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I heard the movements of chain, the moans of the bondmaids in the arms of their masters, men of Torvaldsland. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #380)

I blew her a kiss in the Gorean fashion, kissing and gesturing, my fingers at the right side of my mouth, almost vertical, then, with the kiss, brushing gently toward her. I had no special claim on the pretty little bondmaid, no more than any other among the Forkbeard's men. The delicious little thing, like the other goods of the hall, was, for most practical purposes, for the use of us all. I heard the movements of chain, the moans of the bondmaids in the arms of their masters, men of Torvaldsland. I thought I would sleep alone this night. "Tarl Red Hair," I heard. I followed the sound of the voice and, to my delight, as Ottar had left her, she slipping his mind apparently, as she had mine, her hands still tied before her, about the post, kneeling in the dirt, was Olga. - (Marauders of Gor)