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But I hated him! He had knelt me, eyes closed, head to the floor, wrists crossed behind me, awaiting their pinioning, and then, when I had been released from this custody, I had seen him thrust a stripped, frightened, thonged Kalligone before him to an alcove! I was quite angry. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #710)

"She is a trim little thing," said Lykos, "and I suspect, with a bit of proper stimulation, she would be writhingly helpless". "Surely not!" I said. To be sure, what did I know of such things? I did sense that if he in whose keeping I was were to touch me, I might cry out helplessly, and, a grateful, shameless slave, press myself piteously to him. But I hated him! He had knelt me, eyes closed, head to the floor, wrists crossed behind me, awaiting their pinioning, and then, when I had been released from this custody, I had seen him thrust a stripped, frightened, thonged Kalligone before him to an alcove! I was quite angry. How I had been treated! I resolved to speak as little to Master Desmond thenceforth as possible. I would have to be subtle, of course. The lash is unpleasant. - (Conspirators of Gor)