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I turned the kaiila in a wide circle at the end of the promenade, the bags, like swift, twin plows, taut on their ropes, throwing up two trails of dust. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #370)

Their expressions may be the more easily seen and their cries for mercy, or promises of better service, or assurances of reformed behavior, or even of perfect behavior, may be the more clearly heard. Sometimes the young men organize races in which slave girls are dragged behind the kaiila. When the young men set themselves to the development of such plans small slave girls in a camp, particularly white ones, tend to become afraid, for they know that they are not much weight for a kaiila to pull. I turned the kaiila in a wide circle at the end of the promenade, the bags, like swift, twin plows, taut on their ropes, throwing up two trails of dust. By now it seemed to me that Iwoso would have had time to expel her gag. I hoped that I had loosened it sufficiently. I looked back. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)