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I wish to obtain a good night's rest". "It would seem a shame," said I, "to interfere with his pleasure". "If necessary," said the Forkbeard, "I will simply have him gag her with her own kirtle". "Excellent," I said. The Forkbeard then turned his attention to the chained female slaves in the shed. Some extended their bodies to him; some turned, to display themselves, provocatively; for he was obviously a desirable master; but others affected not to notice him; though I noticed that their bodies were held beautifully as he passed, particularly should he pause to regard them; other girls, perhaps newer to their collars, shrank back against the boards, trying to cover themselves; some regarded him with tears in their eyes; some with fear; some with open hostility; others with sullen resentment; all knew that he might, like any man, own them, completely. To my surprise, he stopped before a dark-haired girl who sat with her legs drawn up, her arms about them, her ankles crossed; her cheek was laid across her knees; she seemed startled that the Forkbeard stopped before her; she looked up at him, frightened, and then put her face again down, across her knees, but now her eyes were frightened, and every inch of her seemed tense. - (Marauders of Gor)