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"Why not? Yes, what is a coin or two, measured against the pleasure of teaching you what you now are, a worthless slave, of instructively demeaning you even further, of reducing your value yet again, even in a market, and thus exacting an even sweeter, richer, more delicious vengeance upon you?" "Master?" cried the slave, frightened. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #538)

"Master?" she asked. "And so," said he, thoughtfully, as though pondering some matter, "what would be the loss of a coin or two more?" "I do not understand what you are saying, Master," whispered the slave. "Yes," he said, apparently having come to some decision. "Why not? Yes, what is a coin or two, measured against the pleasure of teaching you what you now are, a worthless slave, of instructively demeaning you even further, of reducing your value yet again, even in a market, and thus exacting an even sweeter, richer, more delicious vengeance upon you?" "Master?" cried the slave, frightened. "Turn about," he said. "Face away from me, kneeling. Put your head to the rug. - (Prize of Gor)