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 "And only after this, our profound humiliation," she said, "will the men of Ar, if it should
please them, see fit to permit us to be divided into lots, and be branded and collared, and sold
into slavery throughout the towns and cities of Gor."
"Splendid," I said. "Splendid!"
She looked at me with horror. "Are you a man of Gor?" she asked.
I shrugged. I did not know.
Then again, suddenly, she lifted her body to me. "You have aroused me," she
whispered. "You know you have aroused me, and cruelly."
"You lift your body like a female slave, Lady Tima," I said.
She groaned, and lay back. She moaned.
The blonde a few racks down was now sobbing with pleasure. She was alone. "Masters,
Masters," she called. "I am only a tarsk bit! Please touch me!"
"What a slut she is," I said.
"Yes, Jason," whispered the Lady Tima.
"These straps seem to hold you quite well," I said.
"I am absolutely helpless," she said. "Touch me, I beg you!"
"The pleasure rack is an interesting device," I said. I examined the wooden wheels, the
levers. In virtue of the axes of the device and the various gears and pinions, and the joints,
braces, fitted, sliding boards, notches and lock points, it can be adjusted to a variety of
positions. To be sure not all the pleasure racks were as sophisticated as that on which was
bound my former Mistress, the former female slaver, the Lady Tima of Vonda. This device, like
some of the others, had doubtless been brought from the city, perhaps dragged forth by
shackled men of Vonda hauling on wagon ropes.
"Jason," begged the Lady Tima.
"I have never seen one this close before," I said.
"Jason!" she cried.
"You look well on your knees before me," I said.
"Jason," she wept.
I then bent her backward, and then, lifting and turning her, examined the left side of
her beauty, and then the right. I then put her through a variety of positions, more
experimenting with the possibilities of the apparatus than anything else, though the
experiments had their aesthetic value, for the Lady Tima was a lovely woman. "Fascinating," I
said. "Jason, I', she protested. I then, as I had grown more proficient with the device, used it
for one of its two major purposes, that of exhibiting and displaying its helpless prisoner. Its
second major purpose, of course, is to hold the woman in any position one pleases. I rotated
her to her back. I then turned away. "Jason!" she cried. "Jason!"
I turned back, again, to face her.
"You have humiliated and abused me," she said. "You have turned me about and
examined me on the rack as though I might be a slave girl! You have cruelly aroused me! You
cannot leave me now!"
"I can," I told her.
"Please comeback," she wept. "Touch me! Touch me!"
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"As a slave?" I asked.
"Yes, yes," she said. "I beg it as a slave!"
 "But that is lower than a mere slut," I said. "Surely you remember the blonde girl," I
said, indicating the girl some racks from her.
"I beg it as both a slut and a slave," she said
I then went slowly to the rack. She looked up at me, frightened. Then I fastened her in