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What would she bring? She thought of her feminist sisters, of Earth, on such a block, in chains, being sold to men. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #77)

She trembled, thinking of the sales block, the eager, virile, possessive, bidding men, the whips, of being exhibited dramatically, specifically, callously, in intimate detail, rawly, as the lovely, helpless merchandise she was. She trembled, yes. But, too, she was fascinated, almost giddy, at the thought of being sold. What would she bring? She thought of her feminist sisters, of Earth, on such a block, in chains, being sold to men. In such a place they would be in little doubt of their sex, or of its meaning—just as she, here, on Gor, had learned her sex, and its meaning. "Move!" she heard, and her group of ten, in its turn, in line, she the seventh in her group of ten, in ankle coffle, left foot first, was directed across the grass. The grass felt fresh and soft beneath her feet. - (Prize of Gor)