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Never as a free woman had I suspected how grievous, irresistible, and even painful might be a slave's needs, how helpless she would be in their grip. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #10)

At night my wrists would be braceleted about a small tree, I placed either on my belly, my arms forward about this living stanchion, or on my back, my arms back, above and behind me. I was muchly used, for slave purposes, on the trek back to Shipcamp, especially in the evening and night, but, sometimes, during the day, as well, when, his need upon him, as it seemed so frequently to be, he would throw me to the leaves. Often enough, as well, I would creep to him, whimpering. Never as a free woman had I suspected how grievous, irresistible, and even painful might be a slave's needs, how helpless she would be in their grip. I supposed even on Earth I would have been ready to yield to a master, hoping to be found pleasing. But on Gor, once I was in a collar, half naked, with a slave brand seared into my flesh, and knew myself an object, a domestic animal, only goods, these feelings and needs became far more acute. Then I had been, at Shipcamp, chained in the slave house. - (Smugglers of Gor)