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She, his slave, wanted to be an object of commanding, unabashed lust to him, wanted to be to him an object of powerful, violent sexual desire. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #412)

And even if he did not love her, she had little doubt that he "found her flanks of interest". And this did not dismay her. Rather she welcomed it. She, his slave, wanted to be an object of commanding, unabashed lust to him, wanted to be to him an object of powerful, violent sexual desire. On this world she had become so aware of the stirrings in her own blood, confronted with his physicality, that she, in her own complementary, soft, vulnerable, beautiful physicality, longed to be taken in his arms, longed to yield to him as the property he owned, longed to be put ecstatically, in rapture, to the ruthless pleasures of her beloved master. "But as you know," laughed the young woman in the white, off-the-shoulder gown, "I never joined you as a mercenary. I am not the sort of person who would work for mere pay. - (Prize of Gor)