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I moved as beautifully as I could, and as though in fear before him, trying to please him, begging to placate him. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #217)

"Ai!" I cried suddenly, as though in pain, and reacted as though I had been, from his quarter, struck with a whip. Mirus looked at me, startled, and I looked at him, reproachfully, and frightened, and then, as though he had whipped me, and commanded me, I began to dance. There was no music, of course, and so the dance must content itself largely with the expression, as it were, of my servitude, and my subjection to his will. I moved as beautifully as I could, and as though in fear before him, trying to please him, begging to placate him. From time to time in the dance I reacted again as though I had felt the whip, crying out in pain, looking at him in terror, sometimes struck even to my knees. Sometimes, too, I tried to dance before the stranger, but his eyes would inform me that it was before Mirus that I was to dance slave beauty. "Look at her, Master!" cried Tupita. - (Dancer of Gor)