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I was terrified of this. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #472)

A free woman does not crawl and beg! She is not so abased, and low!" "You have not yet learned then to grovel, and plead for the least touch of a master?" "No!" I said. "Certainly not!" But I dared not let him suspect how his questions stirred me. I had begun to sense, in the coffle, on the sales chain, in the girl cage, how bondage might enflame the sexuality of a woman. I was terrified of this. I rejected it, I repudiated it, within, almost hysterically. And well I did so, for I had begun to suspect what it might be to be so needful, so helpless, so vulnerable, what it might be to desire with all one's being, submitted in the complementarities of nature, to love and serve a master, and even if one feared the master, or hated him, what it might be to be so helplessly enflamed, so heated, so needful as to be desperate for his least smile, his smallest caress, the weight of his chains. Here men were masters, absolute and legal masters, at least of such women as I. - (Captive of Gor)