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I could not help the nature of my belly, the needs of my body, the helplessness of my responses to a man's touch. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #610)

I straightened my body, and lifted my head a little more. "And passion," he added. I reddened. I could not help the nature of my belly, the needs of my body, the helplessness of my responses to a man's touch. But why, I asked myself, should I be embarrassed by, or shamed by, or disconcerted by, signs of, and the obvious consequences of, health, life, hormonal richness, and vitality? Had not nature made me so, designed me to be a yielded, surrendered slave in the arms of masters? And in the collar, and in bondage, and on Gor had not nature liberated me a thousand fold to be myself? In a natural world does not nature thrive? "Both are excellent slaves," said Axel. "One at least," said my master. "Put either one of them in with a crowd of free women, all stripped," said Axel, "and one would see her as the slave". - (Smugglers of Gor)