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I did not now think, all in all, that she was all that inferior as slave stock, at least considering that she was only barbarian collar meat. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #49)

She would no longer be able to help herself. By now, despite any pretense she might make to indifference, or disinterest, and despite any asseverations to the contrary, there would be combustible tinder beneath that tiny, flimsy tunic, which might be ignited by a glance, or touch. We make them slaves; they soon learn to beg. I did not now think, all in all, that she was all that inferior as slave stock, at least considering that she was only barbarian collar meat. Axel, I recalled, had not despised her, not wholly. I imagined her, exhibited naked on the block, in chains, dancing to the flute and tabor, to the snap of the auctioneer's whip, her belly promising untold pleasure to the master who would buy her. No, I thought, she was not all that unattractive, not really. - (Smugglers of Gor)