The silver mask turned upon the man in wrist straps.
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His voice stammered, and I wondered if, behind me, his burly frame trembled.
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"It was the wish of the Tatrix that the slave be yoked and brought to the Chamber of the Golden Mask as soon as possible, and unharmed".
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I smiled to myself, thinking of the teeth of the urt and the whip, both of which had found my flesh.
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"Why did you not kneel, Stranger?" asked the Tatrix of Tharna.
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"I am a warrior," I responded.
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"You are a slave!" hissed Dorna the Proud from behind that expressionless mask.
The silver mask turned upon the man in wrist straps.
His voice stammered, and I wondered if, behind me, his burly frame trembled.
"It was the wish of the Tatrix that the slave be yoked and brought to the Chamber of the Golden Mask as soon as possible, and unharmed".
I smiled to myself, thinking of the teeth of the urt and the whip, both of which had found my flesh.
"Why did you not kneel, Stranger?" asked the Tatrix of Tharna.
"I am a warrior," I responded.
"You are a slave!" hissed Dorna the Proud from behind that expressionless mask.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )