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She as slave must obey. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #323)

Ellen's hands, before her, were braceleted about one of the upright bars, on the side of the cage which faced the general concourse, along which, on each side, the cages were lined. This was far better, thought Ellen, than the cruel, cement shelf, boiling in the sunlight, on which Targo had exhibited her, a shelf to which buyers were free to ascend and handle the merchandise, and were even encouraged to do so. To be sure, she could be commanded by observers to smile, to shake out her hair, to lift her head, to exhibit certain attitudes, and perform in various ways, at the bar. She as slave must obey. And so many times, in the afternoon, had she been forced to kiss the bar, to cling to it, to caress it, to kneel before it, head down, and such. "What is your lot number, slut?" would call a man, and she would call back to him, "117, Master". There were doubtless several hundred slaves in the camp, more even than had been in her coffle on the long trek toward Brundisium. - (Prize of Gor)