She resists

“Fuck you!” she says, not accepting suggestions that she might be a ****. Samora has her pride and values it very high.
“No, no, it’s fuck YOU!” he says with angry voice, pushing the cattle prod between her legs. Samora screams loudly, as another powerful shock rips her body apart. She loses control over her bladder, emptying it. Man looks at her with disgust and contempt. He kicks her few times to make sure she won’t complain any more. After this he grabs her hair and looks into her face.
“Listen me, bitch. You’re not in the position to make any demands, do you understand? You will be ****. It’s your choice if you’ll accept it quick or you’ll make me to beat it down into your pea brain.”
He pushes her on the floor and kicks her belly one more time. Samora curls herself on the floor, crying from pain and humiliation.
“Now, let’s go to the first stage of your training, you western cow”, he says, forcing her to follow him through the corridors of the **** market. Finally, he takes her to the room with a strange, yet dangerous looking machinery.