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How cruel she was! How helpless I was! Surely she must understand that I was trying to please her, and was striving desperately to do so. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #35)

Under Nora's switch, she clad in regalia akin to that of the Gorean free woman, I actually camisked at her feet, I had cringed as the slave I was, being beaten. I had feared her afterwards, on my former world, and even here, on Gor, as Mistress, and knew myself fittingly a slave at her feet, or at the feet of any such as she. I wept at my work. How cruel she was! How helpless I was! Surely she must understand that I was trying to please her, and was striving desperately to do so. Could she never be satisfied? Could she not understand I was no longer what I had been, her haughty, pretentious, shallow, despised rival, Miss Allison Ashton-Baker, but was now only a humbled, helpless kajira at her mercy? "Allison," said a voice. I went immediately to my belly on the wet, slick floor. I was terribly frightened. - (Conspirators of Gor)