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Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees, the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #57)

Both girls, branded and collared, were well marked as slave. The belt dance was now moving to its climax and I turned to watch Phyllis Robertson. "Capture of Home Stone," I heard Cernus say to Caprus, who spread his hands helplessly, acknowledging defeat. Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees, the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. Her head went farther back, as her hands moved on the arms of the Warrior, as though once to press him away, and then again to draw him closer, and her head then touched the furs, her body a cruel, helpless bow in his hands, and then, her head down, it seemed she struggled and her body straightened itself until she lay, save for her head and heels, on his hands clasped behind her back, her arms extended over her head to the fur behind her. At this point, with a clash of cymbals, both dancers remained immobile. Then, after this instant of silence under the torches, the music struck the final note, with a mighty and jarring clash of cymbals, and the Warrior had lowered her to the furs and her lips, arms about his neck, sought his with eagerness. - (Assassin of Gor)