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And then, unable to disgorge the brew, even later, for the tying of my hands, I must endure to have my head shaved". - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #191)

Then she looked at me, shaken. "My hands were tied behind my back," she said, "and then I was knelt and my head yanked back by the hair, and held in place, and the spout forced between my teeth, and my nostrils pinched shut, and it was poured into me, and I must imbibe the beverage or suffocate. It was most bitter, most foul. And then, unable to disgorge the brew, even later, for the tying of my hands, I must endure to have my head shaved". "The shaving of the head was doubtless to help you understand better your bondage," I said, "but, too, it is perhaps not entirely regrettable considering the applications to which you have been put. Your hair was very beautiful, as well you knew, in your vanity, and it would have been a sorry thing for it to have been fouled in the ordure of tharlarion". "I protested my work, and as they would have me attend to it," she said, "and my face was forced down, into the dung of tharlarion. - (Swordsmen of Gor)