Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
18
500
"I am not a kur girl," she cried.
"I am not a Kur girl," she cried.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #500)
Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
18
497
Lying in the dirt, her legs drawn up, her wrists tied behind her back, was the deliciously bodied little wench, dark-haired, in gold silk, now dirtied and torn, in golden collar, and gold earrings, who had exchanged words with Ivar's wool-kirtled wenches at the Thing.
18
498
She was the trained girl, the southern silk girl.
18
499
In fury, she squirmed to her feet.
18
500
"I am not a kur girl," she cried.
18
501
Indeed, she did not wear the heavy leather collar, with ring and lock, which kurii fastened on their female cattle.
18
502
She wore a collar of gold, and earrings, and, torn and muddied, a slip of golden silk, of the sort with which masters sometimes display their girl slaves.
18
503
It was incredibly brief.
Lying in the dirt, her legs drawn up, her wrists tied behind her back, was the deliciously bodied little wench, dark-haired, in gold silk, now dirtied and torn, in golden collar, and gold earrings, who had exchanged words with Ivar's wool-kirtled wenches at the Thing.
She was the trained girl, the southern silk girl.
In fury, she squirmed to her feet.
"I am not a kur girl," she cried.
Indeed, she did not wear the heavy leather collar, with ring and lock, which kurii fastened on their female cattle.
She wore a collar of gold, and earrings, and, torn and muddied, a slip of golden silk, of the sort with which masters sometimes display their girl slaves.
It was incredibly brief.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18)