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Born in the world of Gor. My mother a Pani contract woman, my father her contract holder. We lived in peace until one day the raiders came and killed my father, my mother taken by force to become what she feared. A collar girl. I hid until they found me. I became a kajira that day, But the ownerships would never last long. Traded and sold for food, goods, anything the men wanted. I remain to this day a white silk. Untouched by man. This is my story.