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"She does not think the man lives who can make her truly a slave girl!" There were cries of derision, much laughter. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #401)

Phyllis remained as she was, her head back, her back arched. There were tears in her eyes. "She does not think the man lives who can master her," said Elizabeth. "She does not think the man lives who can make her truly a slave girl!" There were cries of derision, much laughter. "She is perhaps right!" cried Elizabeth. "Surely none of Ar could make such a wench cry with pleasure!" There were some angry shouts from the crowd, but mostly roars of laughter. "Would it not be worth five hundred gold pieces," asked Elizabeth, "to put your leash on this one and lead her home, to teach her the worth of a man of Ar, if worth they have, and then send her weeping and aching to the kettles of the kitchen until she begs to sleep beneath your slave ring?" There was a roar of pleasure, of amusement from the crowd. - (Assassin of Gor)