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"Kajirae!" "Slaves! Slaves!" There was no fear in my voice, but almost hysterical triumph! "Slaves!" I screamed at them. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #352)

I cried out in anguish. I wanted to be free, too, to dance, to cry out, to claw at the moons, to throw myself on the living, fibrous, flowing grass, to writhe with these women, my sisters, to writhe with them in the frenzy of their need. No, I cried out to myself, no, no! I am Elinor Brinton! I am of Earth! No, no! "Kajirae!" I screamed at them. "Kajirae!" "Slaves! Slaves!" There was no fear in my voice, but almost hysterical triumph! "Slaves!" I screamed at them. "Slaves!" I then knew myself better than they! I was superior! I was above them! Though I was bound and branded I was a thousand times greater and finer than they. I was Elinor Brinton! Though I might be stripped, though I might be tied to a slave post, I was greater and finer, and of nobler stock, than they. They were naught but slaves. - (Captive of Gor)