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Could it be, I wondered, that I belonged so? Could it be that I was a slave? I do not mean, of course, in some legal sense, but in some far more profound sense, a sense in which an explicit legal imposition of servitude would be little more than a technicality, however fearful a technicality, which would recognize, acknowledge, and confirm, in a formal manner, something ancient, something underlying, deeper, and more basic, more real, than statutes, pronouncements, and rulings, something true of my very being. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #61)

I was shaken, half fainting. I had never felt such emotions, such feelings. I was kneeling before men. Could it be, I wondered, that I belonged so? Could it be that I was a slave? I do not mean, of course, in some legal sense, but in some far more profound sense, a sense in which an explicit legal imposition of servitude would be little more than a technicality, however fearful a technicality, which would recognize, acknowledge, and confirm, in a formal manner, something ancient, something underlying, deeper, and more basic, more real, than statutes, pronouncements, and rulings, something true of my very being. "I will not kneel, no, no, never, never!" cried the woman who had run to the elevator. "Remove her clothing, and lash her," said the man. Two of his fellows, those without switches, started forward. - (Plunder of Gor)