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Her eyes were wild, and begging. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2579)

His eyes examined the curves of her, her bosom beneath the tunic, the narrow waist, the flare of the hips, the thighs, the calves, all of which he owned. He had seen her yield to others, those not her master, and with the yieldings of a slave. She could not reach him easily, for he was some seven or eight feet from her, but she went to her belly, and, as nearly as she could manage, to the common second position of obeisance, and lifted her head, and looked up at him, piteously, her small wrists braceleted behind her. Her eyes were wild, and begging. Seldom had she felt more owned. Then, as she could not, as she lay, reach his sandals, she put her head down before him, and pressed her lips to the grass, kissing it, pathetically. She hoped that this placatory behavior might avert his wrath, perhaps even save her life. - (Prize of Gor)