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Had I been able I would have cried outside his tent, struggling even with the guard for entrance. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #136)

I, Elinor Brinton, wanted to crawl to the tent of my master, to go to my belly before him, to put my head down, weeping, over his sandals, to lick and kiss his feet, in supplication, begging him to deign to bestow upon me, an unworthy, miserable, piteous slave, and only a girl of Earth, his least touch. But I could not leave the small hillock. Masters had chained me here. Had I been able I would have cried outside his tent, struggling even with the guard for entrance. But my puny strength would have availed me naught. Doubtless I would be cuffed and taken to a post, and knelt there, my back against it, opposite the low tying ring. I would then be gagged, and have my wrists taken behind me, and bound there, together, behind the post, to the tying ring, that I might not even be able to rise to my feet, that I might be well held in place, on my knees, until it might please masters to free me, perhaps to work, perhaps to be beaten. - (Captive of Gor)