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But he could not be serious! What could he have in mind! Surely he could not be doing this to her, not to her, not to her! Had he no respect for her? What of her dignity? Was he not of Earth? Could he not remember Earth? "Please, Master!" she wept. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #578)

She recalled the pleasure with which she had regarded herself in the mirror, her trimness, her excitements. But how vulgar had been his compliment! Yet could she deny that she was pleased? But in what a shameful position she had been placed! She thought of the rude, efficient, coital positions of many animals. Was it so different? And, she realized, too, she was now an animal, a slave, and an attractive one. But he could not be serious! What could he have in mind! Surely he could not be doing this to her, not to her, not to her! Had he no respect for her? What of her dignity? Was he not of Earth? Could he not remember Earth? "Please, Master!" she wept. "Not like this! Not like this!" "Please, no!" she cried. "We are of Earth," she cried, "we are both of Earth!" "No longer," he said. "Mercy, Master!" she begged. - (Prize of Gor)