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Miles of Vonda and I continued to look downward, into the central room of the slave quarters, upon the confined inmates. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #223)

Gone then are the thousand frustrations and conflicts; released then, in a flood of tears and joy, is her fundamental womanhood; the hypocrisies are then at an end; the long shams are done; she melts into his arms, kissing and sobbing, his. But enough of the wonders, and astonishments and pleasures, of slave garments. Their nature, their varieties and types, and their meanings, are limited only, as you might expect, by the widely ranging imaginations of the lovely slaves and their strong masters. Miles of Vonda and I continued to look downward, into the central room of the slave quarters, upon the confined inmates. "The feast tonight," said Miles of Vonda, "would have been more pleasant, had it been served by these". "We must, for the time, deny them to ourselves," I said. "There is the work of men to be done". - (Guardsman of Gor)