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Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)

These each contained a welded ring, to which was attached a length of chain, terminating in a black-iron fetter. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #523)
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 520 Each log is ten to fifteen feet long, and commonly about eight inches to a foot thick.
6 521 If one thinks of the sleeping level, on each side, as constituting, in effect, a couch, almost the length of the hall, except for the cooking area, the logs lie at the foot of these two couches, and parallel to their foot.
6 522 About each log, fitting snugly into deep, wide, circular grooves in the wood, were several iron bands.
6 523 These each contained a welded ring, to which was attached a length of chain, terminating in a black-iron fetter.
6 524 Gunnhild thrust out her left ankle; the Forkbeard fettered her; a moment later Pudding, too, had thrust forth her ankle, and her ankle, too, was locked in a fetter of the north.
6 525 The Forkbeard threw off his jacket.
6 526 There was a rustle of chain as the two bondmaids turned, Pudding on her left side, Gunnhild on her right, waiting for the Forkbeard to lie between them.
Each log is ten to fifteen feet long, and commonly about eight inches to a foot thick. If one thinks of the sleeping level, on each side, as constituting, in effect, a couch, almost the length of the hall, except for the cooking area, the logs lie at the foot of these two couches, and parallel to their foot. About each log, fitting snugly into deep, wide, circular grooves in the wood, were several iron bands. These each contained a welded ring, to which was attached a length of chain, terminating in a black-iron fetter. Gunnhild thrust out her left ankle; the Forkbeard fettered her; a moment later Pudding, too, had thrust forth her ankle, and her ankle, too, was locked in a fetter of the north. The Forkbeard threw off his jacket. There was a rustle of chain as the two bondmaids turned, Pudding on her left side, Gunnhild on her right, waiting for the Forkbeard to lie between them. - (Marauders of Gor)