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The Lady Melpomene sprang to her feet. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #119)

The Lady Florence did not permit her stable sluts perfume, even slave perfume. On the other hand the smell of their sweat and labors, mixed with the stable smells and that of fresh, crackling straw, and sometimes fear, for it is easy for a woman to fear when she is on a chain, particularly if she may have hitherto displeased he who is now, doubtless to her apprehension, her master of the moment; and the smells of their lovely, curvaceous bodies, the smells of their luscious femaleness, of their helpless, collared animality, so moist and warm, grasped so sweetly and closely in one's arms, these things, all these things, and, too, of course, the precipitated odors of their hot love oils, indicative of their helpless arousal, were more than sufficient to excite the brutes who took them in their arms. "Whose garments do you wear?" asked the Lady Florence. The Lady Melpomene sprang to her feet. "I will not remain here to be insulted," she said, furiously. She drew up her robes, to her ankles, and in fury, with a sob, fled toward the door. But there she was met by two large fellows, who barred her way. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)