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What could we be to such men but meaningless chits? How angry that made me! And yet, too, it made me want to yield to them, and serve, and please them. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #146)

But before such men what could women be but meaningless chits? "Perhaps Master has duties to which he might attend," I suggested. I was furious. I lacked no confidence in my own excellencies, in my own qualities, and such, which I had deemed considerable, certainly for my former world, but I sensed, too, to my fury, that he, this brute, like so many Gorean men, was in many ways, and by far, my superior. What could we be to such men but meaningless chits? How angry that made me! And yet, too, it made me want to yield to them, and serve, and please them. How different he and so many others were from most of the men I had known on my former world. What had been done, I wondered, to the men of my former world? How superior to me, in so many ways, were these brutes of Gor! How slave I felt before them! Were such as I not fittingly owned by such as they, as the females of so many species of my former world were, in effect, owned by their males? To my chagrin such things were now, on Gor, indisputably obvious to me. I was unable to deny them, as much as I might wish to do so. - (Conspirators of Gor)