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Then she looked up at him, frightened, and then, again, submissively, put her head down and licked his palm. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1297)

It must have been clear to her then that she might be isolated, excluded, that her standing in this tiny world might be in jeopardy. What if she were not fed? Then, after a time, the brunette, covering her breasts, as she could, with one arm, put out her hand and took one of the hands of Tarl Cabot. Looking at him, she drew it timidly to her mouth, and, putting her head down, began to lick at its palm, perhaps to obtain any residue of the gelatinous provender which it had hitherto held. Then she looked up at him, frightened, and then, again, submissively, put her head down and licked his palm. Could she at one time have even conceived of herself doing this? Could it be she, behaving so? Oddly, she felt sexually enflamed. She was trying to please a male. How would the males she had hitherto known react to this, those she had treated with such coolness, with such contempt and condescension, whom she had routinely disdained, belittled, and spurned, whom she had treated as so much beneath her, to whom she had postured herself as their lofty, haughty superior, seeing her naked, fearful, degraded, attempting to please a male? Would they not have cried out with pleasure, and perhaps removed their belts, that they might have served as whips? Tarl Cabot did not withdraw his hand, but he looked at her, closely. - (Kur of Gor)