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"My thigh was sore," she said. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #642)

It seemed I was afire! I choked with misery! I was naked! Men were moving about! They could see me! What of my reputation? I struggled! I was afraid! I was angry! I was outraged! I was miserable! I had been betrayed! I was helpless! I fought the net! I fought the net! But I could not free myself!" "And what later," I asked, "in the edifice of the magistrates?" "I was in a cell," she said, "naked, lying on some straw, chained by the neck to a wall". "And your emotions?" I asked. She looked up at me. "My thigh was sore," she said. "I had been branded". "Of course," I said. "There were two collars on my neck," she said, "a light, temporary slave collar, identifying me as a slave provisionally in the custody of magistrates, and, over it, a retaining collar, that by means of which I was fastened to the wall". - (Magicians of Gor)