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I could not even sense the twisting of the body in the grass, nor hear the pulling of the leather against the stakes. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #658)

"Please, Master!" she cried suddenly, frightened, miserably. "Continue! Do not stop! I am there, there! I am ready! I am poised! I shall burst! I cannot help myself! I am bound! I am helpless! I ache! I cannot stand it! Be merciful, Master! Be merciful! Please, Master, be merciful to your slave!" I waited for a time, uneasily, and then, to my satisfaction I heard the slave cry out, suddenly, explosively, wildly, joyously, disbelievingly, her cry almost instantly stifled by Tajima, presumably his hand clapped over her mouth. Who knew what might lurk about, in this pleasant grove, with its small pool? There was silence for a time. I could not even sense the twisting of the body in the grass, nor hear the pulling of the leather against the stakes. "Oh, Master!" said Nezumi. "Master!" "Rest now," he said. "Descend slowly. - (Rebels of Gor)