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I hate them! I hate them! But then she thought of the house of Mirus, long ago. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #240)

I hate Selius Arconious! I hate him! I hate him! Then she cried aloud, in the hood, "Oh, please, Master, have mercy on me! Come back! Hold me! Touch me! Help me! I will obey well! I will be a good slave! Fulfill me! Give me my slave's release! I beg it! I am your slave! Be kind to your slave! Be ruthless if you will! I care not! Put me to slave service! Use me! I beg use! I beg use! Master! I beg use, Master!" She heard a man laugh, passing by, amused at the discomfiture of the squirming slave. I hate Selius Arconious, she thought. He has made me a spectacle! He has made me a laughing stock! How sweet his vengeance must be! Why cannot I be as I was on Earth, frigid and cold! But men have done this to me! They have made me a slave! Now I am naught but an aroused, passionate slave! I hate men, she thought. I hate them! I hate them! But then she thought of the house of Mirus, long ago. Clearly she was now ready to beg to serve a man, any man! You monsters, she thought. You monsters! You magnificent monsters! You know well, do you not, you monsters, that this slave girl is yours! And thus she thrashed about, weeping and bound. Ellen for a time could do little but squirm in misery, tethered helplessly, hand and foot. - (Prize of Gor)