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She was different, higher, better, a woman of Earth! She was refined, educated, sensitive! She was too special, too delicate, to be beaten! Could he not see that? She was not a common slave! She should not be beaten! Could he not see that? But I felt the leather of the saddle beneath my arched back, the binding fiber on my wrists and ankles, that fastened me to the saddle rings. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #683)

I pulled helplessly at the straps. Elinor Brinton did not want to be beaten! She should not be beaten! She was not of barbaric Gor; she was of another world, Earth. She was not a Gorean girl. She was different, higher, better, a woman of Earth! She was refined, educated, sensitive! She was too special, too delicate, to be beaten! Could he not see that? She was not a common slave! She should not be beaten! Could he not see that? But I felt the leather of the saddle beneath my arched back, the binding fiber on my wrists and ankles, that fastened me to the saddle rings. It was so tight. I was so helpless. And I was bound shamefully, cast over his saddle as though I might have been a piece of meat. - (Captive of Gor)