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You monsters! You magnificent monsters! You know well, do you not, you monsters, that this slave girl is yours! And thus she thrashed about, weeping and bound. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #242)

He has made me a spectacle! He has made me a laughing stock! How sweet his vengeance must be! Why cannot I be as I was on Earth, frigid and cold! But men have done this to me! They have made me a slave! Now I am naught but an aroused, passionate slave! I hate men, she thought. I hate them! I hate them! But then she thought of the house of Mirus, long ago. Clearly she was now ready to beg to serve a man, any man! You monsters, she thought. You monsters! You magnificent monsters! You know well, do you not, you monsters, that this slave girl is yours! And thus she thrashed about, weeping and bound. Ellen for a time could do little but squirm in misery, tethered helplessly, hand and foot. Then, mercifully, she slept, but dreamed of herself as a bound slave girl. Then, after a time, she was not sure how long, she awakened, finding herself a bound slave girl, to the sounds of excited voices. - (Prize of Gor)