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"You are a slave," I said.
"You are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be
a woman. If you were free, and Gorean, you might be permitted by
men to remain as you are, but you are neither Gorean nor free. The
Gorean man will accept no compromise on your feminity, not from a slave.
She will be what he wishes, and that is a woman, fully, and His.
If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your master.
He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the sport of your conquest,
but in the end, it is you who are the slave; it is you who will lose.
On Earth you had the society at your back, the result of centuries of feminiation;
he could not so much as speak harshly to you but you could rush away or
summon magistrates; here, however, society is not at your back, but at
his; it will abet him in his wishes, for you are only a slave, you will
have no one to call, nowhere to run; you will be alone with him, and at
his mercy. Further, he has not been conditioned with counterinstinctual
value sets, programmed with guilt, taught self-hatred; he has been taught
pride and has, in the very air he breaths, imbided the "mastery" of females.
These are different men. They are not Earthlings. They are
Goreans. They are strong, and they are hard, and they will conquer
you. For a man of Earth, you might never be a woman. For a
man of Gor, I assure you, my dear, sooner or later you will be."
