Book 8, Hunters of Gor, pages 115 - 116

"A slave girl is best either when she is often used, or when she has been deliberately, for some time, deprived. A free woman may go days or weeks without the touch of her companion"

Book 8, Hunters of Gor, page 235

"Free women of the north regard themselves as superior to sex; many are frigid, at least until carried off and collared; they often insist that, even when they have faces and figures that drive men wild, that it is their mind on which he must concentrate his attentions; some free men, to their misery, and the perhaps surprising irritation of the female, attempt to comply with this imperative; they are fools enough to believe what such women claim is the truth about themselves; they should listen instead to the dreams and fantasies of women, and recall, for their instruction, the responses of a free woman, once collared, squirming in the chains of a bond-maid."

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page ??

"whereas it commonly takes a third of an ahn to arouse a free woman, a female slave is often responsive from almost the first touch of the master. Why this should be I do not know. I suspect it is due, primarily to two factors : the first is psychological. The collar itself, and the state of bondage, for no reason clear in my mind, commonly transforms even the tepid free woman into an orgasmic marvel of a slave. Perhaps they fear to be whipped if they are not pleasing? Perhaps, behaviorally, given no choice but to act as a passionate female slave, they find, suddenly, through simple psychological relationships, they, to their horror, have become only a passionate female slave. Perhaps it is theknowing that they are rightless, owned, dominated, which so deeply, so incredibly, triggers the profound web of yielding, piteously receptive, helplessly submitting reflexes; perhaps in the depth of their bodies lies the secret need to be sexually subjugated, totally without which they cannot attain their full sexuality. I do not know. The second reason is presumably simple. It is merely that the female slave, abandoned, responsive, owned, constantly at her master's beck and call, ready constantly for his least pleasure, is frequently used. Female slaves are sometimes used, when the master's time permits, three and four, or more, times a day. It is not unusual to give an entire day to sport with a female slave, something unthinkable with a free woman. The slave girl, of course, has no rights. She may be used for hours. What counts is not her will, but her master's. Frequent use of the female slave, I suspect keeps her body honed to submissive perfection. Whatever be the reasons, a common female, and one of no unusual heat for a slave, will be carried through a series of multiple yieldings, dozens, before the average free woman can be warmed."

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 341 ~¤~

"Women who have not been previously owned, like free women, for the most part, even if naked and collared, do not yet understand their sexuality. That can only be taught to them by a man, they helpless, in his power. An unowned girl, a free woman, thus, can never experience her full sexuality. Passion, it is thought, deprives the free woman to some extent of her freedom and important self-control; it is frowned upon because it makes her behave, to some extent, like a degraded female slave; free women, thus, to protect their honor and dignity, their freedom and personhood, their individuality, must fight passion; the slave girl, of course, is not entitled to this privilege; it is denied to her, both by her society and her master; while the free woman must remain cool and in control of herself, even in the arms of her companion, to avoid being truly 'had,' the slave girl is permitted no such luxury; her control is in the hands of her master, and she must, upon the mere word of her master, surrender herself, writhing, to the humiliating heats of a degraded slave girl's ecstasy. Only when a woman is owned can she be fully enjoyed."

Book 10, Tribesman of Gor, page 17 ~¤~

"Yet hundreds of the highborn free women of Ar, many rich, had avidly sought companionship with Clitus Vitellius.
I did not blame them. Had I been a free woman of Ar, I, too, would have sought such companionship. To have such a man as Clitus Vitellius I would have accepted his terms. So, too, I think would have any true woman. Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms that to have half a man, or no man at all...
...
'Remove your clothing,' would my master say to a high-born free woman, suing to be considered by him in companionship. She would do so, and be assessed. If he was not pleased, he would send her weeping from his presence, clutching the rag of a slave, to don it and return to her dwelling. If he was not displeased, he would gesture to the tiles before him where there waited a goblet of slave wine which she, kneeling before him, would eagerly drink. She would serve him that night as a slave. In the morning, she, nude, would prepare and serve to him his breakfast, after which he would make fresh use of her; he would then send her from his presence, first pressing into her hand a coin, usually a copper tarsk or a silver tarsk, commensurate with the quality of her service. Such women went from his quarters proudly, clad in the full regalia of the free woman. They were not discontent. They had been touched by Clitus Vitellius."

Book 11, Slave Girl of Gor, pages 154 - 155

"There seem to be two major reasons why free women are seldom raped on Gor. first, it is thought that they, being free, are to be accorded the highest respect, and secondly, slave females are regarded as being much more desirable."

