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I then lay quietly on the deck, angry and sullen, helpless, as helpless as a trussed vulo, or, I suppose, a female slave. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #284)

"Yes," said a voice, "he is as helpless as a trussed vulo, or a female slave". I cried out with rage, and fought the ropes. How furious I was that they had dared to compare my helplessness with that of a bound female slave, a domestic animal, thigh-marked and neck-encircled, a man's purchasable, obedient, whip-fearing work beast and pleasure toy! My efforts were met with laughter. I then lay quietly on the deck, angry and sullen, helpless, as helpless as a trussed vulo, or, I suppose, a female slave. I was their prisoner. "Return to the ship," said a man. I am Interviewed; What Occurred Prior to my Interview; I Have Renewed an Acquaintance "Keep your head down," said the voice. - (Mariners of Gor)