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He had not even lashed me to within an inch of my life. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #1245)

Yes, I kissed his feet, as though I might have been no more than a beautiful, stripped, guilty, frightened slave! How natural, and necessary, and perfect, in such circumstances, seemed this act of timid abject obeisance! Would any girl of Earth, I wondered, so in the power of such a man, on such a world, have dared to do otherwise? He turned about and left the forested area, and I hurried to accompany him. He had not slain me. He had not tied me to a tree, for sleen to devour. He had not even lashed me to within an inch of my life. I followed him. My mind was in tumult. How confused, and shamed, I was at the immediacy, the naturalness, of my act of prostration before him, and yet, on another level, scarcely daring to admit this to myself, I knew that I had, too, perhaps inexplicably, unaccountably, felt enraptured. - (Slave Girl of Gor)