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It might have been a rite not of women, but of she-panthers! How starved must be the lonely, hating panther women of the forests, so gross is their hostility, so fierce their hatred, and yet need, of men. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #252)

We would have been raped and sold slave had not Marlenus, with almost casual insolence, rescued us. Then he had invited us to his camp, and we had come, and dined upon his largesse! In the game he had devastatingly beaten me. I looked down to the circle. It might have been a rite not of women, but of she-panthers! How starved must be the lonely, hating panther women of the forests, so gross is their hostility, so fierce their hatred, and yet need, of men. They twisted, screaming now, clawing at the moons. I would scarcely have guessed at the primitive hungers evident in each movement of those barbaric, feline bodies. They would be masters of men. - (Hunters of Gor)