"Master," she said, "please, no! Oh! Oh!" "You are not only going to awaken," he said.
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"You are going to be a juicy, tasty, steaming little pudding".
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"No, Master!" she said.
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"You are going to be, in time, as helpless as a she-urt in heat," he said.
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"No, Master!" she said.
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"No, no, Master!" But he had then turned about and left the surface of the shelf.
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"No, no, no," she wept to herself.
"Master," she said, "please, no! Oh! Oh!" "You are not only going to awaken," he said.
"You are going to be a juicy, tasty, steaming little pudding".
"No, Master!" she said.
"You are going to be, in time, as helpless as a she-urt in heat," he said.
"No, Master!" she said.
"No, no, Master!" But he had then turned about and left the surface of the shelf.
"No, no, no," she wept to herself.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )