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Had he touched me, as one might touch a slave, so confidently, so certainly, and possessively, I feared I would have leaped to his touch, even spasmed. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #272)

Too, I had not been given permission to speak. Then I moaned, and squirmed, and fought, and feared, and involuntarily trembled, for I sensed my body might yield to him. How could I help myself? I was a slave! I feared that, in a moment, I might, to the amusement of those about, press myself piteously against him. Had he touched me, as one might touch a slave, so confidently, so certainly, and possessively, I feared I would have leaped to his touch, even spasmed. Then the lips were gone, and I heard more laughter from those about. I leaped to my feet, in consternation, in misery, unable to see, helpless, jerking against the bracelets. "Kneel down, slut," said an unpleasant masculine voice, and I instantly knelt, frightened, before the tier, putting my head to the cement. - (Conspirators of Gor)