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They bring us to heel, teach us to obey, and to serve, and deliciously! I wished that I was on Earth again, where slave girls might go free, live luxuriously, pamper themselves, and even, should it please them, command the weak men of Earth. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1012)

But if not all women were slaves, I knew one who, to her fury, and chagrin, was, Elinor Brinton! I struck the steel plating in fury, with my small fist. I was a slave, a fitting slave, a natural slave, and I had learned this, but I did not want it! I did not want to be a slave! Yes, I thought, Goreans have indeed a way with women such as I. We are categorically and helplessly embonded. They bring us to heel, teach us to obey, and to serve, and deliciously! I wished that I was on Earth again, where slave girls might go free, live luxuriously, pamper themselves, and even, should it please them, command the weak men of Earth. But what most I now feared, and most hysterically rejected, was the suspicion that there might lurk in my deepest being a profound turning, a sudden, cataclysmic transformation of my consciousness, the possibility that I might admit to myself, confess to myself, a truth I dared not even articulate. This was the suspicion that I might not only accept the fittingness of slavery for one such as myself, for I had now come to recognize myself as a slave, but that I might come to find my fulfillment in it, that I would rejoice in it, and would come to love it. How fearful! I feared I might become such that I would not for the world relinquish my condition, my state, my bondage, that my bondage would become more precious to me by far than my freedom had ever been. - (Captive of Gor)