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With what insolence, with what arrogance, he had cast his seed within me! And I must endure such things, as it pleased him! How he had held me, and then loosed himself within me! What arrogance, what insolence! He had not asked my permission. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1342)

I clung to my use master. I did not want him to let me go, not yet. Then I was afraid and angry. With what insolence, with what arrogance, he had cast his seed within me! And I must endure such things, as it pleased him! How he had held me, and then loosed himself within me! What arrogance, what insolence! He had not asked my permission. He had simply taken me, as a slave might be taken! Did he not know I was from Earth? Did he think I was only another Gorean girl? But I realized, then, that here I was perhaps even less than a Gorean girl, and, at best, only another slut in a collar. "Please do not let me go, Master," I begged. "Hold me, please". - (Dancer of Gor)