Dirt and gravel flew up from the animals' passage, pelting, stinging the startled, chained girls, who shrank back, whimpering, and a rising, thick, floating cloud of dust, bright in the hot sun, lingered and swelled behind, enveloping the line.
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Ellen and the others, pelted, stinging, choking, half-blinded, turned their heads away from it, covering their eyes.
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Then the dust settled, and Ellen felt it on her face, on her eye lashes, her breasts and body.
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Her hair, she knew, would be filthy with it.
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She could feel the dust on her lips, as though in cracks there.
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She ran her tongue over it, and her tongue felt dirty.
Four soldiers on tharlarion thundered by.
Dirt and gravel flew up from the animals' passage, pelting, stinging the startled, chained girls, who shrank back, whimpering, and a rising, thick, floating cloud of dust, bright in the hot sun, lingered and swelled behind, enveloping the line.
Ellen and the others, pelted, stinging, choking, half-blinded, turned their heads away from it, covering their eyes.
Then the dust settled, and Ellen felt it on her face, on her eye lashes, her breasts and body.
Her hair, she knew, would be filthy with it.
She could feel the dust on her lips, as though in cracks there.
She ran her tongue over it, and her tongue felt dirty.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )