She began to tremble, uncontrollably, shedding tears of irrepressible emotion, wild tears of relief, of gratitude, of wanton, unrestrained elation, of instantaneous, irresistible joy, and it seemed, so sobbing, that she would fall.
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And a fellow behind her, taking her by the hair, steadied her, and forced her head up, to regard Cabot.
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"You are a slave, are you not?" asked Cabot.
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"Yes, master!" "Whose are you?" "Yours, master!" "Speak it, then," said he.
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"I am your slave, master!" she said.
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The men about cried out with pleasure, and smote their left shoulders in approval.
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"Bring the collar," said Peisistratus.
She began to tremble, uncontrollably, shedding tears of irrepressible emotion, wild tears of relief, of gratitude, of wanton, unrestrained elation, of instantaneous, irresistible joy, and it seemed, so sobbing, that she would fall.
And a fellow behind her, taking her by the hair, steadied her, and forced her head up, to regard Cabot.
"You are a slave, are you not?" asked Cabot.
"Yes, master!" "Whose are you?" "Yours, master!" "Speak it, then," said he.
"I am your slave, master!" she said.
The men about cried out with pleasure, and smote their left shoulders in approval.
"Bring the collar," said Peisistratus.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )