Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 77 | 286 | They are View more quotes about designed">designed to hold them, and do hold them, with perfection. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 77 | 283 | The slave, braceleted at the post, jerked and jerked at the snug steel on her wrists. |
| 77 | 284 | The links of the chain joining the bracelets scraped again and again at the iron ring, and pulled futilely against it, but her frenzied efforts were not in the least availing. |
| 77 | 285 | The steel, the links, the ring, the post, such things, were not designed to concede the least possibility of escape to their selected prisoners. |
| 77 | 286 | They are designed to hold them, and do hold them, with perfection. |
| 77 | 287 | She sobbed, and screamed, and jerked at the bracelets, and was helpless, a slave, fastened in place, as masters would have her. |
| 77 | 288 | 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. |
| 77 | 289 | 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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The slave, braceleted at the post, jerked and jerked at the snug steel on her wrists.
The links of the chain joining the bracelets scraped again and again at the iron ring, and pulled futilely against it, but her frenzied efforts were not in the least availing.
The steel, the links, the ring, the post, such things, were not designed to concede the least possibility of escape to their selected prisoners.
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.
- (Kur of Gor)