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Now she was being led from the market, and through the crowded streets of lower Ar, a naked slave girl, hooded, wrists bound behind her, on a leash. Twice was she cuffed, and once kicked, when she inadvertently brushed against someone in the streets. Twice she fell, and, again struck and kicked, bleating pleas for forgiveness, hurriedly struggled to regain her feet. Distant now were her seminars in gender studies. And so she was led she knew not where. I have been sold, she thought. I follow on my tether, fearfully, a purchased animal, obedient, and docile, as I must. - (Prize of Gor)