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We spoke softly, that we not disturb the masters, Drusus Andronicus and Kurik, of Victoria, who rode together on the wagon bench, Drusus Andronicus handling the reins. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 66, Sentence #2)

I now understood the contents of the one sack, large, and seemingly filled with cloth, which had puzzled me earlier. With so small a change as the canvasing, our wagon, so conspicuous before, would become only another vehicle on the Viktel Aria. Paula and I sat in the back of the wagon, on a blanket, naked, amongst the boxes, shackled, hand and foot. We spoke softly, that we not disturb the masters, Drusus Andronicus and Kurik, of Victoria, who rode together on the wagon bench, Drusus Andronicus handling the reins. We felt comfortable, and meaningful, in our chains. We felt, and were, deliciously helpless, and wholly owned. How ancient and deep was our understanding of our sexuality, and how jejune and shallow then seemed to us the engineered distortions and strained falsities of our former world, distortions and falsities dictated by political agendas subservient to one tyranny or another. - (Plunder of Gor)