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"Put your head back, no, farther back, farther! Are you stupid? Now turn, slowly, unworthy slave, for the noble buyers of Ar!" Startled, Phyllis did precisely as she was told, beautifully. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #393)

Imagine her, noble men of Ar, chained to your slave ring! She alone is worth five hundred pieces of gold!" The crowd roared its approval and the auctioneer dropped his hand and stepped back, perhaps as surprised as any in that room. "And this wench!" said Elizabeth, striding to Phyllis, "What of her?" Phyllis looked at her, startled. "Place your hands behind the back of your head, Slave," ordered Elizabeth. "Put your head back, no, farther back, farther! Are you stupid? Now turn, slowly, unworthy slave, for the noble buyers of Ar!" Startled, Phyllis did precisely as she was told, beautifully. "Oh, Masters," taunted Elizabeth, "would you not like this one to wear your collar?" There were shouts of agreement. "But I warn you," said Elizabeth, "she hates men!" There was laughter. Phyllis looked at her in anger. - (Assassin of Gor)