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Several of the Pani with the masked figure had now ranged themselves on either side of the door of the hut. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #333)

I suspected she was fighting irresistibilities within herself, longings to feel his switch, curiosities as to what it might be to kneel naked before him and press her lips upon his bared feet, what it might be to writhe in his arms, helpless, and owned, as only a woman may be owned, owned to the tiniest tremor of her subdued and surrendered heart, to the last obedient cell of her mastered body. I did not speak these things, of course, to Tajima. We turned our attention to the door of the closed, presumably blockaded hut. Several of the Pani with the masked figure had now ranged themselves on either side of the door of the hut. I did see, briefly, a frightened face within, in the small, open window, to one side of the door. The figure in the hideous mask-helmet, with the bloodied sword, gave a sign and several Ashigaru fetched brands from the fallen, now-smoking pavilion, and hurled them to the dried branches with which the hut was roofed. I would have thought it well to have warned the walled-in, dangerous, doubtless panic-stricken prisoners of the hut of the intention of the besiegers, that they might consider the wisdom of surrender, but they were extended no such cordiality. - (Swordsmen of Gor)