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It seemed she could barely lift her head, the collar seemed so heavy on her. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #713)

"And did you deserve the beating?" "Yes, Master!" "And are you now more aware of what it is to be a slave?" "Yes, Master!" "And you are now going to try to be a good slave, aren't you?" "Yes, Master!" He then left the shelf. Ellen then lay there, on her stomach, by the ring, still grasping it, sobbing, in misery, her body rich with bright, burning stripes, a whipped slave. She did not know how long she lay there, but the sun had descended behind the building across the way, and she could sob no more. It seemed she could barely lift her head, the collar seemed so heavy on her. She moved her foot a little, and heard the chain she wore move a bit on the cement. "Buy me, Master!" called a girl from the shelf, behind her as she lay, to the left of the shelf, if one were looking outward from it, the side of the shelf farthest from the door of the tenement. Perhaps a handsome man had paused by the shelf. - (Prize of Gor)