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Then, we again continued on our way, leaving the place of the platform, the place of Gunnhild's triumph, where she had received a pastry, and where her master, the Forkbeard, had made a silver tarn disk on her beauty. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #416)

Then he looked at his girls. "What have you done?" he asked. "Drop your kirtles, and hitch them up!" Laughing, once more proud of their bodies, the girls of the Forkbeard insolently slung their kirtles low on their hips, and hitched them high over their calves, even half way up their delightful thighs. Then, we again continued on our way, leaving the place of the platform, the place of Gunnhild's triumph, where she had received a pastry, and where her master, the Forkbeard, had made a silver tarn disk on her beauty. She gave the other girls crumbs of the pastry and permitted Dagmar, who was to be sold off, to lick frosting from her fingers. * * * * In the bondmaid shed there was a rustle of chain, as the girls looked up. Light filtered into the shed from windows cut high in the wall on our right. - (Marauders of Gor)