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I am a slave! Are you satisfied now, Mirus, she thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1070)

Men on this world had seen what was fit for her, and what she should be. Accordingly, on this world, that was what she was. I am a slave, she thought. I am a slave! Are you satisfied now, Mirus, she thought. This is what you foresaw for me, what you wanted for me, what you decided for me, that to which you have consigned me, that I should be no more than a slave on a primitive world. For better than an Ahn she was led through the streets, and alleys, and between buildings, sometimes with passages, many of them steep, downward and upward, and sometimes so narrow that she might strike her shoulders, first on one side, then on the other. Sometimes, on a pronounced declivity, she feared she would again fall, losing her balance, hurtling headlong downward, and, at other times, given an ascending steepness, she struggled, gasping, legs aching, to climb, the leash taut, mercilessly, impatiently, against the ring, drawing her relentlessly forward. - (Prize of Gor)