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How small her body seemed in his mighty grasp. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #565)

She saw how he looked at her, and she backed against the wall, near the door. She pulled a little against the bracelets and there was a tiny sound of chain, emphasizing her helplessness and captivity, and her movements, too, of course, drew the belly chain back, more tightly, about her, reining in her belly, which, in emphasizing the narrowness of her waist, the contrasting flare of her hips, the swelling, lovely ascent to her bosom, and her condition as bound thrall, presumably did not much help either. Selius Arconious took her casually, masterfully, possessively, in his arms, and she turned her head to the side, trying to turn away from him. How small her body seemed in his mighty grasp. "No, Master!" she said. "No, Master! Do not, Master!" "Struggle if you will, little vulo," he said. "You are only a slave". - (Prize of Gor)