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I kissed his left knee, softly, and put my head down again, my right cheek on the furs. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #82)

From whence did they think came the humans of Gor, and their own ancestors, if not from the precincts of Earth at one time or another! And what of some Gorean beauties, slave-clad and in their collars, to whom they might point as excellent examples of their claim, the superiority of Gorean beauties to those of Earth? Upon inquiry they might learn that those very beauties had been brought from Earth to be sold on Gor! If there were differences, negative differences, between the women of Earth, at least those still on Earth, and Gorean women, it seemed clear that these differences might be attributed to the diverse social and psychological pathologies found on Earth, inimical to the genetic heritages of human nature, which sanctioned and inculcated, strove to deny womanhood to women and manhood to men. "Yes," he said, musingly. "Perhaps you are beautiful". I kissed his left knee, softly, and put my head down again, my right cheek on the furs. I gathered I had much changed on Gor, a collared slave. I had become soft, and graceful, and yielding and surrendered, and needful, terribly needful. I had become myself, reduced to my essentials. - (Plunder of Gor)