“What you have done to me!” she cried. “Well you know that in your arms I cannot help myself!”

“What you have done to me!” she cried. “Well you know, you brute, that in your arms I cannot help myself!”
“I see,” I said.
“In your arms,” she said, “I am no better than a slave!” I smiled to myself. I wondered what her helplessness would be were she truly in a collar.
“Hesitate not,” she said. “I am in desperate need!” She looked at me, wildly. “What is wrong?” she said. “Why do you dally? What is wrong?”
“I shall consider whether or not I choose to satisfy you,” I said.
“But I am a woman!” she cried.
“Yes,” I said. “And I shall decide whether or not you will be satisfied.”
She regarded me with disbelief, with horror.
“No!” she whispered.

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.559

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