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No longer, now, was she, in the prerogatives of freedom, permitted to give men nothing, or frustration; now she must serve them with perfection and provide them, to the best of her ability, at their merest whim, with fantastic pleasures. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #504)

I then lay there, wide-eyed, for a time, not sleeping. How far I was from my small apartment, from the perfume counter in the department store on Long Island. That mercenary little chit was now, on this natural world, a braceleted slave at the foot of a man's couch. No longer, now, was she, in the prerogatives of freedom, permitted to give men nothing, or frustration; now she must serve them with perfection and provide them, to the best of her ability, at their merest whim, with fantastic pleasures. At least now, I thought, I am good for something. How casually Miles of Argentum had just used me! But I did not object, for I was a slave. This form of casual use, this off-handed employment of us, while perhaps inappropriate for a free woman, was acceptable for a slave. - (Kajira of Gor)