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I trusted that she, to her rage, consternation, and chagrin, in all her utter helplessness, that of a female in the hands of men, had realized that. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #400)

How she must have lived in terror, fearing that this secret might be revealed, which was then indisputable and certifiable. What hubris that a slave should dare to don the garments of a free woman, let alone take a place on a Ubara's throne! Would not each tiny particle of her flesh, one after another, have been publicly removed over weeks, or months, on a needle's point? I had seen to it that she was enslaved, in her own city, making use of a couching law of Marlenus himself, Ubar of Ubars. It had been easily and perfectly done. I trusted that she, to her rage, consternation, and chagrin, in all her utter helplessness, that of a female in the hands of men, had realized that. How pleasant it is to enslave a woman. How better can one degrade them? But how strange it is that they so thrive in their degradation. Do they not understand what has been done to them, or do they understand it only too well? How is it that they kiss your feet in gratitude, leap instantly to do your bidding, kiss their fingertips and touch them to their collars, buck and squirm in your arms, gasping and writhing in grateful, uncontrollable, orgasmic ecstasy, kneel, heads bowed, before you. - (Swordsmen of Gor)