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first time, but, to my surprise and delight, there seemed to be a special mystery or magic, or chemistry, between
them. Each was a dream come true for the other. She had been, it seems, in some profound genetic sense, born
for his chains. They fitted together, like a lock and its key. She loved him profoundly, helplessly, and from the
first time she had seen him. He, too, had been smitten. Then he had discovered that she was from Cos, that
ubarate which was his hated foe, at the hands of whose mercenary and regular forces he had seen his city
destroyed. It was no wonder that in rage he had vowed to make the lovely slave stand proxy for Cos, that he
might then vent upon her his fury, and his hatred, for Cos, and all things Cosian. And so it was that he had
determined to reduce and humiliate her, and make (pg. 15) her suffer, but with each cuffing, with each
command, with each kick, with each blow of the whip, she became only the more his, and the more loving. I
had know for a long time, even as long ago as the inn of the Crooked Tarn, on the Vosk Road, before the fall of
ArтАЩs Station, that she had profound slave needs, but I had never suspected their depth until I had seen her in a
camp outside Brundisium, kneeling before Marcus, looking up at him, unbelievingly. She had known then that
she was his, and in perfection. I had no doubt they fitted together, in the order of nature, in the most intimate,
beautiful and fulfilling relationship possible between a man and a woman, that of love master and love slave. To
be sure, she was Cosian.

Phoebe put down her head, shyly smiling.

тАЬCosian slut!тАЭ snarled Marcus.

He seized her by the arms and lifted her from her feet, thrusting her back against the wall of the building.

He held her there, off her feet, her back pressed back, hard, against the rough wall.

тАЬYes,тАЭ she cried. тАЬYes!тАЭ

тАЬBe thusly used, and as befits you,тАЭ said he, тАЬslave, and slut of Cos!тАЭ

тАЬYes, my Master!тАЭ she wept. She clung about him, her eyes closed, her head back, gasping.

Then he cried out, and lowered her to the stones of the street.

She knelt there, gratefully, sobbing. Her back was bloody. Marcus had not been gentle with the slave. She was
holding to his leg.

тАЬDisgusting,тАЭ said a free woman, drawing her veil more closely about her face.

Did she not know that she, too, if she were a slave, would be similarly subject to a masterтАЩs pleasure?

тАЬThis is a very public place,тАЭ I said to Marcus.
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A small crowd, like an eddy in the flowing stream of folks in the street, had gathered about.

тАЬShe is a slut of Cos,тАЭ said Marcus to a fellow nearby.

тАЬBeat her for me,тАЭ said the man.

тАЬShe is only a slave,тАЭ I said.

тАЬA Cosian slut,тАЭ said one man to another.