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I wondered if free women, in their large, cold beds, had any cognizance of, or were even capable of a cognizance of, the experiences of their girls, chained in the straw of a cell, their grateful writhings, the kissings and sobbings, the thrashings and pleadings, of their despised collar sluts. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #218)

Their lives are hard. It not easy being a stable slut. How precious then do they find their occasional, helpless enfoldings in the arms of a strong man! They discover rapture on a chain, ecstasy in a stall. I wondered if free women, in their large, cold beds, had any cognizance of, or were even capable of a cognizance of, the experiences of their girls, chained in the straw of a cell, their grateful writhings, the kissings and sobbings, the thrashings and pleadings, of their despised collar sluts. The girl in the slave sack squirmed angrily, irritably. Kenneth looked at the sack move, responding to the luscious girl curves within it. "Does she not know she is not to squirm?" asked Kenneth. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)