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Ellen tried to lift her head, but she could do so only a tiny bit, as it was held, by the rings and padlock, close to the floor. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #1409)

It was a large, simple, heavy, dark, stonelike room, designed for slaves or captives. Surely it did not resemble the luxurious boudoirs she had heard of in her training, those sometimes permitted to high slaves, the pampered, perfumed treasures of Ubars and generals, sometimes said to even influence the policies and fates of states. Such were prize acquisitions of conquerors, who might enjoy stripping them and putting them in common collars, and giving them to their lowest soldiers, first, of course, having them perform naked before these soldiers, in the presence, naturally, of their former masters, and the conquerors. Ellen tried to lift her head, but she could do so only a tiny bit, as it was held, by the rings and padlock, close to the floor. She had been given bread and tea by Targo in the afternoon. Her hunger then, she supposed, while certainly active, would be less than that of her chain sisters. Her back still hurt from the lashing she had been given hours earlier. - (Prize of Gor)