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How her misery would mingle with the viselike grasp of the opened, then closed, spun shut, tightened, then locked-closed branding rack on her thigh, the meticulous, brief, carefully controlled, searing fury of the marking iron, the futile pulling at the light, attractive bracelets that held her hands confined so perfectly behind her, and the sudden awareness of the clasp of a metal band snapped shut, locked, about her neck! "But you promised her the gold, the diamonds," said the slave. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1078)

"Now she is simply following them in her turn". "Yes, Master," said Ellen. She could well imagine the horror, the dismay, the consternation, which might be felt by the fair guest when her disposition, what men had decided for her, was made clear to her. How her misery would mingle with the viselike grasp of the opened, then closed, spun shut, tightened, then locked-closed branding rack on her thigh, the meticulous, brief, carefully controlled, searing fury of the marking iron, the futile pulling at the light, attractive bracelets that held her hands confined so perfectly behind her, and the sudden awareness of the clasp of a metal band snapped shut, locked, about her neck! "But you promised her the gold, the diamonds," said the slave. "And, for a time," said he, "she possessed them. To be sure, now, she does not, for a slave owns nothing. Rather it is she, herself, who is owned. - (Prize of Gor)