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Let me tender to you now the helpless surrender of an orgasmic slave!" Who was it who cried out so shamelessly, so helplessly and brazenly for a master's mercy? And I realized that she who cried out was I. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #442)

The beast! The beast! I would show him! I would resist him! I would refuse to feel! I would not let him do this to me! "Please have pity on me, Master!" I cried. "I acknowledge that I have been conquered. I am vanquished! I am now yours, and as you want me, as a slave, fully! I beg now only to be permitted to yield to you abjectly and shamelessly. Let me tender to you now the helpless surrender of an orgasmic slave!" Who was it who cried out so shamelessly, so helplessly and brazenly for a master's mercy? And I realized that she who cried out was I. "Please, Master," I whimpered, sobbing, surrendered, wholly then one with myself, and wholly at his mercy. "Please, Master. Please!" "Does Lady Sheila, the lofty and proud Tatrix of Corcyrus, desire to yield to me as a slave?" he asked. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 31)