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What would she look like, stripped, in a collar, being sold? I looked upon her, her ankles almost covered in the deep sawdust on the block. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #180)

Perhaps he, even, had passed on her suitability, had marked her for transit to this world. He doubtless knew she would one day be in a place, and situation, rather as she was now. Doubtless, gazing upon the scandalized, upset, prideful young lady before him, he had been amused by that thought. What would she look like, stripped, in a collar, being sold? I looked upon her, her ankles almost covered in the deep sawdust on the block. She was terrified, frightened, and confused. She, the vain, proper, elegant young lady, so prideful, yet so confused and unhappy, so desperately concerned to profess, and adhere to, prescribed views, so conditioned to uncritically accept multiple stupidities, so concerned to be found acceptable by driven, self-seeking, moronic doctrinaires, now found herself in an utterly different reality, in a strange, primitive, wild environment, alien to all she knew—now found herself exposed to the view of numerous, large, strange, powerful, excited, lustful men, men quite unlike those her old world had prepared her to expect or understand—she had not even known such men could exist—now found herself stripped on a slave block on another world, a far world, stark naked, as women are sold, a collar on her neck, with its attached sales disk, bearing her lot number, wired to her collar, in the keeping of a mighty, muscular fellow, an auctioneer, who would not hesitate at the least reluctance, let alone recalcitrance, on her part to instantly use his ready whip upon her, that dreadful instrument of corrective discipline. The university, the restaurant, the city, the world, all she had known were now far away. - (Rogue of Gor)