Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 309 | Certainly he could see little point in her being placed in the container other than to torment him, tearing him apart, betwixt his honor and his desire. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 20 | 306 | "Doubtless to be exquisitely attractive to you, to be even irresistibly attractive to you, one to be a perfect slave for you, one who would be a veritable slave of your dreams, one perhaps designed for your collar, one perhaps even bred for your collar?" "Perhaps," said Cabot. |
| 20 | 307 | "It seems then that the Priest-Kings have miscalculated," said Peisistratus. |
| 20 | 308 | "It would seem so," said Cabot. |
| 20 | 309 | Certainly he could see little point in her being placed in the container other than to torment him, tearing him apart, betwixt his honor and his desire. |
| 20 | 310 | But then he asked himself, how could one desire such a female, one so haughty and contemptuous, one so obsessed with her own contrived, eccentric self-image, one so naively and pretentiously, so uncritically, imbued with her vanity, and the encumbrances of an unnatural, pretentious, forlorn civilization? But certainly she had been well turned on nature's lathe, to taunt and torment men, at least until she had become their vulnerable, helpless possession. |
| 20 | 311 | "But she is clearly a slave," said Peisistratus. |
| 20 | 312 | "Of that there is no doubt," said Cabot. |
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"Doubtless to be exquisitely attractive to you, to be even irresistibly attractive to you, one to be a perfect slave for you, one who would be a veritable slave of your dreams, one perhaps designed for your collar, one perhaps even bred for your collar?" "Perhaps," said Cabot.
"It seems then that the Priest-Kings have miscalculated," said Peisistratus.
"It would seem so," said Cabot.
Certainly he could see little point in her being placed in the container other than to torment him, tearing him apart, betwixt his honor and his desire.
But then he asked himself, how could one desire such a female, one so haughty and contemptuous, one so obsessed with her own contrived, eccentric self-image, one so naively and pretentiously, so uncritically, imbued with her vanity, and the encumbrances of an unnatural, pretentious, forlorn civilization? But certainly she had been well turned on nature's lathe, to taunt and torment men, at least until she had become their vulnerable, helpless possession.
"But she is clearly a slave," said Peisistratus.
"Of that there is no doubt," said Cabot.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 20)