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The men in the group, fifty of them, half-stripped, sweating, brawny, chained together in ankle coffle, turned to regard me. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #95)

My main concern was that the guard could see what was going on. I was then on the level, moving through the heavy sand, it deeper, though affording better footing, than the sand on the incline. I stopped. The men in the group, fifty of them, half-stripped, sweating, brawny, chained together in ankle coffle, turned to regard me. I had feared muchly, since coming to the chain, that I might have to serve this crew. I had not, however, been assigned to it until last night. I had hoped, on being presented, days ago, to the overseer, that he might find me of interest and keep me in his tent, as a personal slut. - (Dancer of Gor)