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Could it be that she might one day accept her loveliness, wholly, and throw back her head and shoulders, and walk beautifully, in her collar, and be shameless, even joyfully, brazenly shameless? Surely not! How frightful! And yet that was common, she knew, with such as she now was, with female slaves. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #617)

You will live for a kind word and a caress. You will be as men want you, for you are slave, for you are owned". All in all, Ellen suspected, frightened at the thought, that she might grow more and more delighted with her beauty, her being and condition. Could it be that she might one day accept her loveliness, wholly, and throw back her head and shoulders, and walk beautifully, in her collar, and be shameless, even joyfully, brazenly shameless? Surely not! How frightful! And yet that was common, she knew, with such as she now was, with female slaves. No wonder free women hate us so, she thought. Are we not, fulfilled, in our collars, a thousand times more free than they? Kneeling, in position, chained by the left ankle to a ring, her throat enclosed in a heavy, clumsy, ringed, iron collar, on a cement sales shelf, before Targo, sensitive to her nudity, and miserable, she noted one and another slave girl in the crowd. How lovely they were! She wished she, too, might walk about so, so garbed, and free, though in her collar, be free to move about so boldly, so beautifully. - (Prize of Gor)