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Certainly she had been helpless in them, in those so simple, so soft, so attractive, so colorful bonds. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #106)

But how their eyes had glinted upon her, as she had twisted, and reared up, and fell back, and squirmed and writhed, in her unsuccessful attempts to elude her constraints! To see her so before them, bound so helplessly, so predictably and absurdly futile in her commanded struggles, had given them much pleasure. Once she had intended to defy them, to remain quite still, but she was then switched, and so, again, she had addressed herself, now stung and weeping, desperately to efforts she now realized were foredoomed. She recalled the words of the young man, on Earth, now her master on Gor, that he had thought she would be very pretty in such cords, later, when she would be luscious, helplessly bound in them. Certainly she had been helpless in them, in those so simple, so soft, so attractive, so colorful bonds. Am I, she asked herself, "luscious"? She well remembered the eyes of the guards. Perhaps, she thought. And she was not displeased. - (Prize of Gor)