Take me as what I am, a slave!
“How shall I have you?” I asked. “Gently, tenderly, politely, courteously, respectfully, accommodatingly, solicitously, as would a man of Earth?”
“No, no,” she begged. “Take me as what I am, a slave!”
I touched her, gently, timidly.
“Oh!” she cried, miserably. “No, that is like a man of Earth! How cruel you are! Do not insult the helpless womanhood of a poor slave. Do not play with my needs as a man of Earth, oh, Master; fulfill them as a man of Gor! I beg it of you, Master.”
Beasts of Gor, p.412