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I lunged forward but Mul-Al-Ka and Mul-Ba-Ta, sensing my intention, seized my arms and before I could shake them off I heard, muffled but agonized from within that terrible metal globe, the cry of a branded slave girl. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #103)

Swiftly and efficiently he placed her wrists in retaining devices mounted in the cylinder and, with a small, curved knife, removed her clothing, which he cast aside. Bending to a panel in the disk he took out three objects: the long, classic, white garment of a Chamber Slave, which was contained in a wrapper of blue plastic; a slave collar; and an object of which I did not immediately grasp the import, a small, flat boxlike object which bore the upraised figure that, in cursive Gorean script, is the first letter in the expression for "slave girl". On the latter object he pressed a switch and almost immediately, before I became aware of it, the upraised portion turned white with heat. I lunged forward but Mul-Al-Ka and Mul-Ba-Ta, sensing my intention, seized my arms and before I could shake them off I heard, muffled but agonized from within that terrible metal globe, the cry of a branded slave girl. I felt helpless. It was too late. "Is your companion well?" asked the attendant at the wall. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)