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What was I doing here? Why was I brought here, to this world? My wrists hurt, held up so high in the steel. Were the men not being cruel to me? Could they not see I was naked, and helpless? "Category," I heard, "—Pleasure slave". When I heard this categorization, so matter-of-factly given, concluding the fellow's recounting of attributes and features, measurements, and such, I was suddenly, inordinately, startled. I had known, of course, I was not a house slave, or a tower slave, for I was not permitted to kneel in fashions appropriate to those varieties of slave. Too, I had understood, of course, that many of the things I was taught seemed to have direct application to the pleasing of masters, and even profoundly sensuously so, but I had not, until now, heard that exact simple, direct expression. We had never been told, in so many words, that that was the sort of slave we were. Perhaps the Gorean girls had understood it, clearly enough, but I do not think we girls of Earth had, at least not in so direct a way, not in the way, certainly, which seemed to be summarized so clearly and succinctly by that one expression. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter )