Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 254 | Cabot reached out, and clutched at the goblet, and some paga spilled, to the right thigh of the slave. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 251 | Swiftly the slave pressed the goblet about her body, as she had been taught, associating the metallic, rigid cruelty of the goblet and the fire of the drink with the softness, the readiness, the warmth, and the desirability of her body, in this way making it clear that both goods were proffered, both placed at the disposal of the master, both the drink and the female. |
| 22 | 252 | And the girl inadvertently gasped, startled, as the metal rim pressed into her belly, bespeaking the dominion to which she was subject, and she looked down into the swirling liquid in the cup, and Peisistratus smiled, for did not the fire in the goblet in its way stand token for another fire, and might she not suspect this, that which might burn in the grasping, liquid softness of a slave's belly? The girl then lifted the goblet to her lips and kissed it slowly, humbly, regarding Cabot over its rim, and then she put down her head between her extended arms, and offered him the goblet. |
| 22 | 253 | "No," begged Peisistratus. |
| 22 | 254 | Cabot reached out, and clutched at the goblet, and some paga spilled, to the right thigh of the slave. |
| 22 | 255 | "How do you choose to die?" asked Peisistratus. |
| 22 | 256 | "One who herds tarsk would not choose to die so". |
| 22 | 257 | "It does not matter," said Cabot. |
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Swiftly the slave pressed the goblet about her body, as she had been taught, associating the metallic, rigid cruelty of the goblet and the fire of the drink with the softness, the readiness, the warmth, and the desirability of her body, in this way making it clear that both goods were proffered, both placed at the disposal of the master, both the drink and the female.
And the girl inadvertently gasped, startled, as the metal rim pressed into her belly, bespeaking the dominion to which she was subject, and she looked down into the swirling liquid in the cup, and Peisistratus smiled, for did not the fire in the goblet in its way stand token for another fire, and might she not suspect this, that which might burn in the grasping, liquid softness of a slave's belly? The girl then lifted the goblet to her lips and kissed it slowly, humbly, regarding Cabot over its rim, and then she put down her head between her extended arms, and offered him the goblet.
"No," begged Peisistratus.
Cabot reached out, and clutched at the goblet, and some paga spilled, to the right thigh of the slave.
"How do you choose to die?" asked Peisistratus.
"One who herds tarsk would not choose to die so".
"It does not matter," said Cabot.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 22)