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How bright his eyes were, how tense his body! Might not a starving larl so gaze upon a tethered tabuk doe, a hungry sleen upon a penned verr? In the streets of Ar I had once seen a leashed slave being dragged running and stumbling, weeping, toward a domicile, but the master found himself unable to wait, and she was thrown to the paving stones of the street, there to be publicly and rudely ravished. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #310)

"I have waited a long time to own you," he said. "And have I not waited a long time to be owned?" I said. I looked up at him, and was suddenly afraid. How bright his eyes were, how tense his body! Might not a starving larl so gaze upon a tethered tabuk doe, a hungry sleen upon a penned verr? In the streets of Ar I had once seen a leashed slave being dragged running and stumbling, weeping, toward a domicile, but the master found himself unable to wait, and she was thrown to the paving stones of the street, there to be publicly and rudely ravished. I had turned aside, and hurried away, but had been stirred. I had heard, too, of purchases made off the block which were unable even to reach the holding rings or slave cages, but were enjoyed in the very aisles of the market. I was afraid but stirred, too, as only a slave can be stirred, for she knows herself helpless and choiceless, that it will be done with her as masters will. - (Conspirators of Gor)