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I feared that she might cry out my name, and that it might then be necessary to put her again under the whip, for such an insolence. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #487)

I looked down upon her. "I love you, and I am your slave, my Gorean master," she whispered. I flung aside the slave hood and, quickly, holding my left hand behind the back of her neck, covered her mouth, pressing it tightly shut, with my right hand. I feared that she might cry out my name, and that it might then be necessary to put her again under the whip, for such an insolence. Her eyes, over my hand, were wild, and incredulous. I held her mouth pressed shut for some time, that she might collect herself and make her adjustments. Then, when her breathing was calmer, though still deep and swift, I released her mouth. - (Guardsman of Gor)