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"You were not concerned," I asked, "with what was done to me?" "The tarsk-bit was paid," he said. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #357)

I had suffered little in the way of slave fires, but I was a slave, and well aware of the deeper meanings of my collar. My most memorable experience along these lines, of course, was the interlude with the Metal Worker himself, in the vicinity of Six Bridges. After he had saved me from the girls of the house of Daphne, he had dealt with me at his leisure, and as he pleased, my hands incapacitated, unable to interfere, held over my head, balancing the laundry, my fingers, as he went about his inquiries, clawing into that large, soft bundle of sparkling sheets and linen which I dared not release lest it fall and be soiled, arousing me until, I fear, I had well shown myself, to his satisfaction, as he had apparently intended, slave. "You were not concerned," I asked, "with what was done to me?" "The tarsk-bit was paid," he said. "Did you see?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "All of you?" I asked. - (Conspirators of Gor)