Book 16, Guardsmen of Gor, page 184

"She rose to her feet and ran to kneel before Calliodorus. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her hands on his legs. 'Will you accept me, Master?' she asked.
'In Port Cos, said he, 'long ago, I wooed you with all the honors and dignities to be accorded to the free woman. Well did we grow acquainted, and many were the long and intimate conversations in which we shared.'
His eyes then grew hard. 'And in one of these,' he said, 'you uttered an unspeakable confession, ackowledging your slave needs.'
'I was so ashamed,' she said, turning her face away.
'How could I take to my bed in honor, one who had dared to confess her slave needs? Such girls I could buy at the market. We parted, naturally. But our families, desiring the companionship, pressed us for explanations. That our honors might be protected, of course, yours that you had dared to confess your slave needs, and mine, that I had been the scandalized auditor of so shameful an admission, we remaind silent.'
'But,' said she, moist-eyed, 'that our courtship not appear to have failed, and that our families not be disgraced, your agreed to proceed with the companionship, this in accordance with your conception of your duty as an officer and a gentleman.'
He looked down at her, not speaking.
'I did not wish to languish, scorned and neglected, in a cold bed, while you contented yourself with market girls. I fled the city.'
'You are mistaken in at least one thing,' he said. 'I had not determined to proceed with the companionship because of family pressures. I am not so weak. Similarly, my duties as an officer and a gentleman were not implicated in the matter.'
'But why then?' she asked.
'I wanted you.' he said.
'But I have slave needs,' she said.
'I thought long after our conversation,' he said. 'You had dared to confess your slave needs, and this had shamed you, and it had scandlized me. But, why, I asked myself.
Should not, rather, one be more ashamed by decceit than the truth? Can there truly be greater honor in hypocrisy then in honesty? It does not seem so.
I then realized how bravely you had trusted me and revealed this to me. My outrage gave way to gratitude and admiration. Similarly, I asked myself, why was I scandlized. Was this not connected with hidden fears of my own, that I might discover complemantary needs within myself, the need to own and be a master?
Your confession, so expressive and poignant, tended to undermine a deceit of free persons. You had dared, it seemed, to break the code of hypocrisy. Had the gate to barbarism been left ajar? I regretted, for a time, the loss of the lie. We grow fond of our myths. Yet our myths arelike walls of straw. Ultimately they cannot protect us. Ultimately they must perish in the flames of truth.'
'You would have taken me,' she asked, 'knowing that I had slave needs?'
'Your slave needs,' he said , 'made you a thoughd times moredesirable. What man does not want a slave?'
She looked at him, startled.
'It was thus my intention to take you into honorable companionship', he said, 'but, in the privacy of our quarters,away fromt he sight of the world, to put you in a collar, and keep you as a slave, even to the whip.'
She looked up at him, disbelievingly.
'But,' he said, 'such a farce will not now be necessary.'
'I do not understand,' she said.
'Strip,' he said.
'There are others present,' she protested.
His right hand, in a backhand blow, lashed forth, fierce and powerful, striking her from her knees to her side on the tiles. She rose to her hands and knees and, blood at her mouth, regarded him, disbelievingly.
'Must a command be repeated?' he inquired.
Swiftly she tore away the slave tunic, stripping herself. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet. She crawled to his feet on her belly. She looked up at him."

Book 16, Guardsman of Gor, pages 256 - 257

" 'Mistress might, for example, in the presence of a man she wishes to arouse, take a larger than normal bite from a fresh fruit, and look at the man over the fruit, letting juice, a tiny trickle of it, run at the side of her mouth.'
'But why would I wish to arouse a man?' I asked.
The girl looked at me, puzzled. 'Perhaps the needs of Mistress might be much upon her,' she said. 'Perhaps she might wish to be taken and overwhelmed in his arms, and forced to surrender to him."

Book 19, Kajira of Gor, page 61

"to arouse a free woman to the point of orgasm, even the sort of which she is capable, takes, usually, from a third to a quarter of an Ahn"

Book 20, Players of Gor, page 63

"She trembled.
'Reach now,' I said, 'to the cord at the left side of your waist.'
'I do not even know how to strip myself before a man,' she said, in misery.
'There are a thousand ways in which it may be done,' I said.
She touched the cord. Her fingers were on it. Then she looked up at me.
'How might a slave do this?' she asked.
'In one of a thousand ways,' I smiled
She moaned.
'A typical way might be as follows,' I said. 'The girl might stand or kneel before the master. She might say, "Your property begs to be permitted to reveal herself to you." Then, if the permission is granted, she does so.'
'Your property begs to be permitted to reveal herself to you,' she whispered, softly.
'But,' I said, 'as you are a free woman, you are not my property.'
She regarded me.
'And so I do not grant you permission.' "

Book 23, Renegades of Gor, page 165

"Some free women apparently fear sex because they feel it lowers the woman. Any free woman who voluntarily couches with another's slave, or readies herself to do so, becomes the slave of the slave's master. But such an act, the couching with, or readying herself to couch with a slave, as though she might be a girl of the slave's master, thrown to the slave, she shows herself as no more than a slave, and in this act, in law, becomes a slave."

Book 25, Magicians of Gor, page 303