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Keep me! I will be very good! I will be obedient! I will serve you! I will do whatever you want!" You are less prissy and proud now, aren't you, Cabot thought. Would that the males whom you belittled and abused on your world, whom you treated with such disdain and insolence, whom you teased and tormented, could see you now, naked, groveling and begging, before beasts! Why have the Kurii come to the Prison Moon, Cabot asked himself. Surely not to rescue a pet. Why then? For what? To probe the defenses of priest-kings, to test equipment, to train and season pilots and task squads, to enact a trial of courage, to fling before priest-kings some sort of an act of defiance, what? Where are the priest-kings, Cabot asked himself. "Masters!" cried the brunette, suddenly, squirming in terror, on the metal floor, and drawing up her legs, the breath of the beast hot on her body, "Masters!" Cabot was startled. Had he heard what was said? Had she said that—what he had thought he had heard? "Please, Masters!" she screamed, "do not eat me! I will be your slave! Keep me as a slave! Make me your slave! I will be a slave! No, no, I am a slave! I am a slave! Keep me for yourselves, or sell me to men! Do not eat me! Keep me, or sell me! I beg to be your slave, to be kept or sold, as it might please you!" These words came from her as though from her dreams, wild, tearful, and unutterably heartfelt, but they were cried out in full consciousness, in full waking reality, as she writhed, terrified, on the metal flooring of the hallway, at the clawed feet of fanged Kurii. She is a slave, thought Cabot. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter )