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I was suddenly afraid that she might buy me. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #422)

She was no older than I, I am sure, but she addressed me as a child. The guard's foot nudged me again. "Buy me, Mistress," I stammered. I was suddenly afraid that she might buy me. I did not want to be bought by a woman! But that thought startled me. Surely I would prefer to be owned by a woman, perhaps to be her serving slave, to brush and comb her long hair, to dress her, to adorn her, to fetch her cosmetics, to carry her messages and run her errands, but then I realized I did not want that at all! I did not want to be owned by a woman! But why not? What was the alternative? Did I want, really, rather, to be the trembling, fearful slave of one of these handsome, virile, powerful Gorean brutes, who takes everything from a woman, leaving her nothing? Surely not! But the thought came to me, however, surprising me, that I would indeed prefer that, prefer being the slave of a man, to being the slave of a woman. How wicked I must be, I thought. - (Captive of Gor)