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In my mind, and belly, I was becoming different, or, perhaps better, was becoming more and more, in my mind and belly, what I had always been, a slave. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #50)

Accordingly, after leaving the house, and having felt the switch, and, once, the lash, I had surrendered wholly, and helplessly, as I must, holding back nothing, surrendered to feeling, emotion, and radical sentience, as a yielding, worthless object, as a slave to her master, which I was. Again and again I would steel myself to resist, somehow, even despite the perils, but then I would be touched, and I would be again a slave. Too, I feared, but longed for, the growing of my needs, now multiplying, waxing, and intensifying. In my mind, and belly, I was becoming different, or, perhaps better, was becoming more and more, in my mind and belly, what I had always been, a slave. And surely I now knew at least the glimmer of slave fires. Men were seeing to it. I had no choice. - (Smugglers of Gor)