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| 18 | 543 | The View more quotes about forkbeard">Forkbeard gestured to the several captive slave girls, loot from Thorgard's tent, kneeling, wrists bound behind their backs, in their brief, mired silk, in throat coffle, those girls Olga, light-heartedly, had secured for him. |
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| 18 | 540 | He stood proudly, bound, feet spread. |
| 18 | 541 | Hilda, naked, in her collar, knelt to one side and behind the Forkbeard. |
| 18 | 542 | She covered herself with her hands as best she could, her head down. |
| 18 | 543 | The Forkbeard gestured to the several captive slave girls, loot from Thorgard's tent, kneeling, wrists bound behind their backs, in their brief, mired silk, in throat coffle, those girls Olga, light-heartedly, had secured for him. |
| 18 | 544 | "Take them to the pen," he said to Olga. |
| 18 | 545 | Olga slapped her switch in the palm of her hand. |
| 18 | 546 | "On your feet, Slaves," she said. |