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I did not care. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #373)

I recollected with satisfaction my witnessing of the captivity of Verna, the panther girl, but I recollected with much less satisfaction what had occurred in the slave wagon, when Inge had so decisively bested me; when I had learned that she could beat me, if she pleased, and would, should it please her; when I, a former bully among them, had so suddenly lost my status with them; when Inge, whom I now feared, forced me, and cruelly, to address her, and the others, with the exception of Ute, though slaves themselves, by the title of Mistress, as though it was only I among them who might be the slave! Moreover, to my fury, the other girls of the caravan, hearing of this, and thinking it a great joke, were quick to demand of me the same dignity. "No!" I said. I discovered that I was not popular with my sisters in bondage. I did not care. I was better than them all, put together! If I were to steal a pastry, or lie, what did it matter? Doubtless they were jealous! Doubtless they envied me my beauty! I was not a barbarian. It was they who were barbarians. Address them by the lofty, noble title of Mistress? As though they were glorious, exalted free women? As though only I were degraded, despised slave amongst them? "No, no!" I said. - (Captive of Gor)