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What could he want of me? I was a free woman! Could he expect of me some ignoble act of submission, some gross token on my part of my acceptance of a new reality in my life. - (Savages of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #298)

There was even grass, and seed, and tiny pebbles in the matting. Too, from the staining on the hair it seemed clear the beast had trodden through dung. Other stainings, pale and yellowish, mixed in the matting, were doubtless the dried residues of urine, doubtless from the close herding, or the hobbling and tethering, of numerous kaiila. What could he want of me? I was a free woman! Could he expect of me some ignoble act of submission, some gross token on my part of my acceptance of a new reality in my life. Better death! I refused. I was a free woman! Never would I perform so hideous an act! Never would I be so debased, so humiliated! I was a free woman! He said another word and again, suddenly, I was much as I had been before, only now stripped, kneeling on the grass, my hands crossed and held before me by one man, the other readying his club to strike out my brains. 'No, no,' I cried, 'please, no!' The man on the kaiila again spoke, and again I was released. - (Savages of Gor)