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She had been naked, her hands braceleted behind her back, being marched at her master's stirrup, chained to it by the neck. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 39, Sentence #90)

One of those doors opened and a luscious, dark-haired slave emerged, clad in a light brown tunic. She hurried to the paga counter to fetch paga, which she then, carefully, carried back into the other room, closing the door behind her. The last time I had seen the luscious wench had been earlier this evening, when I was returning from the wagon of Ephialtes. She had been naked, her hands braceleted behind her back, being marched at her master's stirrup, chained to it by the neck. I had, of course, seen her before, and not merely this evening, neck-chained at the stirrup. I had seen her months ago, helpless in chains beside her master's desk. Indeed, at that time, she had not even been a legal slave, the legalities of her condition, to her distress, given what had been done to her, and what she had become, being denied to her by her master. - (Vagabonds of Gor)