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It is difficult to describe the nature of my feelings, so much was turbulence, and misery, and terror, and, I own, profound need, and helpless, piteous desire. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #158)

I lay before them on the floor of the wagon. They loomed over me. They were strong, handsome, powerful men. It is difficult to describe the nature of my feelings, so much was turbulence, and misery, and terror, and, I own, profound need, and helpless, piteous desire. Could I be a slave? Were these not the feelings of a slave? I feared I might be a slave. Could it be that what lay at their feet was, after all, no more than a common slave? Could I be one of those unworthy, terrible women who needed a man, who could find her happiness only at the feet of one, wanting to be his in all ways, desiring to please him, and to love and serve him with her whole heart? I recalled a thousand dreams, and fantasies. I recalled kneeling at the foot of the couch in Corcyrus and lifting and kissing, tenderly, the slave ring bolted into its massive, sturdy frame. - (Kajira of Gor)