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Then I think of her inveterate hatred toward her embonded sisters, seemingly so inexplicable, and I wonder if she is truly so naive or uninformed as she pretends. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #1239)

How pleasant it is to make women slaves! How pleasant it is to light the slave fires in their bellies! And how different they then are, so transformed! Or is it cruel to kindle such fire within them, to so enflame their delicious symmetries, to take them out of themselves and turn them into something new, the belongings of men? Is it boorish or uncouth to so compromise and damage their will? To take them and turn them from proud free women into needful slaves? Perhaps, but it is pleasant to do so, and they look so lovely at your feet, squirming, collared, begging your caress. I wonder sometimes if the free woman can understand these things. Sometimes I think they are utterly foreign to her, incomprehensible, far beyond her ken. Then I think of her inveterate hatred toward her embonded sisters, seemingly so inexplicable, and I wonder if she is truly so naive or uninformed as she pretends. Perhaps she hates her embonded sister because she senses the slave lives in a world denied to her, a distant, honest, wonderful world, one of submission and obedience, one of intimacy and service, one at last of radical, unabashed sexuality, one of pleasure and joy, one of love and fulfillment, one of nature—but nature enhanced with the refinements of civilization. But these matters, I suppose, are mysterious. Who can understand them? Perhaps it is not for a common soldier to delve into them. - (Vagabonds of Gor)