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I had taken the key to her collar from her and cast it into the chill waters of Thassa, that she might, whether free or not, know that the device was locked on her neck, and that she had no means wherewith to remove it. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #113)

"She is suitably helpless, piteously so," he said, "once suitably caressed". "I am pleased to hear it," I said. I recalled the once-arrogant, cool, efficient Miss Margaret Wentworth whom I had met long ago, she in the guise of a slave, on the cold, rocky coast abutting the northern forests, after I had disembarked from a slaver's ship put spaceward days before, from the locks of a steel world, to keep a mysterious rendezvous. I had taken the key to her collar from her and cast it into the chill waters of Thassa, that she might, whether free or not, know that the device was locked on her neck, and that she had no means wherewith to remove it. She then knew herself, though putatively free, truly collared. She had later been apprised of the bondage of which she had been hitherto unaware. In Tarncamp she had had her head shaved and had been placed in the stables, at the disposition of grooms, that she might learn that she was no longer a free woman pretending to be a slave, but now a true slave, an object and property owned by masters, as much so as a tarsk. - (Rebels of Gor)