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Then, by a powerful hand grasped on my wrist, I was jerked to my feet, and dragged, stumbling, from the kennel, out, into the clearing, and then I was pulled across the clearing and out the gate. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #119)

I could hardly keep my eyes open, for burning tears, for the stinging of smoke in my eyes. I was aware of a key being forced into locks. A beam, burning, dropped from the ceiling to my right. Then, by a powerful hand grasped on my wrist, I was jerked to my feet, and dragged, stumbling, from the kennel, out, into the clearing, and then I was pulled across the clearing and out the gate. "Master!" I wept, my hand imprisoned in his grip. We stopped several paces from the gate, and I sank to my knees, gasping for air, on the grass between the stockade gate and the head of the stairway leading down to the river, and he was crouching beside me, his head down, coughing. It was he who had chained me there, to whom my keeping had been allotted. - (Smugglers of Gor)