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"This is the smallest of the woman cages?" had asked the guardsman, her tether looped about his left wrist. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #65)

"Please let me out of the cage," thought Ellen. "Oh, please, masters, let me out!" Selius Arconious, she recalled, had suggested that she be confined "straitly," and the scribe, to whom he had given some fifteen tarsk-bits, buying her blows, had found this not only agreeable, but, given his earlier rancor, eminently fitting. And so she had been put into the tiny cage. "This is the smallest of the woman cages?" had asked the guardsman, her tether looped about his left wrist. "Yes," had said the attendant. She had then been knelt before the cage, and there the guardsman had removed the tether from her wrists, that on which she had been conducted thither, as might have been a verr, from the area of the silken enclosure where she, and other slaves, had been put to the entertainment of men. Kneeling before the small enclosure, she had regarded it with dismay. - (Prize of Gor)