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Even in the Pleasure Cylinder the slave fires had been well lit in Cecily's lovely, helpless, vulnerable little belly, and she had soon found herself, as is common with female slaves, their victim and prisoner. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #746)

"Thank you, Master," she said, and went to her place. Cecily drew away her tunic, like the beautiful, uninhibited, shameless little animal she was, and knelt beside the mattress, at its lower left side, and lifted it a bit, and kissed it. She looked at me, expectantly, hopefully, to learn my will, and I reached down and seized her by the hair and, as she winced, in pain and delight, I drew her beside me on the mattress. Even in the Pleasure Cylinder the slave fires had been well lit in Cecily's lovely, helpless, vulnerable little belly, and she had soon found herself, as is common with female slaves, their victim and prisoner. How the flames of their needs goad slaves to the feet of masters, even to the feet of those they may loathe. I did not begrudge Cecily her ecstasies, nor would I hinder them. Some masters try to shame their slaves for what they cannot help, indeed for responses for which the master himself may have been significantly responsible, particularly if they have known them as lofty, frigid free women, now, by their will, reduced to begging animals. - (Swordsmen of Gor)