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"Perhaps," I said. She suddenly twisted in the tangle of her chain. She looked at me, angrily. Did she not know she was neck-chained to a man's slave ring? "Suddenly," she said, "I see what you are doing! How amusing for you, to put what was once my own name on me as a slave name! How droll! How helpless his girl! How delightful, for that insensitive, uncaring, imperious beast, the master! How he does with me what he pleases, I now so subject to his will, that of the master beast! How could I be better humiliated? How could I be better brought low, better shamed, better chastened and abashed? Let me be reminded each time I hear that name of whose name it once was, her own name in her own right, that of a proud free woman, and of whose name it now is, that of she now reduced and degraded, now naught but a collared slave! How sweet his vengeance! Is it not a clever joke, at the expense of she who might once have annoyed him as a free woman, and is now naught but his goods, a poor, defenseless slave?" "Poor and defenseless," I said, "but richly pelted and lusciously curved". "Doubtless I look well in slave iron," she said. "As does any woman," I said. "Of course," she said. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter )