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I wondered why we had been hooded, and had had heavy ball gags thrust in our mouths, and buckled back, in place. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #450)

After they were stripped and in chains, and crouching fearfully, with branded thighs, their necks in collars, fearing the whips of men, that would be soon enough for me, if ever! We were, at least as of now, regardless of what might be the fundamental and ultimate truth in these matters, quite different sorts of women. Social chasms separated us, social chasms unbridgeable except by the brand and collar. We waited. I wondered why we had been hooded, and had had heavy ball gags thrust in our mouths, and buckled back, in place. I did not think our hooding was to conceal our beauty from the casual glances of men. Men such as these, I had gathered, were seldom reluctant to show off the beauty of the baubles on the "slaver's necklace". Too, we were stripped, and, even so, I was sure, were being kept in a covered cage. - (Dancer of Gor)