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I followed the sound of the voice and, to my delight, as Ottar had left her, she slipping his mind apparently, as she had mine, her hands still tied before her, about the post, kneeling in the dirt, was Olga. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #383)

I heard the movements of chain, the moans of the bondmaids in the arms of their masters, men of Torvaldsland. I thought I would sleep alone this night. "Tarl Red Hair," I heard. I followed the sound of the voice and, to my delight, as Ottar had left her, she slipping his mind apparently, as she had mine, her hands still tied before her, about the post, kneeling in the dirt, was Olga. "I hate you, Tarl Red Hair," she said. I knelt beside her. I had intended to permit her to smolder for a time, she much aroused, and then later, when she had been much heated with need and desire, when, cruelly deprived, she had been aching to break into flame, throw her to my furs, but, unfortunately, I had forgotten about her. - (Marauders of Gor)