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"Who are you? What are you doing!" My last question was prompted by the fact that one of the men, the larger of the two, he who had held my left arm, had now crossed my ankles. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #133)

In a few moments we stopped, between some darkened tents. I was then lifted from my feet and placed, sitting, on the ground. "Why are we stopping here?" I whispered. "Who are you? What are you doing!" My last question was prompted by the fact that one of the men, the larger of the two, he who had held my left arm, had now crossed my ankles. He was now wrapping a long piece of binding fiber about them, sometimes looping them both, sometimes taking it about only one ankle, sometimes snaking it about both ankles and securing it between both with tightly drawn loops. He even, occasionally, threaded an end through other, already secured loops. He then pulled the entire tie tight. - (Kajira of Gor)