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2-23-07
Feb 24, 2007 17:01:25 GMT -5
Post by volante{Kyr} on Feb 24, 2007 17:01:25 GMT -5
"A girl is only testing her master," I smiled.
Suddenly he struck me, slapping me cruelly across the mouth. It hurt me.
I tasted a bit of blood.
"Do you think," he asked, "that because I care for you I will not be strong with you?"
"No Master," I said.
"I decide----" he said.
"Yes, Master," I begged.
"----that you are my slave."
"Yes, Master!" I cried.
Then I writhed in his arms as he took me, exploding in the deepest and most profound ecstasies a female can know, those of the slave orgasm, known only to the owned woman.
"How could I love you so much," he asked, "if I did not truly own you, if you were not fully mine?"
"I do not know, Master," I said.
Clitus Vitellius had confessed his love for a slave. I hoped he would not now beat me.
11.Slave Girl of Gor - Page 443
He took me by the hair and thrust my head down to the furs. "A man can truly love only that woman," he said, "who is truly his, who belongs to him. Otherwise he is only a part to a contract."
"A woman," I said, "can love only that man to whom she truly belongs."
"To whom do you truly belong, Slave?" he asked.
"To you,Master," I said.
"You please me, Slave Girl," he said.
11.Slave Girl of Gor page 444
You may judge and scorn Goreans as you wish. Know as well however that they judge and scorn you. They fulfill themselves as you do not. Hate them for their pride and power. They will pity you for your shame and weakness.
12.Beasts of Gor, page 11
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