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I forced from my mind the memory of the slaves I had seen earlier, the girls in the street, in their one-piece, skimpy garments, heads down, kneeling, chained together by the neck, the girls in the market, in their chains, stark naked, kneeling, too, their heads down to the warm cement, being publicly displayed for sale. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #515)

"I am the Tatrix of Corcyrus!" I said. But the girl in the mirror did not appear to be a Tatrix. She appeared, clearly, to be something else. I forced from my mind the memory of the slaves I had seen earlier, the girls in the street, in their one-piece, skimpy garments, heads down, kneeling, chained together by the neck, the girls in the market, in their chains, stark naked, kneeling, too, their heads down to the warm cement, being publicly displayed for sale. "What are you?" I asked. "Do you not dare speak? Then show me. Show me!" Slowly, numbly, frightened, I turned about and went to the foot of the great couch. - (Kajira of Gor)