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Of what value, I wondered, is the virginity of a slave girl? Of what value is the virginity of a horse, or of a dog or cat, or pig? That I was a virgin, of course, that I was "white silk," was public knowledge. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #569)

I felt disturbed, troubled, shamed, humiliated. Surely the men of Earth would have given almost anything for a mere glimpse of me disrobed, let alone for the unbelievable ecstasy of taking me in their arms! "Am I not beautiful enough, Master?" I asked. "You are passable for a slave girl," said he, "but, at this time, it is not clear whether or not your virginity has value". Of what value, I wondered, is the virginity of a slave girl? Of what value is the virginity of a horse, or of a dog or cat, or pig? That I was a virgin, of course, that I was "white silk," was public knowledge. Shortly after I had come into his keeping, Targo himself, as my master, had, to my horror, delicately, made that determination. Too, I did not doubt but what my original captors would have made a similar determination, perhaps after I had been anesthetized, before my branding, or before I had awakened, after my futile attempt at escape, and found myself bound and neck-roped in my own bed. I lay before him, shamed, rejected. - (Captive of Gor)