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I had little doubt but what the magnificent Verna, leader of the panther girls, would bring her comely prize, apparently only another common slave, in a work tunic, successfully to the northern forests. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #297)

She now has meaning, and worth, if only that of a slave. She kneels before the chair of her master, perhaps fully clothed, her hands clasped behind her, her head down, waiting for him to enter. And I watched the proud Verna lead her humbled, chastened slave away, into the darkness, the gag straps tight over the back of her hair as she followed perfectly, beautifully, unquestioningly, frightened, on her leash. I had little doubt but what the magnificent Verna, leader of the panther girls, would bring her comely prize, apparently only another common slave, in a work tunic, successfully to the northern forests. I knelt alone then, chained, on the summit of the grassy hillock, beneath the vast, looming moons. I waited. I wept. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 16)