It is strange," he said, "I have faced sleen and the steel of fierce enemies. I am a warrior, and am high among warriors. Yet you a mear girl would concor me with a smile and a tear."
"No, Master," I said.
"Surely you must understand," he said.
"A slave girl requires no explanation," I said. "It is hers only to obey."
"You see," he said angrily. "You make me weak!"
"Then conquer me," I said.
"You are different from all the others!" he said, angrily.
"Yet I am only a slave," I said. "Treat me as such!"
"You should be tied at the slave ring and whipped," he said.
"Tie me at the ring," I said, "Whip me!"
"A warrior," he said, "must be hard and fierce."
"Be hard and fierce with me," I said.
"You want to be conquered and enslaved, don't you, you slut?" he said.
"Yes," I said. "I am a woman." He sat up beside me.
"How you must despise my weakness," he said.
"Yes," I said, angrily. "I despise your weakness." He looked at me, in fury.
"I love you," I said.
He slapped aside my head, bring blood to my mouth. "Lying slave," he said. Then he seized me, and well vented his anger upon me. I was well used. When he had finished with me, he said, "Get up. We must go to the Curulean". I slipped the tunic on, and sashed it, and, one by one, by the five buttons, closed it. I wish he had torn it open and would have marched me through the streets as an exposed slave, that other girls might see the strength of the man who owned me. We left the tavern and made our way to the Curulean, to a back entrance. I looked at the stout iron door, behind which I would be sold.
"We must enter," he said to me.
"Do with me what you want," I said to him.
"I am," he said.
"Are you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. I looked up at him.
"I am a warrior," he said. "I cannot be weak."
"You are weak now," I said.
"No," he said.
"I despise your weakness," I said.
"How am I weak?" he said.
"You do not want to sell me," I said.
"Yet you are doing so."
"I do want to sell you," he said.
"Look at me," I said. He regarded me.
"What do you see?" I asked.
"A slave girl," he said.
"What now," I asked, "do you truly want to do with me?"
"Sell you," he said.
"No," I said. "You want me in your compartments. You want me at your feet. You want me in your collar. You want not to sell me, but to master me, to own me."
"I want many things from you," he said.
"Then command them, take them," I challenged.
"Did you trace me to Ar, and follow me to Cos, to sell me?" He looked angry.
"No," I said. "You wanted me slave, naked on your chain."
"Yes!" he said, angrily. "I want you a naked slave on my chain, mine!"
"Strip me!" I cried. "Chain me!"
"No," he said. I subsided.
"Sell me," I said wearily.
"The decision is yours. I am slave." He pounded on the iron door.
"I had thought Clitus Vitellius strong," I said.
"I had thought him of the Warriors. I had thought he had the power to do as he wills with a woman. I see now he is too weak to do with a woman what truly he wants, what pleases him."
He struck again on the iron door.
"He is weak," I said.
"A slave despises him."
"Do not make me angry," he said. I looked away. I had nothing to fear from him.
"Slave Girl of Gor" pg 424-426

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