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"She would be a delicious, perfect slave," I said. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 37, Sentence #872)

He looked on Alcinoë, and she, on all fours, put down her head. "Why then should she be denied, as her own world would deny her, submission to the mastery, ropes on her ankles, her wrists pinioned behind her back in slave bracelets, a collar on her neck, her lips pressed obediently to a master's whip?" "I, for one," he said, "would have no interest in denying her such things, particularly if she would look well at a man's feet. It is cruel to deny to a woman her nature, and, as well, to a man his". "She would be a delicious, perfect slave," I said. "I want her! I want her, wholly! I want to own her, completely! Let herself then discover herself, and know herself, as that for which nature has designed her, a man's slave!" "And if you owned her," he said, "and she writhed in her chains before you, miserable in the throes of slave fires, and begged for the attentions commonly bestowed on a slave, would you show her mercy?" "Perhaps," I said, "if she begged well". "I see," he said. "Master," said Alcinoë to the stranger, looking up at him, "I am needy!" "Kneel," he said. - (Mariners of Gor)