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Her crossed ankles had been fastened to a ring to his right, and her crossed wrists to a ring to his left. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #338)

Already the barbarian was in the saddle, the lead on his tarn cut, freeing it for independent flight. To my uneasiness I observed the disposition of the slave. She lay before him, arched over the saddle apron on her back, bound, his. Her crossed ankles had been fastened to a ring to his right, and her crossed wrists to a ring to his left. She lifted her head to him, and he bent down, and, forcing her head back against the saddle apron, crushed her lips beneath his, with the master's kiss, that possessive kiss, wholly at his will, subjected to which the slave well understands his will is all, and she is owned. But, incredibly, she writhed on the leather, responsive, squirming, trying to lift her begging body to his touch. But he then straightened up, ignoring her, addressing himself to the reins. - (Rebels of Gor)