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She heard the rustle of chain behind her and then, in an instant, a heavy metal collar was clasped about her neck and locked. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #2)

I wonder whose chain my neck will wear. In time she slept. Coffled Ellen, choking in the dust raised by the clawed feet of restless saddle tharlarion, stirring, grunting, snorting, coming and going, seemingly all about her, miserable in the heat, shutting her eyes against the dust and glare, the sun burning on her back, weeping, the tears mixing with the grit of dust, was forced to her knees, and then to all fours. She heard the rustle of chain behind her and then, in an instant, a heavy metal collar was clasped about her neck and locked. A chain dangled from its back ring, its posterior ring, that at the back of her neck, to a girl behind her, and another chain ran from her collar's throat ring, or anterior ring, to the back ring, or posterior ring, of the next collar, which, a moment later, was closed about the lovely, slim neck of the slave before her, and so on, toward the beginning of the coffle. "Stand, sluts!" she heard, and the crack of a whip. Ellen struggled to her feet, with a rattle of chain. - (Prize of Gor)