Were these marvelous creatures, each of whom already wore the graceful brand of the slave girl, any the less worthy than she? "No," I said to Targo.
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"I will not buy any of these".
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To my surprise a sigh of disappointment, even of keen frustration, coursed down the chain.
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Two of the girls, she from Tor and one of the girls from Ar wept, their heads buried in their hands.
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I wished I had not looked at them.
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Upon reflection it seemed clear to me that the chain must, in the end, be a lonely place for a girl, filled with life, knowing that her brand has destined her for love, that each of them must long for a man to care enough for them to buy them, that each must long to follow a man home to his compartments, wearing his collar and chains, where they will learn his strength and his heart and will be taught the delights of submission.
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Better the arms of a master than the cold steel of the ankle ring.
Were these marvelous creatures, each of whom already wore the graceful brand of the slave girl, any the less worthy than she? "No," I said to Targo.
"I will not buy any of these".
To my surprise a sigh of disappointment, even of keen frustration, coursed down the chain.
Two of the girls, she from Tor and one of the girls from Ar wept, their heads buried in their hands.
I wished I had not looked at them.
Upon reflection it seemed clear to me that the chain must, in the end, be a lonely place for a girl, filled with life, knowing that her brand has destined her for love, that each of them must long for a man to care enough for them to buy them, that each must long to follow a man home to his compartments, wearing his collar and chains, where they will learn his strength and his heart and will be taught the delights of submission.
Better the arms of a master than the cold steel of the ankle ring.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )