Miss Beverly Henderson! She! A slave! Owned! On this world she was owned, owned as much as would be a pig on Earth! How could such a thing be? Quite easily, of course.
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And it was the case.
I was trembling.
"Forty-four!" I heard.
"Forty-six!" I trembled.
I had seen Miss Beverly Henderson kiss the whip.
I had seen her put through slave paces.
Miss Beverly Henderson! She! A slave! Owned! On this world she was owned, owned as much as would be a pig on Earth! How could such a thing be? Quite easily, of course.
And it was the case.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )