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And, I asked myself, why should I try to help it, why should I try to resist? Was I not a slave? Why should I not feel as a slave, yield as a slave? I heard myself gasp, and moan. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #64)

He lifted me, and turned me about, to his convenience, as he wished. In the training house I had heard of slave fires. I must not let them burn within me! But what if I could not help it, I asked myself, in anguish. And, I asked myself, why should I try to help it, why should I try to resist? Was I not a slave? Why should I not feel as a slave, yield as a slave? I heard myself gasp, and moan. "Steady, slut," he said. What if he should, as I feared he could, simply light those fires within me, fires that I could not control, and that I feared I would come to need, even to beg for? I could remember the cries of my instructresses at night, lifting their chained wrists to passing guards. "Do you wish to have your hands bound behind your back?" he asked. - (Plunder of Gor)