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"Tarns! This is a place of tarns!" She cried out in misery and, naked, hooded, wrists braceleted behind her, chained by the neck, scrambled to the far corner of the stall, bruising herself, and tried to burrow down in the straw, trembling, trying to hide there, trying not to move. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1229)

At the same time there was a loud, piercing, raucous, wild, annunciatory scream. "A tarn!" she thought. "Birds!" she thought. "Tarns! This is a place of tarns!" She cried out in misery and, naked, hooded, wrists braceleted behind her, chained by the neck, scrambled to the far corner of the stall, bruising herself, and tried to burrow down in the straw, trembling, trying to hide there, trying not to move. Intrigue "Ellen," said Selius Arconious, chewing on a straw, leaning against the jamb of the great portal, leading to the platform outside, "remove your tunic, to the floor, slave paces". "Yes, Master!" said Ellen, delightedly. She put down her basket, heavy with layers of meat, and quickly, laughing, slipped the brief brown tunic over her head, it was all she wore save her slave collar, and went immediately to the floor, and, half kneeling, half lying, the palms of her hands on the floor, looked up at Arconious, expectantly, eager, a slave, awaiting his commands. - (Prize of Gor)