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"Please," she begged, trying to turn her head, "who is it?" I did not answer her, but turned, and left the foredeck, walking back along the gangway between the rowers' benches. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #263)

I recalled how she had knelt before me, early on the day of the festival, looking up, smiling, before being ordered away, with the other girls, by Ho-Hak. She was curved over the prow nude, her wrists cruelly bound behind it, and was further held tightly in place by binding fiber at her ankles, her stomach and throat. I recalled I had been bound rather similarly at the pole early on the day of the festival, and then, later, on the night of the festival, when she had danced her contempt of me. "Please," she begged, trying to turn her head, "who is it?" I did not answer her, but turned, and left the foredeck, walking back along the gangway between the rowers' benches. She heard my footsteps retreating. The slaves at the benches did not stir as I passed between them. I ascended the steps of the tiller deck. - (Raiders of Gor)