Ivar Forkbeard fed her a bit of bondmaid gruel
Ivar Forkbeard, on that day, watered her and, with a spoon, fed her a bit of bondmaid gruel. Starving, she had snatched at it greedily. “How eagerly you eat the gruel of bondmaids,” he had commented. Then she had refused to eat more. But, the next day, to his amusement, she reached forth her mouth eagerly for the nourishment.
Marauders of Gor, p. 191