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"Very well, Cabot," she said, "then I shall conquer you!" And she seized my head in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #198)

"You see, Tarl Cabot, I have decided that you shall be my slave". I thrust her from me. "Very well," she cried, her eyes flashing. "Very well, Cabot," she said, "then I shall conquer you!" And she seized my head in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. In that moment I sensed once more that slightly acrid scent which I had experienced in the corridors beyond the chamber, and I pressed my mouth hard into Vika's until her lips were cut by my teeth and I had pressed her back until only my arm kept her from falling to the stones of the floor, and I heard her cry of surprise and pain, and then I hurled her angrily from me to the straw slave mat which lay at the foot of the stone couch. Now it seemed to me that I understood but they had come too soon! She had not had a chance to do her work. It might go hard with her but I was not concerned. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)