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I was gasping, trying to catch my breath. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #1232)

"No, captor!" she said, in fury. I supposed she had little pleasure in this, at least at the time, and perhaps I should have been a bit more concerned for her than I was, as she was a free woman, and not a mere slave, but, frankly, I was not much in a mood to concern myself with her feelings. Does a thirsting man in the Tahari concern himself with the feelings of the water with which he at last slakes his thirst? Does a starving man in Torvaldsland concern himself with the feelings of the viands on which he at last feasts? I continued to hold her, tightly. I was gasping, trying to catch my breath. It is interesting, I thought, how if one is starved for sex, and nothing better is about, one may have recourse even to a free woman. Perhaps, I thought, that is why many free women wish to keep men starved for sex, that they will then continue to be of interest to him. This is very different from the slave girl, incidentally, whose sexuality has been so liberated, triggered and honed, that she is now the helpless victim of her own needs, so much so that she often begs her master for his attentions. - (Vagabonds of Gor)