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I suppose I should not have looked upon her, but I could not help myself. Clothed, she had been beautiful; naked, she was fantastic. I could scarcely imagine the joy and power a man would feel, having such a woman at his feet. "Close the crate," said the heavy man. I saw the hinged side of the crate swung shut, enclosing Miss Henderson within it, a steel anklet, numbered, apparently an identificatory device, locked on her left ankle. When the side of the crate had swung shut, it had snapped shut. Two fastenings had been engaged. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)