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My throat had been encircled with slave steel, and I had been taught its meaning. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #105)

Do not scorn me, nor mock me, until you yourself, perhaps, on a distant world, someday wear a collar, until you, yourself, as a slave, have known the touch of such a man as Rask of Treve. I opened my eyes. The moons now reared over the palisade, low in the night sky, looming. My throat had been encircled with slave steel, and I had been taught its meaning. I recalled, long ago, how, in a motel on Earth, I had regarded myself naked, branded, collared, in a mirror, and had wondered, frightened, what it would be like to lie in the arms of a barbarian, helpless, so stripped, so marked, so collared. I now knew! I cried out, and tore a handful of grass from the knoll. Why did he not send for me? Had I not pleased him? I could do more for him, more! The moons were now high in the night sky, the looming three, dominating, fierce moons of Gor. - (Captive of Gor)