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I reached over and put the bit of Pleasure Silk under her, that it might be wrinkled and bear the stains of her sweat. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #363)

I mumbled something, but she would hear nothing of it, and suddenly feeling her in my arms I laughed and held her to me, and she laughed, and whispered, "I love you, Tarl Cabot," and I said to her, "Kuurus, Kuurus—of the Caste of Assassins," and she said, "Yes, Kuurus—and poor Vella of the House of Cernus—picked up on the street and brought to this place, given no choice but to serve the pleasure of a man who is not even her master—cruel Kuurus!" We fell to kissing and touching and loving, and after some time she whispered, eyes bright, "Ah, Kuurus, you well know how to use a wench". "Be quiet," Kuurus told her, "Slave Girl". "Yes, Master," she said. I reached over and put the bit of Pleasure Silk under her, that it might be wrinkled and bear the stains of her sweat. "Clever, Master," said she, smiling. "Be silent, Slave Girl," I warned her, and she heeded my injunction, for she then, for better than an Ahn, served in a silence that was exquisite, broken only by our breathing, her small moans and cries. The Game When I deemed it wise to depart from Vella, I knotted her yellow slave livery about her neck and cried out, "Begone, Slave!" and then slapped my hands together at which juncture she let forth a howl as though she had been struck, and then, blubbering hysterically and crying out, she scrambled from the alcove, hastily and awkwardly, half falling, descended the narrow ladder and fled weeping from the paga tavern, much to the delight and amusement of the customers below. - (Assassin of Gor)