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He handles his slave with assurance and authority, sometimes treating her as though she were in a bit and harness, and other times as though she were a vibrating, responding musical instrument from which he draws out tunes, tiny whimpers, soft moans, and cries, as he wishes. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #42)

Many times last night Kurik, my master, had put me to his pleasure. What seasons, and climates, and thunders, and tides, he had wreaked in my frame! He had not used me again as he had the first time, but I was left in no doubt that I was a slave. The Gorean master does not request or petition but owns and takes. He handles his slave with assurance and authority, sometimes treating her as though she were in a bit and harness, and other times as though she were a vibrating, responding musical instrument from which he draws out tunes, tiny whimpers, soft moans, and cries, as he wishes. I had thought of myself on Earth as being inert and frigid, and my master's first rude, forcible depriving me of my virginity had done little to alter that conviction. On Earth my sense of sex had extended to little more than displaying my beauty and using it to obtain attention. It is pleasant to bask in the admiration of men, even men of Earth. - (Plunder of Gor)