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Now she was being led from the market, and through the crowded streets of lower Ar, a naked slave girl, hooded, wrists bound behind her, on a leash. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1058)

Then Ellen cried out in pain, as she was struck, three times, across the back of the thighs, doubtless with Barzak's switch. "Forgive me, Masters!" she sobbed. Then, suddenly, Ellen felt a tug, a firm, no-nonsense tug, on the leash, and she stumbled forward in the direction of the taut strap. Now she was being led from the market, and through the crowded streets of lower Ar, a naked slave girl, hooded, wrists bound behind her, on a leash. Twice was she cuffed, and once kicked, when she inadvertently brushed against someone in the streets. Twice she fell, and, again struck and kicked, bleating pleas for forgiveness, hurriedly struggled to regain her feet. Distant now were her seminars in gender studies. - (Prize of Gor)