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It did not seem what a gentleman would do. Never before had a man handled and touched me as he did; no man on Earth, I felt sure, would have so dared to touch a woman. I felt examined—as casually, as clinically, as professionally—as an animal. Did he think I was an animal, a mere pretty animal? Did he not know that I was a person! That I was a person of station and class, that I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college, that I was an English major, that I was a poetess! At one point, turning my head, thrusting two fingers of his left hand and two fingers of his right hand into my mouth, he pulled my mouth open, widely, examining my teeth. This added to the distinct and unwelcome impression that I was being assessed as an animal, assessed as no more than a young, lovely beast. Could that be true? Was that all I was here? Was that all I was, truly, anywhere? I have excellent teeth, white and small and straight. I was pleased about that. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )