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How vulnerable this makes a woman feel, and yet, startlingly, reduced to the raw female of her, how thrilled she is, so aware then of her enticements and excitements, her desirability, her worth, that men may buy her, steal her, even kill for her, anything to own her, to number her amongst their possessions. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #408)

I knew myself considered. I was held, as in the "slave bow". I was assessed, as the slave as I was, a purchasable female, curvaceous, vendible meat, fit to be exhibited on the slave block. How vulnerable this makes a woman feel, and yet, startlingly, reduced to the raw female of her, how thrilled she is, so aware then of her enticements and excitements, her desirability, her worth, that men may buy her, steal her, even kill for her, anything to own her, to number her amongst their possessions. "Yes," said he, "not without interest". He then straightened my body, shook my head, cruelly, roughly, burning my scalp with pain, and thrust my head under water. I do not know how long he held my head under water, but I am sure it was a very short time. - (Quarry of Gor)