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I saw her thrown forward on her stomach, one warrior binding her wrists behind her back, another crossing and binding her ankles. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #69)

It was the tall gray-eyed blond girl, whom I remembered from the morning, who had carried a coil of marsh vine, holding it against my arm, she who had danced, with excruciating slowness, before me at festival, who had, like the others, shown her contempt of me with her spittle. She struggled, snared in two leather capture loops, held by warriors, tight about her waist. Another warrior approached her from behind, with a whip, and with four fierce strokes had cut the rence tunic from her body and she knelt on the rence matting that was the surface of the island, crying out in pain, begging to be bound. I saw her thrown forward on her stomach, one warrior binding her wrists behind her back, another crossing and binding her ankles. A girl bumped into us, screaming. It was the lithe, dark-haired girl, the slender girl, who had been so marvelously legged in the brief rence tunic. I remembered her well from the pole, and how she had traced the figure upon my shoulder, and how she had knelt insolently, tormentingly, before me, and had looked up at me, amused, and had put her hands upon my thighs, but had then, with the others, been ordered away from me by Ho-Hak. - (Raiders of Gor)