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Gratefully I lowered my burden, and sank to my side, in the fallen leaves. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #19)

And even lighter labors may serve this purpose. What slave has not scrubbed floors, naked, in shackles? How weary I was, in my place, carrying my burden! Surely it was not for this that I had been taught in the house to cook, clean, launder, and sew, to tie a tunic, to move with grace, to speak as a slave, to kneel, belly, lick, and kiss, to eat and drink from pans, to gratefully receive scraps from a master's hand, to apply cosmetics, to fetch a whip or slippers in my teeth, to bedeck myself with beads and armlets, to wear bells, to beg in a hundred ways, to present myself in chains, to please men in the furs. "Burdens down, rest," we heard. Gratefully I lowered my burden, and sank to my side, in the fallen leaves. As I lay, I could see, on the trunk of a nearby tree, a yellowish stain, at about what would be the eye level of a large man. I recalled that, once or twice before, not thinking about it, I had seen a similar stain. I supposed it might be a form of unusual moss, or some sort of parasitic growth. - (Smugglers of Gor)