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On her sorry world such natural-born slaves are often permitted to run free, even to their misery, and the misery of men, for there are few masters to take them in hand. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #109)

"But do not the pathetic sluts of that sorry world have something, after all, to commend them, their exquisite features, their smooth, cascading, glossy hair, their pretty necks, waiting for the collar, their soft shoulders, their bellies and breasts, their thighs and ankles, their luscious bodies so fit for ropes and straps, their limbs for manacles and shackles? See the miserable creature at my feet. Despise her, if you will, and appropriately, but note that she has the curves of a slave. She is obviously a natural-born slave. On her sorry world such natural-born slaves are often permitted to run free, even to their misery, and the misery of men, for there are few masters to take them in hand. But, on this world, we repair such an oversight. We do with them what should be done with them. We mark them, fit them with collars, and sell them!" "Good!" called several men from the tiers. - (Quarry of Gor)