They are designed to hold them, and do hold them, with perfection.
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She sobbed, and screamed, and jerked at the bracelets, and was helpless, a slave, fastened in place, as masters would have her.
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Cabot lifted his ax above his head, such a comparatively tiny, frail thing, to hold back the haft of Flavion's pressing ax, and Cabot was forced down, to one knee, miserably, and then he rolled to the side, and Flavion's struck at him sidewise and a great shower of dirt leapt from the ground, scattering even to the post where the slave was fastened.
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She turned her head aside, against the dust, and then, tears streaming down her face, turned again, to look with terror and horror upon the battle.
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Again Flavion, lurching about, was stalking Cabot.
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"I am Kur.
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You are human.
They are designed to hold them, and do hold them, with perfection.
She sobbed, and screamed, and jerked at the bracelets, and was helpless, a slave, fastened in place, as masters would have her.
Cabot lifted his ax above his head, such a comparatively tiny, frail thing, to hold back the haft of Flavion's pressing ax, and Cabot was forced down, to one knee, miserably, and then he rolled to the side, and Flavion's struck at him sidewise and a great shower of dirt leapt from the ground, scattering even to the post where the slave was fastened.
She turned her head aside, against the dust, and then, tears streaming down her face, turned again, to look with terror and horror upon the battle.
Again Flavion, lurching about, was stalking Cabot.
"I am Kur.
You are human.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )