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Never before had a man handled and touched me as he did; no man on Earth, I felt sure, would have so dared to touch a woman. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #577)

He put one hand on my back and another on my side and, for a few moments, holding me thus, felt my breathing. He felt my thigh, and flexed my legs, noting the change in the curve of the calf. It did not seem what a gentleman would do. Never before had a man handled and touched me as he did; no man on Earth, I felt sure, would have so dared to touch a woman. I felt examined—as casually, as clinically, as professionally—as an animal. Did he think I was an animal, a mere pretty animal? Did he not know that I was a person! That I was a person of station and class, that I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college, that I was an English major, that I was a poetess! At one point, turning my head, thrusting two fingers of his left hand and two fingers of his right hand into my mouth, he pulled my mouth open, widely, examining my teeth. This added to the distinct and unwelcome impression that I was being assessed as an animal, assessed as no more than a young, lovely beast. - (Slave Girl of Gor)