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I continued to draw her gently, and as implacably as though she were bound and on a leash, up the long stairwell of her need and helplessness. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #920)

"Do you want to stop it?" I asked. "No," she said. "No!" "Mother!" protested the girl. I continued to draw her gently, and as implacably as though she were bound and on a leash, up the long stairwell of her need and helplessness. It was as though, then, again, that I had brought her, whimpering and needful, with me, again in the Gorean fashion, down a long, patient, narrow-walled, heavily carpeted corridor, one in which her bare feet could feel the deep, soft piling of the carpeting, and through a heavy, barred door, one which I had locked behind me, showing her that there was no escape for her, and had then put her, mine, to her place at the foot of my couch. "Take me!" she cried. "I beg you to take me!" "I wonder if I should force you to yield," I said. - (Mercenaries of Gor)