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| 49 | 154 | View more quotes about again">Again she lifted her belly, and whimpered, piteously, once, and then again more desperately, more pathetically, once, again. |
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| 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. |
| 49 | 153 | She is then the property of masters. |
| 49 | 154 | Again she lifted her belly, and whimpered, piteously, once, and then again more desperately, more pathetically, once, again. |
| 49 | 155 | Her eyes were bright with tears. |
| 49 | 156 | I recalled that she had been sent to me for my pleasure. |
| 49 | 157 | The slave is nothing, of course, a beast, a plaything, a domestic animal, an object, a property, a vendible possession. |