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She sat on the floor, bent forward, her wrists tied to her ankles; the rag she wore was well up her thighs; the pleasures of her breasts were not much concealed, as I had torn the garment; the calves of her legs, drawn up, were marvelous; her face, her hair, were beautiful. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #980)

With my boots I rolled the two fallen men from the room, closed the large double door and again turned to face Vella. We were then again alone in the room, in the light of the single tharlarion-oil lamp. I turned again to face her. She sat on the floor, bent forward, her wrists tied to her ankles; the rag she wore was well up her thighs; the pleasures of her breasts were not much concealed, as I had torn the garment; the calves of her legs, drawn up, were marvelous; her face, her hair, were beautiful. "You are an exquisitely beautiful slave, Vella," I said. "One men wish to own?" she said. "Yes," I said. - (Tribesmen of Gor)