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"Thank you, Master," she said. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #703)

Masters are commonly indulgent of the uncontrollable spasms of their female slaves. One wishes to do nothing to in any way qualify, modify, or inhibit their services, and passion. The female slave is quite lovely in one's arms, head back, hair wild, squirming, pleading for mercy and wanting none, hot, sweating, vital, responsive, helpless in her collar, or chains, moaning, gasping, her body moving uncontrollably, in your grasp, owned, yours, locked in the merciless throes of the most profound succession of orgasms a human female can experience, those of the mastered, ravished slave. "Thank you, Master," she said. I then held her by the upper arms. She was so beautiful! "Doubtless I must soon be released from the slave ring," she said, "that I may attend to my work". "Oh!" she cried, thrown brutally to the furs at the foot of the couch. - (Guardsman of Gor)