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But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #514)

My master is truly powerful! Release me this instant! Fear him!" Olga, to the girl's outrage, tore away her golden silk, revealing her to the Forkbeard. "Oh!" she cried, in fury. Gunnhild had won the contest, and won it fairly. But I was forced to admit that the wench now before us, struggling to free her wrists, now revealed to us, luscious, sensuous, short, squirming, infuriated, was incredibly desirable; we considered her body, her face, her obvious intelligence; she would bring a high price; she would make a delicious armful in the furs. "How is it that you have dared to strip me!" demanded the girl. "Who is your master?" inquired Ivar Forkbeard. She drew herself up proudly. - (Marauders of Gor)