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In the light of the lantern the straw had been parted and the sack undone, and thrust down, at first just enough to view the tag on Ellen's collar, but then, as the interest of the sentries was apparently aroused, to her waist. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #786)

She might have a talmit and a switch, thought Ellen, but she, too, I can tell, is a pleasure slave. Are we not all pleasure slaves? "You may be a terror to us, and strict with us, and an authority amongst us, you with your switch, we who are coffled slave meat," thought Ellen, "but in a man's tent, in the shadow of his whip, you, too, female, will kneel, tremble, whimper and beg to serve!" Last night Ellen had been brought to the camp. The two lads from the lake, stopped by sentries, had made known their business. In the light of the lantern the straw had been parted and the sack undone, and thrust down, at first just enough to view the tag on Ellen's collar, but then, as the interest of the sentries was apparently aroused, to her waist. "Pretty," said the first sentry. "Yes," said the second. "And she is goods of Cos, all right," said the first sentry. - (Prize of Gor)