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And so Elinor Brinton danced to torment them. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #1289)

Something deep and female within me emerged, something I had never felt before. I would torture them! I did have power. I would make them suffer! I was white silk! It was safe to dance before them as I pleased. And so Elinor Brinton danced to torment them. They cried out with anguish and pleasure. How pleased I was in my power! As the music changed so, too, did the dancer, and she became as one with the music, a frightened girl, new to the collar, a timid girl, delicate and submissive, a lonely slave, yearning for her master, a drunken wench, rejecting her slavery, a proud girl, determined to be defiant, a raw, red-silk slave, mad with the need for a master's touch. And, too, as I danced, I would sometimes dance toward a warrior, sometimes as though begging him his glance, sometimes as though seeking his protection in my plight, sometimes as though I could not help myself, but was drawn to him, helplessly, in the vulnerability of the female slave, sometimes, when I chose, to deliberately, overtly and cruelly, taunt him with my beauty, my desirability, and my inaccessibility. - (Captive of Gor)