a man's foot upon their head, but I am not one such! My knees do not seek the tiles! My tongue is not for the feet of masters! My limbs are not for the chains of owners, my throat is not for their collars! I am not such, she thought.
1 1348 I am not such.
1 1349 I am not a slave, she thought.
1 1350 No, no, I am not a slave, not a slave! Then suddenly, angrily, she thrust away from him, and thrust herself back against the obdurate transparent barrier which so closely confined them.
1 1351 He smiled at her, and she lunged forth to strike him but he grasped her wrists and he held her helplessly before him, her struggles as futile as might have been those of a child, until tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks.
1 1352 He then released her.
1 1353 She regarded him angrily.
He knows, he must know, what I am thinking! So he reads women, does he? Well, he is mistaken in the case of such as I! Perhaps there are low women who would grovel and place a man's foot upon their head, but I am not one such! My knees do not seek the tiles! My tongue is not for the feet of masters! My limbs are not for the chains of owners, my throat is not for their collars! I am not such, she thought. I am not such. I am not a slave, she thought. No, no, I am not a slave, not a slave! Then suddenly, angrily, she thrust away from him, and thrust herself back against the obdurate transparent barrier which so closely confined them. He smiled at her, and she lunged forth to strike him but he grasped her wrists and he held her helplessly before him, her struggles as futile as might have been those of a child, until tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. He then released her. She regarded him angrily. - (Kur of Gor)