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How vulnerable we were, in our tiny tunics, our single garments, with no nether closure, our bodies so briefly and degradingly bared, before those fierce, looming beings in their resplendent robes and veils! I no longer saw the free woman. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #32)

But I think it is really because they hate us, so virulently, and want to humiliate and hurt us, even in small ways, they with all their pride, power, and goods, and we, utterly helpless and powerless, with nothing, not even a rag or collar we can call our own. Why do they wish to deny us even small pleasures, so important to women, such as those of sweet converse? Do they not themselves frequently indulge in such sweet delights, delights so natural and precious to our sex? Why should they deny them to us? Why do they hate us? Is it our fault that men prefer us, bid on us, and will own us? In any event, free women neglect few opportunities to remind a slave that she is a slave. Do they see in us what they might be, and want to be? How cruel they are to us! How their switches sting! I looked back over my shoulder, furtively, frightened. How vulnerable we were, in our tiny tunics, our single garments, with no nether closure, our bodies so briefly and degradingly bared, before those fierce, looming beings in their resplendent robes and veils! I no longer saw the free woman. She must have turned aside, or something. I felt a flood of relief. I was not even natively of Gor, and yet I feared them, feared them so. - (Plunder of Gor)