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| 11 | 626 | Then I had View more quotes about struck">struck the furs, angrily, futilely, in frustration, again and again, with my fists. |
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| 11 | 623 | "Own me! I beg to be your slave!" It was then that he had knelt beside me and placed the tarsk-bit in my mouth. |
| 11 | 624 | He then rose up, and, with his foot, scornfully thrust me to the side, and withdrew. |
| 11 | 625 | I went to my stomach, and, head lifted, looked after him. |
| 11 | 626 | Then I had struck the furs, angrily, futilely, in frustration, again and again, with my fists. |
| 11 | 627 | His laughter had rung behind him. |
| 11 | 628 | How well I knew then that I was no longer Miss Margaret Henderson, of Earth, but now only Zia, of Gor, an animal, a property, a slave. |
| 11 | 629 | "Ah, Zia," said Euphrosyne, "it seems you were raped in the street". |