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Rescue me! Do not let me be taken by this beast!" Surely they must have some pity, or feeling, for one who was, after all, a female of their own species, though one with a brand incised into her left thigh. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #24)

Also a leather collar was on my neck, from which a leash dangled, and the end of the leash was clutched in one of the beast's massive paws. "Please save me, Masters!" I wept to the men about. "I will be a good slave! Keep me! Am I not pretty? I beg to please you, and wholly, unquestioningly, and abjectly, responding to your least whim, in all the ways of the female slave! I will please you muchly. Rescue me! Do not let me be taken by this beast!" Surely they must have some pity, or feeling, for one who was, after all, a female of their own species, though one with a brand incised into her left thigh. "Please, Masters!" I wept. "Please, Masters!" "You have been paid for," said the leader of the men. "Return his money!" I begged. - (Conspirators of Gor)