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She was a brunette and was very beautiful in her chains, lying behind us, one arm piteously outstretched, in the half light of the corridor. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #392)

It was my hope that he would accede to her piteous request, but I, of course, in my guise of slave or capture, remained silent. Too, of course, Drusus Rencius did not interfere. This was a matter clearly between a mere slave, now used as a scrubbing girl and a free man, indeed, a possibly offended house master. She was a brunette and was very beautiful in her chains, lying behind us, one arm piteously outstretched, in the half light of the corridor. "Please, Master," she wept, "please, please!" "You may speak," he said, angrily, not looking back. I put my fingers to my bosom, catching my breath. Had he turned back would he not have been softened, or even overcome, by the beauty of the prone, chained slave in the corridor? How lovely she was! He did not look back. - (Kajira of Gor)