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I considered the former Miss Henderson's ankles, securely in my grasp. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #1595)

To be sure, they are owned; they are collared; they are slaves. Most free women, for example, do not need to ask permission to leave the house, need not explain their intentions and itinerary, nor need to report back by the sounding of a given ringing of the city's time bar, lest they risk a monitory lashing. And, unlike free women, naturally, they have the various pleasures of being owned, and serving at a man's slave ring. I considered the former Miss Henderson's ankles, securely in my grasp. I recalled that, long ago, as I had lost consciousness, gassed, in a cab in New York City, it outfitted as a capture vehicle, I had glimpsed one of her lovely ankles, she already having lapsed into unconsciousness, and had thought, strangely enough, at the time, I suppose, that it would look well in a loop and ring. They had not wanted me. They had wanted her, for obvious reasons. - (Guardsman of Gor)