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Book 12. (1 results) Beasts of Gor (Individual Quote)

It would be unfortunate if this potentiality were to be rudely terminated while they thrashed, bound, in the canals under the teeth of urts. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #652)
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3 652 It would be unfortunate if this potentiality were to be rudely terminated while they thrashed, bound, in the canals under the teeth of urts.

Book 12. (7 results) Beasts of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 649 I had considered buying the two girls on the end, those on the chain's left, as I faced it, the blonde and the dark-haired girl in the red pull-over, but I decided against it.
3 650 They were not yet broken in, and I felt my men might kill them.
3 651 Both girls I felt had an amazing potentiality, even beyond that of most Earth girls, for being superb slaves.
3 652 It would be unfortunate if this potentiality were to be rudely terminated while they thrashed, bound, in the canals under the teeth of urts.
3 653 I glanced back once at the four girls, kneeling closely together, chained, on the platform.
3 654 The collars they wore seemed somewhat incongruous with their upper garments, the blue workman's shirt of the blond girl, the soft pull-over of the dark-haired girl, the flannel shirts of the two dark-haired girls on the end, but, still, somehow, they seemed correct, and even beautiful, on their throats.
3 655 Their wrists, in the two-inch-high, steel cuffs, were small and lovely.
I had considered buying the two girls on the end, those on the chain's left, as I faced it, the blonde and the dark-haired girl in the red pull-over, but I decided against it. They were not yet broken in, and I felt my men might kill them. Both girls I felt had an amazing potentiality, even beyond that of most Earth girls, for being superb slaves. It would be unfortunate if this potentiality were to be rudely terminated while they thrashed, bound, in the canals under the teeth of urts. I glanced back once at the four girls, kneeling closely together, chained, on the platform. The collars they wore seemed somewhat incongruous with their upper garments, the blue workman's shirt of the blond girl, the soft pull-over of the dark-haired girl, the flannel shirts of the two dark-haired girls on the end, but, still, somehow, they seemed correct, and even beautiful, on their throats. Their wrists, in the two-inch-high, steel cuffs, were small and lovely. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 3)