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I was not small, nor weak, for a typical woman, though I was far inferior in size and strength to them Doubtless they would define womanhood, and value, as they pleased, however eccentrically. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #141)

Three Panther Women, carrying their spears, approached. My captor put her hand in my hair, holding my head back, exhibiting me to her companions. "How small and weak she is," said one of the Panther Women. I was not small, nor weak, for a typical woman, though I was far inferior in size and strength to them Doubtless they would define womanhood, and value, as they pleased, however eccentrically. "How pretty, how small, how slight, how feminine, she is," sneered another of the large women. I knew myself despised. I looked beyond the three Panther Women, and saw the two neck-roped slaves, one a blonde, like my captor, and the other a brunette, rather like myself, kneeling down, close to one another. - (Smugglers of Gor)