Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 163 | "Was the fact that I was placed in the chamber of the girl Vika of Treve considered?" "Sarm suspects," said Misk, "and it was he who arranged your quarters, in order that you might succumb to her charms, that she might enthrall you, that she might bend you helplessly, pliantly to her will and whim as she had a hundred men before you, turning them—brave, proud warriors all—into the slaves of a slave, into the slaves of a mere girl, herself only a slave". |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 160 | The tips of Misk's antennae gently dipped towards me. |
| 16 | 161 | "You must rest now," he said. |
| 16 | 162 | "No," I said. |
| 16 | 163 | "Was the fact that I was placed in the chamber of the girl Vika of Treve considered?" "Sarm suspects," said Misk, "and it was he who arranged your quarters, in order that you might succumb to her charms, that she might enthrall you, that she might bend you helplessly, pliantly to her will and whim as she had a hundred men before you, turning them—brave, proud warriors all—into the slaves of a slave, into the slaves of a mere girl, herself only a slave". |
| 16 | 164 | "Can this be true?" I asked. |
| 16 | 165 | "A hundred men," said Misk, "allowed themselves to be chained to the foot of her couch where she would upon occasion, that they might not die, cast them scraps of food as though they might have been pet sleen". |
| 16 | 166 | My old hatred of Vika now began once again to infuse my blood, and my hands ached to grip her and shake her until her bones might break and then throw her to my feet. |
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The tips of Misk's antennae gently dipped towards me.
"You must rest now," he said.
"No," I said.
"Was the fact that I was placed in the chamber of the girl Vika of Treve considered?" "Sarm suspects," said Misk, "and it was he who arranged your quarters, in order that you might succumb to her charms, that she might enthrall you, that she might bend you helplessly, pliantly to her will and whim as she had a hundred men before you, turning them—brave, proud warriors all—into the slaves of a slave, into the slaves of a mere girl, herself only a slave".
"Can this be true?" I asked.
"A hundred men," said Misk, "allowed themselves to be chained to the foot of her couch where she would upon occasion, that they might not die, cast them scraps of food as though they might have been pet sleen".
My old hatred of Vika now began once again to infuse my blood, and my hands ached to grip her and shake her until her bones might break and then throw her to my feet.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 16)