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I had little doubt that slave fires might soon, when men chose, rage mightily and irresistibly in that lovely little belly. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #63)

I looked down again from the platform and ring on the slave, now, on its dangling, swaying rope, rinsing a wastes pail. I remembered her, at the foot of the second mast. Indeed, I recalled the view of the physicians, from long ago, early in the voyage. I had little doubt that slave fires might soon, when men chose, rage mightily and irresistibly in that lovely little belly. After a few days as a red-silker, I could imagine her crying out publicly, even before free women she had known, on an auction block, even in Ar, in misery and gratitude, at the deft, gentle, demonstrative touch of the auctioneer's whip. Her slave needs give a master much power over a woman. And it is pleasant, of course, to exercise such power. - (Mariners of Gor)