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Hastily, fearfully, she struggled to her knees, lifted her arms, tried to smooth and straighten her hair, and brushed it back, behind her shoulders, and knelt, before her master. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #3)

All she knew was that he would do what he wished with her, and that she was his slave. She Is Presented Before Her Master, Following the Fourth and Final Phase of Her Transformation She wept, trying to hold the guard's wrist, where it was fastened so deeply, so cruelly, in her hair, she bent over, her head at his hip, hurried forth, into the room, in a common Gorean leading position. She was then thrown to her belly within the yellow circle, before the curule chair. Hastily, fearfully, she struggled to her knees, lifted her arms, tried to smooth and straighten her hair, and brushed it back, behind her shoulders, and knelt, before her master. Though he was the same, clearly to her, now, he seemed older, more mature, certainly now older than she, more frightening to her. "Are you in a suitable position, for what you have been told you are?" he inquired. She knelt in the beautiful position that had been taught her, back on her heels, back straight, head up, palms of the hands on her thighs. - (Prize of Gor)