“It is dangerous for you here,” I said. “You should be home.”

“It is dangerous for you here,” I said. “You should be home.”
“I have no home,” she said.
“Who would want to hurt a little she-urt,” she said.
“What do you want?” I asked. I was alert to the tiny sound behind me.
“I will please you for a tarsk bit,” she said.
I did not speak.
She suddenly knelt before me. “I will please you as a slave girl, if you wish,” she said.
“When I want a slave girl,” I said, “I will have a real slave girl, not a free woman pretending to be a slave girl.”
She looked up at me, angrily.
“On your feet, free woman,” I said.
She got up angrily. She was not a slave. Why should I accord her the privilege of kneeling at my feet?

“I’m hot and I’m pretty,” she said. “Try me.”

I touched her flanks. They were good. I then took her by the upper arms. I looked into her eyes. She lifted her lips to mine.
“No!” she

I took binding fiber from my sea bag and tied his wrists together behind his back, and crossed and tied his ankles.

“Please, let me go,” she said. “It will mean the collar for me.”
“Do you recall what you said to me,” I asked, “shortly before I turned you about?”
“No,” she said.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Yes, yes!” she said.
“Say it, again,” I told her.
“Please,” she begged.
“Say it,” I said.
“I’m hot and I’m pretty,” she stammered. “Try me,” she said. She swallowed hard.
“Very well,” I said.
I drew her to me by the ankles.
“Please let me go,” she said. “It will mean the collar for me. Oh, oh.”

Explorers of Gor, p. 68-70

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