“Ina begs food of her captor.”

“Yes,” she said. “Ina begs food of her captor.”
I then gave her the bit of food, putting it in her mouth.
She leaned back and ate the food. “Thank you,” she said.
“You may feed,” I informed her.
“May I use my hands?” she asked.
I considered the matter.
“Yes,” I said. After all, she was not a new slave being trained, learning her collar, and the totality of her subjection to a master. She was, after all, a free prisoner.
She fell upon the bits of fish eagerly.
“Where are your manners?” I asked. “You are a free woman. You are eating like a starved slave girl.”
“Forgive me, my captor,” she said.
When she had finished I pointed to the sand and she knelt there, putting her head down, her palms in the sand.
“Thank you for feeding me, captor,” she said.

Vagabonds of Gor, p. 371

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