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She lifted her head a little, and then put it down again, smiling. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #137)

I kept my eyes on her, and when she sought to steal another glance at me, my eyes met hers, and she quickly lowered her head, smiling. She was very pleased, this luscious captive, to be the only woman in the camp, to be so special amongst us. I think, truly, she would have resented the intrusion of another woman, particularly one like herself, brought here half-stripped and in bonds. She lifted her head a little, and then put it down again, smiling. I wondered if she knew how fortunate she was, however, that there was no truly free woman in the camp, one with all the privileges and liberties of such a woman at her finger tips, what with she herself a mere captive. Such a woman would have hated her, and been consumed with jealousy, resenting her specialness and preciousness, the particular place she held in the camp, the regard in which she was held by the men. It would have been much like the hatred between the free women and the female slave, that embonded creature of whom men are so fond, and who gives them so much satisfaction, so much pleasure and joy. - (Vagabonds of Gor)