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Suddenly she heard a fierce movement in the air, behind her, an unexpected but unmistakable swift hiss, and, almost at the same time, below the small of the back, she felt a stinging stripe, the swift, sharp blow of a supple switch, a yard in length. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #250)

Let her wear a collar! Let her be a naked slave! Let her grovel and fear free women! Yes, thought Ellen, and let her dance before masters, as a naked slave, and be lashed if not pleasing! I am pleased that I am not a dancer, thought Ellen. I am pleased that I need not fear being called upon to dance. Ellen hummed the strains of a joyful Gorean slave song to herself, in which the slave bedecks herself and eagerly awaits the arrival of her master. Suddenly she heard a fierce movement in the air, behind her, an unexpected but unmistakable swift hiss, and, almost at the same time, below the small of the back, she felt a stinging stripe, the swift, sharp blow of a supple switch, a yard in length. "Are you dallying, slave girl?" laughed a young voice. "No, Master!" cried Ellen, tears bursting from her eyes. It was one of the lads used about the camp for the supervision, control and management of the serving slaves. - (Prize of Gor)