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There was dirt on the side of my face and on my body, blackening and staining the sweat-soaked tunic. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #1372)

At the same time Bran Loort himself struck down at me with the rope he carried, striking me across the shoulder and neck. The boys yanked the ropes on my ankles, and, by their means, and by means of those held by the other two boys, those fastened on my wrists, I was turned and thrown to my stomach, in the dirt, spread-eagled. Bran Loort and the other lad struck me again and again with the ropes they carried and then I, sobbing, cut by the ropes, marked even through the tunic, was, by the leashes on my limbs pulled to a kneeling position before him, my arms held out from my sides. There was dirt on the side of my face and on my body, blackening and staining the sweat-soaked tunic. I could taste dirt in my mouth. "Bring her," said Bran Loort. I was jerked to my feet by the ropes on my wrists and stumbling, dragged among them, was conducted from the sul field. - (Slave Girl of Gor)