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She moved the whip and its coils gently upon my body, half caressing it, half instructing it in its bondage. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #228)

"I thought, for a moment," she said, "looking into your eyes that they were the sort of eyes before which a woman fears that the lineaments of her features, even though veiled, may be clear to him under whose observation she finds herself. Indeed, she fears, as his eyes imperiously, casually, rove over her, that her beauty and needs, in spite of the intervening robes, the intervening layers of cloth, may be exposed as helplessly to him as those of a slave girl". I did not speak. She moved the whip and its coils gently upon my body, half caressing it, half instructing it in its bondage. "Please do not whip me," I said. "But then," she said, "I discovered that you were not a man, but only a slave, and one who was despicably weak". "Please, Mistress," I begged, "do not whip me". - (Fighting Slave of Gor)