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How humble, and hopeful, she is, at the feet of her master! Once, but only once, we were in the vicinity of guardsmen, two, one with a lantern. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #344)

Would he find me pleasing, acceptable, as a slave? I knew that I, a slave, would have to do my best to please him, and in all the ways of the slave. The slave has no choice in such things, nor does she want one. She soon learns to beg, even pathetically, that she may be permitted to so serve. How humble, and hopeful, she is, at the feet of her master! Once, but only once, we were in the vicinity of guardsmen, two, one with a lantern. The beast would not know they were guardsmen, but he must have heard their footsteps, and voices, two voices, male voices. He drew me back, into a small side street, little more than a space between buildings, from which we had just emerged, for I had sought a most clandestine, unfrequented route to the shop of Epicrates, and, holding me tightly against him, covered my mouth tightly with one vast paw. I could not have begun to utter a sound. - (Conspirators of Gor)