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Shortly, to his amusement, I became no more than what he knew I would become, a helpless, sobbing, begging, yielding slave in his arms. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #574)

I then preceded him to the tavern, my tunic clutched in my right hand. He did not hurry with me, as it turned out, but mastered me, wholly, and repeatedly. I had thought I might, in the beginning, as subtly as I could, deny him pleasure, feigning inertness, but the collar of a slave was on my neck, and Gor had touched me too deeply. Shortly, to his amusement, I became no more than what he knew I would become, a helpless, sobbing, begging, yielding slave in his arms. Gorean men had well prepared me for him. When he was finished with me, he inserted a coin, a tarsk-bit, into my mouth. I felt the tiny coin in my mouth. - (Quarry of Gor)