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I was a nameless slave girl on an alien world, at the mercy of primitive warriors in a barbarian camp, an object for their sport, a lovely, two-legged plaything, a mere prize, in their cruel games. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #477)

My cheeks, inside the hood, were stained with tears. The interior of the hood was wet. I was Judy Thornton, a junior at an elite girls' college, an English major, a poetess, delicate and sensitive! A man near me called out a word, delightedly, a word I would later learn was "Quarry!" At the same instant I felt the flash of a switch on my body and I, weeping, fled from its sting. I was a nameless slave girl on an alien world, at the mercy of primitive warriors in a barbarian camp, an object for their sport, a lovely, two-legged plaything, a mere prize, in their cruel games. The prize stopped, in a jangle of bells, gasping, throwing her head about, as though she might see. She was trapped in the folds of the hood. I heard a man near me. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4)