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No man would ever make her yield! In this way one might account an inadequacy or impoverishment, natural or willed, a mark of virtue or merit. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #466)

Then she decided, petulantly, angrily, that she would not help the way she was. She would show them! She would pride herself on her superiority to feeling and vitality. She would be one of those women who scorn feeling and vitality in others, and would try to shame them for their resources of sensibility, for their emotional richness, and their treasures of health. No man would ever make her yield! In this way one might account an inadequacy or impoverishment, natural or willed, a mark of virtue or merit. Particularly if one suspected that men would not be much interested in one anyway. But she did sense that if things had been a little different, if Mirus had treated her even a little bit differently, she would have cried out and wept herself his. Her body had ached to yield itself to him. - (Prize of Gor)