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| 49 | 149 | "Do you petition the View more quotes about lash">lash of the mat?" I inquired. |
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| 49 | 146 | "You are pretty," I said. |
| 49 | 147 | Again she whimpered. |
| 49 | 148 | Her belly was again lifted from the mat. |
| 49 | 149 | "Do you petition the lash of the mat?" I inquired. |
| 49 | 150 | I wondered how long it had been since she had been caressed. |
| 49 | 151 | As she was a Gorean kajira, I had no doubt she was the victim of the slave fires which free men, perhaps cruelly, had seen fit to light in her belly. |
| 49 | 152 | How much that makes them ours! Are not her needs the mightiest of her chains? Once the slave fires burn in a woman's belly, she is undone; she can no longer be free; freedom is no longer an option; it is forever behind her. |