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"Would you not like her in a tunic and collar of your choice, on her knees before you? Would you not like the owning of every inch of her, she your slave, yours to command, hers to obey? Would you not like her serving you, responding swiftly and perfectly in all things to the least whim of your will?" "Six tarsks," called a man. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #231)

"Note," said the auctioneer, indicating me with his coiled whip, "the turn of her ankle, the sweetness of her thighs, the tightness of her belly, the pleasure of her figure, the delicacy of her throat, awaiting your collar, the delicacy, sensitivity and beauty of her features". He looked to the crowd. "Would you not like her in your compartments?" he inquired. "Would you not like her in a tunic and collar of your choice, on her knees before you? Would you not like the owning of every inch of her, she your slave, yours to command, hers to obey? Would you not like her serving you, responding swiftly and perfectly in all things to the least whim of your will?" "Six tarsks," called a man. "Six tarsks," repeated the auctioneer. "Walk, little Dina," said he to me. "And well". - (Slave Girl of Gor)