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"Now coffle us," said one of the slaves, "by metal, by wrist, neck, or ankle! Take us ashore, chained! We will not escape! We cannot escape! We are ready! You have made us so! We beg only haste! You need not take us to the grass, or the high, dry beach! Cast us to the wet, drenched sand, use us, if you wish, in the raging surf, but use us, Masters, use us!" "That is enough whining and whimpering of the sluts," said Tyrtaios, addressing me, and several, who stood about. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #393)

They are slaves. One does what one wishes with them. The slaves now subsided, many on all fours, looking anxiously to the men. "Now coffle us," said one of the slaves, "by metal, by wrist, neck, or ankle! Take us ashore, chained! We will not escape! We cannot escape! We are ready! You have made us so! We beg only haste! You need not take us to the grass, or the high, dry beach! Cast us to the wet, drenched sand, use us, if you wish, in the raging surf, but use us, Masters, use us!" "That is enough whining and whimpering of the sluts," said Tyrtaios, addressing me, and several, who stood about. "Get them to their mats, and put them on their chains". There were cries of lamentation from the slaves. Some, in frustration, and futility, struck the planks of the deck with their small fists. - (Mariners of Gor)