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She was no different, only another girl, only another begging, needful slave. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #1724)

I am yours! Do with me what you will! I am naught but your slave! Oh, Master, beloved Master, master me! I beg it! Master me, Master! Please master me, Master, wholly!" "Have no fear, well-curved, delectable morsel of collar meat," I said, "you will know an unqualified bondage, that of the Gorean slave girl". Gratitude shone in her eyes, briefly, and then, suddenly, the renewed torment of her unappeased needs. "Have me! Have me! Take me! Take me! Be ruthless with me! I am a woman, and your slave! Make of me naught but a despised instrument of your pleasure!" "Is that what you want?" "Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" Could this be the former Miss Henderson, of Earth? How she reminded me of the helpless sluts in the paga taverns. She was no different, only another girl, only another begging, needful slave. "Look upon me!" she begged. "What do you see?" Then her eyes grew frightened. "No!" she said. - (Guardsman of Gor)