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I felt like a golden-pelted tabuk, lying between the paws of the black-maned mountain larl. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #1051)

I trembled. I feared what they would feel like on my body. I felt again weak. I felt like a golden-pelted tabuk, lying between the paws of the black-maned mountain larl. I moaned with misery, for suddenly I understood the foolishness of my fantasies in the pens of Ko-ro-ba, and in the caravan of Targo, that I would conquer, that I might, by the withholding of my favors, or the fervor of my favors, reduce a master to bondage, turning him into a needful slave desperate for my smiles and pliant to my will. I realized with a blaze of misery, and self-pity, that to such a man it was only I who could be the slave. He was totally and utterly masculine, and before him I could be only totally and utterly feminine. - (Captive of Gor)