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"How I wanted to take you in my arms," he said, "and teach you what it was to be a slave!" "But you did not do so!" I said. "Can you imagine the torture," he said, "what it was to be with you, each day, day in and day out, Ahn by Ahn, so close, wanting to get my hands on you, wanting to seize you, and ravish you, again and again, to take your meaningless pettiness in hand, and make it cry out, and moan, and leap spasmodically, helplessly, in my arms, gasping, and begging for more, fearing only that I might, for my amusement, too soon desist in the depredations to which your body was subjected". "It was not only you who were tortured," I said. "You speak of torment! What do you know of torment? What do you know of a woman's slave fires, once men have kindled them, and forced them to burn? Can you imagine what it is to feel such things, not just in one's belly, but throughout one's helpless slave's body? We cannot seize and command a master! We cannot exceed the length of our chains! We can only beg! And will men be kind to us, or not? It is up to them and not us, for we are slaves! Can you imagine what it was to be naked in a slave wagon, shackled within reach of you? Can you understand what it is to serve a master, to cook for him, to serve him food, to fetch and carry for him, and not be touched? Can you understand what it is for a woman to wear a man's bonds, and not be exploited at his whim? Can you imagine what it is to be half stripped, and collared, only a slave, readied by an entire society for service and sex, and be ignored? Can you imagine what it is to be clad only in a tunic, or a camisk, as in the Cave, near one to whom you would beg to belong, and not be so much as touched?" "It seems," said he, "that we have tortured one another". "Yes, master," I said. "If you are telling the truth," he said. "master?" I said. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter )