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I was chained as though I might be a slave! I trusted that no one would recognize in this pathetic, slim, exposed, shackled woman, so utterly helpless, the notorious and avidly sought fugitive tatrix of Corcyrus. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #35)

The iron on my wrists felt warm. Men had put me here, as I was. They could do with me as they wished. I was chained as though I might be a slave! I trusted that no one would recognize in this pathetic, slim, exposed, shackled woman, so utterly helpless, the notorious and avidly sought fugitive tatrix of Corcyrus. Surely most would suppose, by now, that she had been rescued by adherents of her cause, and swiftly swept away to some safe haven, one far beyond the reach of a vengeful justice. Doubtless even now she was comfortably and securely ensconced in some palace in Cos, or perhaps in Tyros, a guest of esteeming, hospitable allies. But what if one should recognize me? I was totally helpless. - (Kajira of Gor)