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I shook my head, again. Why had we been bound? "The door is open," said a master. "Go that way, as you did before. Proceed". "Surely, pretty cattle," said another, "you need not be whipped, switched, or prodded". The first girl, she who had worn the expensive jacket and skirt, leaned against the side of the door, to steady herself, and then, a moment later, moved through the opening. The second in line was she who had worn the maid's uniform, or what seemed such a uniform; third was she whom I had first seen in the torn evening gown; her legs were well revealed in her short tunic; then came the taller of the two young women who had worn the frivolous, boyish garb, apparently adopted to conceal, or diminish, her sex; but in the tunic there was no doubt as to her sex; the sex of slaves is never to be in doubt; in slave garb it is clear that a woman is a woman; Paula was fifth; I was sixth; and the second of the two girls who had worn jeans and a sweatshirt was last. - (Plunder of Gor)