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I was then lifted from my feet and placed, sitting, on the ground. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #131)

As we passed another tent, a darkened one, I heard the sounds of chains from within. "Oh, more, Master, I beg you, please, more," I heard, "more, more, please, oh, my Master, more, please more, please more, my Master, I beg you!" How scandalized I was! What was it within, a harlot, a whore! But I feared it was far worse, something a thousand times lower, something a thousand times more despicable and helpless, a slave. In a few moments we stopped, between some darkened tents. I was then lifted from my feet and placed, sitting, on the ground. "Why are we stopping here?" I whispered. "Who are you? What are you doing!" My last question was prompted by the fact that one of the men, the larger of the two, he who had held my left arm, had now crossed my ankles. He was now wrapping a long piece of binding fiber about them, sometimes looping them both, sometimes taking it about only one ankle, sometimes snaking it about both ankles and securing it between both with tightly drawn loops. - (Kajira of Gor)