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.Left-wrist coffles and throat coffles areuseful trekking file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (93of 227) [1/20/03 3:34:31 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt coffles.Theleft-ankle coffle and the throat coffle free the hands to carry burdens.Page 127 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlClitusVitellius still had the wagons stolen from the camp of the Lady Sabina and sohis girls did not have to carry the burdens of his camp.Such burdens areoften carried by girls in ankle coffle or throat coffle, and are balanced onthe head, usually steadied by the right hand.Donna and Chanda were now added to the coffle.Their left hands, now locked inwrist-rings, lay against their left thighs.There was another snap of a wrist ring and the chain bore yet another jewel,the lovely, half-stripped Slave Beads.Last on the chain was Eta.The guard looked at her, and their eyes met, andthen he put the chain on her.I did not know why Eta was last on the chain.I knew the look in the eyes ofthe guard.He wanted her for his own slave.She looked frightened.He stoodbehind her for a moment, and she pressed back, putting her head back againsthis shoulder.Then he moved away from her.There was a mark on the side of Eta's face, where she had been struck.Perhapsshe had not been fully pleasing for an instant to one of the soldiers, or toClitus Vitellius, and had thus been struck, and put at the rear of the chain.Perhaps she was at the rear of the chain because she was the most beautiful,and her beauty was being saved for last; thus the chain would have begun withthe beautiful Marla and then, with a surprise, finished with a girl yet morebeautiful than the first.But perhaps she was thought to be ugly for a day ortwo, until the blow healed, and thus, for ugliness, was put at the back of theline.Or, perhaps it was merely that the last wrist-ring had then been open, Ibeing left in Tabuk's Ford, and thus there was no reason for her any longer tobe excluded from the coffle.Thus, she would merely have been placed in theavailable wrist ring, in my place.Sometimes masters punish us without explaining the reason It is then for theslave girl to guess and wonder, and try harder to please.Sometimes, perhaps,there is no reason! We are so much at their mercy!Beside my knee, in the dirt, there was a pan of water, and one of wet meal.The last girl, Eta, was now coffled."Stand easily, Slaves," said the guard, and walked away.Marla turned to face me.She lifted her chained left wrist."I wear the chainof ClitusVitellius," she said."You wear the rope of a peasant.""Yes, Mistress," I said.She turned away from me.The men were now hitching the bosk to the wagons taken from the camp of theLady Sabina.Two peasant boys stood nearby.They looked at me.I, kneeling, clad in theTa-Teera, my hands tied behind my back, my neck roped to the piling beneathThurnus's hut, regarded them."Greetings, Slave Girl," they said to me."Greetings, Masters," I said to them.They turned away, grinning, and left the vicinity of the hut.The first team of bosk was hitched up, two of the great animals, broad,shaggy, with polished horns.Clitus Vitellius was talking with Thurnus."I, and the men, and other girls," he had said, "will leave Tabuk's Ford inthe morning.You will remain behind.I am giving you to Thurnus."I had cried out with misery and horror in his arms."Master!" I had cried.Hehad then gagged me.He then tied my hands behind my back, and took me naked and stumbling from hisfurs.He found an ankle stock of heavy wood near the perimeter of his camparea.He put me on my back.The stock consisted of two heavy, oblong pieces ofwood, each about four inches thick, joined together by hinged iron.He flungopen the stock.He looked down at me.I half reared up, struggling, to asitting position, my hands tied behind my back, my eyes wild over the gag.OurPage 128 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmleyes met.He then, swiftly, brutally, used me, and I, miserable, helpless, myeyes hot with tears, again could not resist him, and, again, unable to helpmyself, responded to him, and responded as a slave.He laughed at mederisively and then, crouching beside me, threw my ankles into the stock andclosed it, one of the two four-inch blocks of wood on each side of my ankles,and flung the hasp over the staple, which would hold the blocks shut.Then,with a drilled peg and a bit of binding fiber, attached to the stock, he,slipping the fiber through the staple and securing it to the peg, fastened thehasp down.This would hold a bound slave.If.my hands had not been tied apadlock would have been used.Tied as I was I was the prisoner of the stock,its weight and constraint.Ilay on the ground, twisting, moaning [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Left-wrist coffles and throat coffles areuseful trekking file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (93of 227) [1/20/03 3:34:31 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt coffles.Theleft-ankle coffle and the throat coffle free the hands to carry burdens.Page 127 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlClitusVitellius still had the wagons stolen from the camp of the Lady Sabina and sohis girls did not have to carry the burdens of his camp.Such burdens areoften carried by girls in ankle coffle or throat coffle, and are balanced onthe head, usually steadied by the right hand.Donna and Chanda were now added to the coffle.Their left hands, now locked inwrist-rings, lay against their left thighs.There was another snap of a wrist ring and the chain bore yet another jewel,the lovely, half-stripped Slave Beads.Last on the chain was Eta.The guard looked at her, and their eyes met, andthen he put the chain on her.I did not know why Eta was last on the chain.I knew the look in the eyes ofthe guard.He wanted her for his own slave.She looked frightened.He stoodbehind her for a moment, and she pressed back, putting her head back againsthis shoulder.Then he moved away from her.There was a mark on the side of Eta's face, where she had been struck.Perhapsshe had not been fully pleasing for an instant to one of the soldiers, or toClitus Vitellius, and had thus been struck, and put at the rear of the chain.Perhaps she was at the rear of the chain because she was the most beautiful,and her beauty was being saved for last; thus the chain would have begun withthe beautiful Marla and then, with a surprise, finished with a girl yet morebeautiful than the first.But perhaps she was thought to be ugly for a day ortwo, until the blow healed, and thus, for ugliness, was put at the back of theline.Or, perhaps it was merely that the last wrist-ring had then been open, Ibeing left in Tabuk's Ford, and thus there was no reason for her any longer tobe excluded from the coffle.Thus, she would merely have been placed in theavailable wrist ring, in my place.Sometimes masters punish us without explaining the reason It is then for theslave girl to guess and wonder, and try harder to please.Sometimes, perhaps,there is no reason! We are so much at their mercy!Beside my knee, in the dirt, there was a pan of water, and one of wet meal.The last girl, Eta, was now coffled."Stand easily, Slaves," said the guard, and walked away.Marla turned to face me.She lifted her chained left wrist."I wear the chainof ClitusVitellius," she said."You wear the rope of a peasant.""Yes, Mistress," I said.She turned away from me.The men were now hitching the bosk to the wagons taken from the camp of theLady Sabina.Two peasant boys stood nearby.They looked at me.I, kneeling, clad in theTa-Teera, my hands tied behind my back, my neck roped to the piling beneathThurnus's hut, regarded them."Greetings, Slave Girl," they said to me."Greetings, Masters," I said to them.They turned away, grinning, and left the vicinity of the hut.The first team of bosk was hitched up, two of the great animals, broad,shaggy, with polished horns.Clitus Vitellius was talking with Thurnus."I, and the men, and other girls," he had said, "will leave Tabuk's Ford inthe morning.You will remain behind.I am giving you to Thurnus."I had cried out with misery and horror in his arms."Master!" I had cried.Hehad then gagged me.He then tied my hands behind my back, and took me naked and stumbling from hisfurs.He found an ankle stock of heavy wood near the perimeter of his camparea.He put me on my back.The stock consisted of two heavy, oblong pieces ofwood, each about four inches thick, joined together by hinged iron.He flungopen the stock.He looked down at me.I half reared up, struggling, to asitting position, my hands tied behind my back, my eyes wild over the gag.OurPage 128 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmleyes met.He then, swiftly, brutally, used me, and I, miserable, helpless, myeyes hot with tears, again could not resist him, and, again, unable to helpmyself, responded to him, and responded as a slave.He laughed at mederisively and then, crouching beside me, threw my ankles into the stock andclosed it, one of the two four-inch blocks of wood on each side of my ankles,and flung the hasp over the staple, which would hold the blocks shut.Then,with a drilled peg and a bit of binding fiber, attached to the stock, he,slipping the fiber through the staple and securing it to the peg, fastened thehasp down.This would hold a bound slave.If.my hands had not been tied apadlock would have been used.Tied as I was I was the prisoner of the stock,its weight and constraint.Ilay on the ground, twisting, moaning [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]