Then she groveled in the dust, weeping, curling up, drawing up her knees, trying to cover her head and face, as she was whipped.
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Then he continued on his way, following the slave with the water.
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Ellen lay in the dust, on the chain, sobbing.
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"Kneel," she heard a voice say, a female voice.
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Ellen looked up, from her side, and saw a slave, a long-haired blonde, in a brief beige tunic, with the gray patch.
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She had long legs.
"Please, no, Master!" begged Ellen.
Then she groveled in the dust, weeping, curling up, drawing up her knees, trying to cover her head and face, as she was whipped.
Then he continued on his way, following the slave with the water.
Ellen lay in the dust, on the chain, sobbing.
"Kneel," she heard a voice say, a female voice.
Ellen looked up, from her side, and saw a slave, a long-haired blonde, in a brief beige tunic, with the gray patch.
She had long legs.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )