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What was she complaining about? I had even carried her to this place in honor, in my arms, as a free woman. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1098)

"Not that! I mean— I mean—!" But I had swept her into my arms and carried her a few yards down the passageway and then into one of the side passages, where, protruding from a rear area, in a heap of litter and debris, mostly banked against a wall, in the midst of other garbage, refuse, and trash, I had seen the corner of a discarded, ragged, thick, roughly woven reed slave mat. "No!" she said. "Not now! Not this way!" "Be silent," I said. What was she complaining about? I had even carried her to this place in honor, in my arms, as a free woman. I had not thrown her over my shoulder, her ass to the front, her head scornfully to the rear, as properties are commonly carried, such as sacks of grain and female slaves. With my foot, not yet putting her down, I dragged the mat free of the garbage and trash, and kicked it back to where I wanted it, back further in the rear area, between the high walls. I then threw her down upon it. - (Mercenaries of Gor)