"Curiosity is not becoming in a slave girl," he said.
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"Yes, Master," she said, sobbing.
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"Lower your head," he said.
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She stood then in the dust and heat, her head bowed.
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He was rather near her, and rather before her.
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There was a pounding of claws on the earth and a saddle tharlarion, with a hurried, leaping gait, hurtled by.
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She could hear, somewhere behind her, the grunting of a ponderous draft tharlarion, presumably being harnessed, or backed into its traces.
"Curiosity is not becoming in a slave girl," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said, sobbing.
"Lower your head," he said.
She stood then in the dust and heat, her head bowed.
He was rather near her, and rather before her.
There was a pounding of claws on the earth and a saddle tharlarion, with a hurried, leaping gait, hurtled by.
She could hear, somewhere behind her, the grunting of a ponderous draft tharlarion, presumably being harnessed, or backed into its traces.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )