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In the coffle she had been between Lydia and Cichek, and she was now between them, as well, each neck-ringed to their respective floor rings. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #1422)

She feared that she, and doubtless the others, had burned on the shelf. Surely that would not improve her price, she thought, bitterly. She remembered the coolness of the house, the baths required, and the creams and lotions, designed to keep the skin of a slave girl soft, smooth and caressable, pleasing to the touch of a master. In the coffle she had been between Lydia and Cichek, and she was now between them, as well, each neck-ringed to their respective floor rings. She was pleased in a way, because, as they were secured, neither they nor the others could attack her, as Cichek had threatened. Certainly she had not deliberately tried to distract the soldier from attending to the others. Or, at least she did not think so, at least not on a conscious level! She was a bit frightened, however, and was uneasy, that her behavior may have belied her conscious intentions, that a deeper self, or a deeper need, or a deeper desire, without her knowledge, without her consent, had presented her, and revealed her, to his consideration as rightfully and natively bond. - (Prize of Gor)