Quotes from the Books
"Submit!" he boomed at the large, blond girl
and, terrified, almost leaping, she lowered her head, thrusting forward
her hands, wrists crossed.
"Raiders of Gor" (page 93)
"I can force you to take me," she said.
"How?" I asked.
"Like this," she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her
head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. "Now you
must take me with you or slay me."
I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor.
"What is the submission of Talena, the daughter of the Ubar,
worth?" I taunted.
"Nothing," she said. "But you must accept it or slay
me."
"Tarnsman of Gor" (page 109)
"Step before me naked," said Rask of Treve.
I did so.
We faced one another, not speaking, he with his blade, and in his leather,
I with nothing, stripped at his command.
"Submit," he said.
I could not disobey him.
I fell to my knees before him, resting on my heels, extending my arms to
him, wrists crossed, as though for binding, my head lowered, between my
arms.
I spoke in a clear voice. "I, Miss Elinor Brinton, of New York City,
to the Warrior, Rask, of the High City of Treve, herewith submit myself as
a slave girl. At his hands I accept my life and my name, declaring myself
his to do with as he pleases."
"Captive of Gor" (page 283)
"Submit," he said.
She looked at me, wildly, piteously. I aided her. I showed her how to
kneel back on her heels, her arms extended to him, wrists crossed, her
head down, between her arms. "Say, 'I submit,'" I said. "I
submit," she said. He bound her wrists tightly before her body.
"Slave Girl of Gor" (page 401)
She came and stood before me, and then dropped to her
knees, resting back on her heels. She lowered her head and extended her
arms, wrists crossed, the submission of the Gorean female.
"Raiders of Gor" (page 92)
He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent
painfully. "Do you wish me to submit to you now?" she begged.
"Do so," said he. She fell to her knees before him, and lifted
her head to regard him. "I will be your slave," she said. Then,
she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head, and lifted and extended her
arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She was very beautiful.
"I am your slave," she said, "- Master."
"Hunters of Gor" (page 16)
