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Indeed, my judicious, relentless tormenting of her, the cruelty of my questioning, had done much to confirm not only the words of Ibn Saran, but my own conjectures. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #526)

I pondered this for a moment. Ibn Saran, as I recalled, had informed me that Vella had changed, that she had, I gathered, come to some deeper understanding of her needs, her desires, herself. I did not, based on what had earlier transpired, doubt this. Indeed, my judicious, relentless tormenting of her, the cruelty of my questioning, had done much to confirm not only the words of Ibn Saran, but my own conjectures. I had not been gentle with the slave, but, too, I remembered Klima. Why should I permit her even a shred of slave silk to hide behind? She seemed desperately determined, of course, still, before me, a former man of Earth, however foolishly, to present the postures, pretenses, and attitudes of a free Earth woman, apparently hoping that I would somehow commiserate with her and regard her as a free woman unfortunately placed in bondage. But from Ibn Saran I had learned she had, her brittle defenses overridden and crushed, learned that, instead, on Earth, she had been a slave who, merely, had not yet been placed in bondage. - (Tribesmen of Gor)