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Again the iron door of her prison, like a heavy hatch, was flung shut over her and the bolt thrust shut. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #200)

I saw that the slave girl in her was near the surface. "Are you now ready," I asked, "to beg to earn your clothing?" "I cannot do that," she said, horrified. I saw that the slave girl in her was again thrust back. Again the iron door of her prison, like a heavy hatch, was flung shut over her and the bolt thrust shut. The slave, lying on the narrow stairs, leading from her dungeon, wept. She pressed her small fingers against the damp wall to her left, and against the heavy iron door, bolted shut, obdurate above her, which confined her. The lovely slave lying on the narrow, damp steps, hidden beneath the iron door, shut out again from the sun, cried in the lonely, quiet darkness, her existence once again denied. - (Explorers of Gor)