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Could she be longing for a master? Was that what it was to be a woman, to be a slave? Then she, a civilized beauty of station, position, and class, the young, spoiled, pampered, proud, self-righteous scion of a pathological acculturation, put aside such thoughts as offensive and absurd, and considered her present predicament and vulnerability. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #1270)

Surely she would fear the whip. She would be choiceless. Never before had she encountered such a man. Could she be longing for a master? Was that what it was to be a woman, to be a slave? Then she, a civilized beauty of station, position, and class, the young, spoiled, pampered, proud, self-righteous scion of a pathological acculturation, put aside such thoughts as offensive and absurd, and considered her present predicament and vulnerability. She was imprisoned, helplessly, perfectly, why or how she had no idea. She had no evidence, even, of the number or nature of her captors, or owners. She looked at the heavy, glassine walls, closely curving about her, within whose compass she and the others were confined. - (Kur of Gor)