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"She is superb!" I heard whisper. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #1278)

I realized, suddenly, in the dance, that I had power in my beauty, incredible power, power to strike men and stun them, to astonish them in the firelight, to make them, if I wished, mad with the wanting of me. How different this was from the effective, but amateurish provocations I had enjoyed on Earth. Here, in the firelight, naked, adorned with the cosmetics of a slave, collared and belled, before primitive masters, on this barbaric world, I danced, and danced as the most desirable of all women, the female slave, she who is owned, who may be purchased, and who must unquestioningly and instantly obey, she who is the most wonderful property that a man can own, she who is the answer to his deepest and most delicious dreams. "She is superb!" I heard whisper. I danced toward him, he who had said this, and he leaped toward me, but two of his fellows seized him, holding him back. I danced back, my hands held to him, as though I had been torn from him. "Aiii!" he cried. - (Captive of Gor)