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In his arms I had always been the most helpless. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #182)

To an Earth girl, accustomed to the hypocrisy and weakness of the men of Earth, their shame, their inhibitions and pretenses, the Gorean male, in his honesty, his power, his lust, his manhood, is a hurricane of joy. Clitus Vitellius, I knew, had been angry that I could not help but respond to men, scorning me for this rightly, perhaps, as the slave and slut I was, but I did not care. Though any Gorean male might make me, in spite of myself, a panting, orgasmic slave in his arms, I knew it had been only he, Clitus Vitellius, whom I had truly loved, and yet loved. In his arms I had always been the most helpless. He was my love master. The officer gestured to the sailor who had first chained me, and he approached. "Though you are the only girl on board," said the officer, "do not think that you will be treated easily". - (Slave Girl of Gor)