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The free woman is then thrown to her belly, and a sword is put at the back of her neck, and the arm is then raised. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #170)

"Whose slave?" "Your slave, Master!" Sometimes their own serving slaves, who have often been much abused, as is commonly the practice of the scornful free woman, set upon their former mistress, strip, and bind her, and lead her, leashed, to slave-gathering points, at a wall, or at major cross streets, throwing her to the feet of conquerors, that her thigh may be seared as theirs, and a collar put upon her. "I am a free woman!" might cry the shamed, affronted captive. "How dare you bring me a free woman?" might the slaves be asked. The free woman is then thrown to her belly, and a sword is put at the back of her neck, and the arm is then raised. Surely it is an honorable death. "Please spare me, Master!" cries the free woman. "Master?" "Yes, Master! Master!" The woman is rudely turned, so that she is supine. - (Mariners of Gor)