"Prepare to be whipped, slave girl," said Selius Arconious.
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"Do not whip me, master!" begged Ellen.
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"Are you in a collar?" asked Selius Arconious.
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"Yes, master!" "Is it a slave collar?" "Yes, master!" "Then you are a slave?" "Yes, master".
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"Whose collar is it?" "Yours, master!" "Then whose slave are you?" "Yours, master!" "Prepare to be whipped," said he.
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"Wait, master!" she cried.
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The lash did not fall.
"Prepare to be whipped, slave girl," said Selius Arconious.
"Do not whip me, master!" begged Ellen.
"Are you in a collar?" asked Selius Arconious.
"Yes, master!" "Is it a slave collar?" "Yes, master!" "Then you are a slave?" "Yes, master".
"Whose collar is it?" "Yours, master!" "Then whose slave are you?" "Yours, master!" "Prepare to be whipped," said he.
"Wait, master!" she cried.
The lash did not fall.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )