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"You are a despicable, vain, pretentious, tormenting little she-sleen," he said, "but, little she-sleen, your time of tormenting is now over". - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #331)

I was naked before him, and kneeling. I fear I trembled. I knew myself desired, and not as a free woman might be desired, in all her lofty, precious, august dignity, encircled with customs, codes, traditions, conventions, proprieties, and rights, but as a slave is desired, with all the raw, uncompromising, unmitigated lust with which a slave is desired, a rightless animal whose obedience is to be instantaneous and unquestioning, who hopes to be pleasing, who hopes to serve the master, whose passion is to be unqualified and unrestrained, who exists, as a belonging, an owned female, to give him inordinate pleasures. "You are a despicable, vain, pretentious, tormenting little she-sleen," he said, "but, little she-sleen, your time of tormenting is now over". "I do not understand," I said. "You have played your games enough," he said. "I do not understand," I said. - (Conspirators of Gor)