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"Buy me, Masters! Please, Masters, I beg to be purchased! Buy me, Masters! Please buy me, Masters!" She went for two silver tarsks, surely a considerable sum for a new girl, an untrained slave. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #719)

Yes, thought Ellen, it is unfortunate that she is not before free women, as well, for such a contrast, with its excruciating, unspeakable humiliation, particularly at this time in her bondage, might help her to learn her slavery more quickly. But, no matter, for she will doubtless have many experiences before free women, kneeling, serving, obeying and such, and such experiences will send her even more needfully, even more gratefully, even more piteously, to the feet of a master. "Buy me, Masters!" cried the slave on the block, presumably now on her belly, one hand perhaps extended to the crowd. "Buy me, Masters! Please, Masters, I beg to be purchased! Buy me, Masters! Please buy me, Masters!" She went for two silver tarsks, surely a considerable sum for a new girl, an untrained slave. Ellen was pleased with the sale of the slave. Had she not, when a free woman, once been haughty to her? To be sure, she was now only another slave. "Oh!" cried Ellen, as her arm was seized. - (Prize of Gor)