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"They are pierced!" The torchlight, doubtless, had reflected from the tiny objects, dropletlike, with their steel pins, which were fastened in my ear lobes. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #881)

"Deceitful, deceptive, well-curved, lying slave!" screamed the free woman. "Forgive me, Mistress!" I wept. "See her ears!" suddenly cried the free woman. "They are pierced!" The torchlight, doubtless, had reflected from the tiny objects, dropletlike, with their steel pins, which were fastened in my ear lobes. The tiny pins, studlike, had snapped into small disks on the other side. I did not think that these things were intended to be so much ornaments in themselves as devices by means of which to guarantee that the penetrant channels wrought in my body by the worker's needle could not, even in the healing of the flesh, close. They must remain open, held open by the tiny posts about which the wounds would heal, which posts could later be removed, their work done. - (Witness of Gor)