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I heard no new voices, either masculine or feminine, so I supposed the grooms must have retired for the night, and the stable slaves, if there were such, would be on their chains until dawn. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #150)

I smelled what must be dung. Then a door was swung open and it became cooler, chilling the moisture and sweat in the sack, and I was sure they had emerged into the night air. I heard a grunting noise, as of large animals, and, from the conversation in the tunnel, I knew these heavy, bestial sounds must have been emitted from tharlarion. I heard no new voices, either masculine or feminine, so I supposed the grooms must have retired for the night, and the stable slaves, if there were such, would be on their chains until dawn. The slavery of the stable slave is not one hoped for by girls in the presale exposition cages or waiting at the foot of a block, for their turn to be shown to men. Stable slaves often have their heads shaved, for purposes of cleanliness. They are, of course, at the disposal of the grooms. - (Plunder of Gor)