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More than a hundred times by now, I expected, had they but known, she would have thrashed and squirmed, gasping, held, in the arms of strong men, her slave beauty the helpless, lascivious wine on which mighty masters would slake the thirsts of their lust. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #171)

Perhaps he would not be pleased, or would not pay, if she were not delivered to him white silk. I smiled to myself. If Ulafi or Uchafu truly understood the nature of the girl's importance, that it had nothing to do with her being red silk or white silk, she would doubtless, by now, have been richly and abundantly raped. More than a hundred times by now, I expected, had they but known, she would have thrashed and squirmed, gasping, held, in the arms of strong men, her slave beauty the helpless, lascivious wine on which mighty masters would slake the thirsts of their lust. "What do you think of them?" inquired Uchafu, indicating the two blond-haired sisters from Asperiche. Both were blue-eyed. They crouched in the mud, chained, beneath the palm-thatched roof of the tiny shelter. - (Explorers of Gor)