She cried out, but it seemed that Portus and the others were unconcerned, or did not hear her.
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Serious matters of some sort were afoot.
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Surely haste was being made.
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It was not surprising then that the comfort of a she-thrall, the comfort of a curvaceous little bondmaid, particularly one being disciplined, was less than uppermost on their minds.
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"Please Masters, free me!" she wept.
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"I will be a good slave! I will be a good slave!" She twisted, and squirmed, on the ice.
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Cold sawdust was on her face and in her hair.
She cried out, but it seemed that Portus and the others were unconcerned, or did not hear her.
Serious matters of some sort were afoot.
Surely haste was being made.
It was not surprising then that the comfort of a she-thrall, the comfort of a curvaceous little bondmaid, particularly one being disciplined, was less than uppermost on their minds.
"Please Masters, free me!" she wept.
"I will be a good slave! I will be a good slave!" She twisted, and squirmed, on the ice.
Cold sawdust was on her face and in her hair.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )