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Now, though I could scarcely admit this to myself, I feared, and feared correctly, that the first fires of a slave's passion had been ignited within me. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #366)

How bold she was! I myself would not have dared to admit such a thing to another woman! What might she think of me? I had not even, scarcely, dared to admit to myself, or recall, that in the arms of the fifth man my body had clasped his, and my arms, and I had, in the darkness of the hood, a moaning slave, subdued, cried out with pleasure. Then, too soon, they had been finished with me. That night I had lain in the darkness of the hood, hungry, recollecting the sensations they had induced in me. Now, though I could scarcely admit this to myself, I feared, and feared correctly, that the first fires of a slave's passion had been ignited within me. I had known that I was a slave, and a true slave, before they had touched me, but I had not known, until they took me in their arms, how helpless and low a slave I could be". I could scarcely believe my ears. It seemed that Miss Henderson, without thought, before me, was confessing herself a slave. - (Rogue of Gor)