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I lay there on my back before him, my body a bow, bound helplessly across his saddle. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #625)

Terribly afraid of falling, I did so. He bent across my body and I felt my crossed wrists lashed to a saddle ring. He then bent to the other side and, in moments, I felt my crossed ankles lashed to another ring. I lay there on my back before him, my body a bow, bound helplessly across his saddle. He slapped my belly twice. He then laughed another great laugh, that great raw laugh, that of a tarnsman, who has his prize bound helpless before him. I cursed my misfortune, that I had been driven from the thicket when a tarnsman had been in the sky! I pulled at my bound wrists, and ankles, fastened to the rings. - (Captive of Gor)