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Perhaps it is merely that her voice reminds him of that of a veiled, free woman, who once, in a distant city, treated him badly, one whom perhaps he once courted and who scorned him. Might that one then not be the one who, in a tavern or brothel, he would order to a convenient alcove? And would it not be delightful should he discover in the alcove that the woman in his arms was none other than the former free woman, now no longer free, but now enslaved? One can well imagine how well, and at what length, she would now serve him. And, in the morning, cowering before him, she must realize that he, willing to put forth some coins, might choose to purchase her for his own. I had intended to use Rena merely for a brief, nocturnal snack of slave, but, beneath my fingers, I had discovered instead, to my astonishment, a yielding, helpless, piteous slave feast. How strange and wonderful women are! How bondage exalts and levels them! To so many so alien are their inner selves and needs, how denied and feared! Some must learn ropes and the whip, and fearful obedience, before they crawl eagerly, gladly, begging, to the slave ring. With others but a touch suffices; a gentle touch upon an elbow or arm will bring them expectantly, tearfully, gratefully, to their knees. In each woman is a slave, in each man a master. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter )