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What if he should, as I feared he could, simply light those fires within me, fires that I could not control, and that I feared I would come to need, even to beg for? I could remember the cries of my instructresses at night, lifting their chained wrists to passing guards. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #66)

I must not let them burn within me! But what if I could not help it, I asked myself, in anguish. And, I asked myself, why should I try to help it, why should I try to resist? Was I not a slave? Why should I not feel as a slave, yield as a slave? I heard myself gasp, and moan. "Steady, slut," he said. What if he should, as I feared he could, simply light those fires within me, fires that I could not control, and that I feared I would come to need, even to beg for? I could remember the cries of my instructresses at night, lifting their chained wrists to passing guards. "Do you wish to have your hands bound behind your back?" he asked. "No, Master," I said. "Then hold your left wrist with your right hand, behind your back," he said. - (Plunder of Gor)