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Perhaps his patience was then at an end, or perhaps he felt he had waited long enough, or perhaps he found me, suddenly, too beautiful to resist, I did not know, but he then began, with apparently little regard for me, to content himself. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1279)

I felt his power and surgency. He then began to make use of me. "Master!" I gasped. Perhaps his patience was then at an end, or perhaps he felt he had waited long enough, or perhaps he found me, suddenly, too beautiful to resist, I did not know, but he then began, with apparently little regard for me, to content himself. I clung to him, startled. It may be, of course, that this was merely another kindness on his part, that I be now reminded of my status, that I wore a collar, that I was naught but a slave, I do not know. "Yes, Master!" I whispered. - (Dancer of Gor)