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What purposes could be served, and whose purposes, I wondered, on such a world, to instigate such suspicions, such conflicts and contradictions, to set one part of a body against another part, one part of a mind against another? How ill or insane the society which might find profit in such divisions and treacheries! Why should she not be tutored in other betrayals, as well? Why should she not be taught to fear the dictates of her hereditary coils? Why should she not be terrified at the movement of a tiny corpuscle in her lovely body, not be ashamed, as well, of the beating of her heart, the circulation of her blood? The slave is not to be ashamed of her needs; she only need fear that the master will not satisfy them. Yes, it was clear that the slave fires had begun to burn in the belly of the fair slave before me. And once she had bucked and writhed in the slave orgasm, helpless in her ropes or chains, she would be spoiled forever for freedom. What had freedom to offer a woman which might compare with the caress of her master? "Does a master not look upon me with desire?" she said. "Does a master not look upon a slave with lust in his eyes?" I was silent. I wondered if, in her former world, when she was clothed, and free, she had ever been looked upon with lust, with thoughts of stripping, with thoughts of the rope, and leash. And had she ever, even, I wondered, thought of herself as such a woman, one who might one day be so looked upon, and who might be purchased? Yes, I thought, for she had imagined herself a slave. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter )