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I felt myself handed downward from one fellow to another. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #128)

Little love is lost between free women and kajirae. I was lifted in the arms of someone, presumably one of Lysander's men, and carried from the room and down the stairs, and, after a time, down another flight of stairs. Later, from the sound of it, a trap was lifted. I felt myself handed downward from one fellow to another. I heard the trap, as I supposed it to be, dropped behind me. At the foot of some more stairs, I was carried on a level for some time, at least for seven or eight minutes. I heard the sandals of the men occasionally scuff pebbles, and, twice, splash a little, as if wading through some shallow expanse of water. - (Plunder of Gor)