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I moved my head, as I could, to clear mush to the sides, to open up crevices and passages into which air might penetrate, and began to bite and swill at the mush, desperately, filling my mouth, and struggling to swallow down great gluts, as best I could, again and again. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #281)

I could not breathe. I feared I might drown, so held. "Feed, slave," he said. I moved my head, as I could, to clear mush to the sides, to open up crevices and passages into which air might penetrate, and began to bite and swill at the mush, desperately, filling my mouth, and struggling to swallow down great gluts, as best I could, again and again. Then he wiped the inside of the bowl with my face, and bade me, with my tongue, to waste no gruel. Then, still holding me by the hair, he thrust my head down into the other bowl, that of water, and, my hands on the floor, on either side of the bowl, I drank, lapping the water, as I could, being shown the beast, and slave, that I was. After a time, he released my hair, and sat back, watching me, while I continued to drink. - (Plunder of Gor)