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So why then should she not be in mine? But something in my heart cried out that she, the lovely Miss Henderson, could not be a slave, not she! I must deny it! Was she not from Earth, from Earth? But I could no longer deny one thing—that I wanted Miss Beverly Henderson, that I wanted to own her. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #144)

A free woman can be a source of inconvenience and annoyance, even of intolerable agony; a slave, on the other hand, is an object of utility and gratification. I thought Miss Henderson, taken well in hand, would make an excellent slave. Too, from a thousand indications, even on Earth, I suspected, despite myself, that she might be a natural slave, a woman who belonged in the collar. So why then should she not be in mine? But something in my heart cried out that she, the lovely Miss Henderson, could not be a slave, not she! I must deny it! Was she not from Earth, from Earth? But I could no longer deny one thing—that I wanted Miss Beverly Henderson, that I wanted to own her. To own her, literally. I wanted her—as my slave. But perhaps she was not a slave? It was important to determine that. - (Rogue of Gor)