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I recalled that the taverner had said that fires had begun to burn in her belly. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #461)

Too, it is a simple matter for the girl to kneel, or belly, and lick and kiss the master's feet, daring to look up now and again in mute petition. Verbally, of course, the master's attention might be variously solicited, from tiny need noises to explicit phrases, such as "I would be reminded of my collar," "I would kiss the whip of my master," "Chain me," "Am I not to be bound tonight, Master," "A slave begs to be caressed," and such. And, of course, certain movements, postures, and such, sometimes subtle, are commonly enough to bring the master to her, rope in hand. I recalled that the taverner had said that fires had begun to burn in her belly. Those, of course, would be slave fires. Perhaps it seems cruel to light such fires in a woman's belly, which will eventually make her their helpless prisoner, but it is not. First, how can a woman be a true woman whose belly is not periodically, irresistibly, needfully, helplessly aflame, begging for a man's touch. - (Mariners of Gor)