Gorean Commands and Positions

Coffle

Line; Coffle Line

“Coffle!” cried Vinca, striking two of the girls. Swiftly they lined up beside their burdens. “Posture!” cried Vinca. “Stand straight!” she struck another girl. “Straight!” cried Vinca. “Remember that you are beautiful slaves!”
“We are not slaves!” cried one of the panther girls. “We are panther women!”
I went to one of the boxes, that which contained uninscribed slave collars.
As the girls stood straight in the coffle, looking directly ahead, fearing not to, I, from behind, one by one, moving their hair aside, snapped a slave collar on the throat of each.
I nodded to Vinca.
“Lift your burdens,” she called.
In tears the panther girls lifted their burdens. “Excellent”, called Vinca. “Remember now, you are graceful and beautiful slaves!”
I strode from the clearing.
“March!” called Vinca. I heard the switch fall twice, and then heard, alternating with silence, the movement of the chain.  HUNTERS OF GOR; 8; Page 226

“Coffle the females,” said Forkbeard.
With a long length of binding fiber the nineteen girls were swiftly fastened throat to throat.
Aelgifu, clothed, led the coffle. She was free. The others were only bond-maids.  MARAUDERS OF GOR; 9; Page 47

"Coffle line!" snapped a guard.
Swiftly the girls fell into coffle line. I watched them. I wished I were with them.
Each beauty knew her place.
They did not daily forming the line. They did not wish to be whipped.
Marla led the line. What beautiful legs she had. The girls extended their left wrists, for the rings to be locked upon them. They stood straight, their eyes looking ahead, under discipline. Marla's right foot determined the line. Each girl, with the exception of Marla, the line's leader, aligned her right foot with that of the girl before her in the line. Sometimes a coffle line is drawn in the dirt and the right foot of each girl is placed on it vertically, such that the line besects the ball and heel of each foot.
Clitus Vitellius did not so much as look at me.
The guard, who was the blond soldier, Mirus, whom I found most attractive of the men of Clitus Vitellius, after he himself, unlooped the coffle chain from his shoulder.
The girls stood erect, left arms extended, wrist straight with the arm, their left arms aligned, each at a forty degree angle from her body, right arms at their sides, palms on thighs, ankles closely together, bellies sucked in, chins up.
Marla's wrist was locked in the first wrist ring. She smiled. She was coffled. When the lock snapped on her wrist she placed her chained left wrist at her side, her palm on her left thigh, still looking ahead.
Lehna, who was very beautiful, was the next locked in the coffle. She placed her left wrist at her side, looking ahead. There are a large variety of coffle arrangements, given mixtures and combinations of materials and bonds, and aesthetic, physical and psychological considerations. Coffle arrangements are seldom random. From the physical point of view, the most common coffles are left-wrist coffles, left-ankle coffles and throat coffles. Left-wrist coffles and throat coffles are useful trekking coffles. The left-ankle coffle and the throat coffle free the hands to carry burdens. Clitus Vitellius still had the wagons stolen from the camp of the Lady Sabina and so his girls did not have to carry the burdens of his camp. Such burdens are often carried by girls in ankle coffle or throat coffle, and are balanced on the head, usually steadied by the right hand.
Donna and Chanda were now added to the coffle. Their left hands, now locked in wrist-rings, lay against their left thighs.
There was another snap of a wrist ring and the chain bore yet another jewel, the lovely, half-stripped Slave Beads.
Last on the chain was Eta. The guard looked at her, and their eyes met, and then he put the chain on her.
I did not know why Eta was last on the chain. I knew the look in the eyes of the guard. He wanted her for his own slave. She looked frightened. He stood behind her for a moment, and she pressed back, putting her head back against his shoulder. Then he moved away from her.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Pages 191-193

"Line!" called the whip master.
We sprang to our feet and swiftly aligned ourselves, single-file. The line was arranged in order of height. In it we each knew our place. I was toward the back of the line. I heard snaps behind me. My left wrist was pulled back. I must keep my eyes ahead. Then I felt the manacle close on my wrist. It was snug. I felt a light chain, dangling, brush my thigh. Then the man was ahead of me, pulling back the left wrist of the woman ahead of me, her eyes, too, fixed forward. I saw the manacle close on her wrist. Then he was moving forward again. I looked down at my wrist. It was locked in a small, shining, steel manacle, chain extending to it, attached to a ring, from the rear, and from it, from another ring, to the front. I was in coffle. We were trained girls and would not be likely to bolt, but, still, as in common practice, we were shackled from the back to the front, eyes forward. The lead girl, Claudia, was now shackled. This completed the coffle. On the chain there were precisely twenty wrist shackles. That, too, exactly, was our number.  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Page 302
 

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