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Kurt
Mar 13, 2008 1:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Daubee on Mar 13, 2008 1:54:46 GMT -5
Kurt
"A whip," she said, puzzled. Seeing my interest, she brought it towards me. I stepped back. She held it across her body. Its handle was about eighteen inches long. It was white, and trimmed with yellow beads. Depending from this handle, at one end, pliant yellow straps, or lashes. Each was about two and a half feet long, and one and a half inches wide. Kajira of Gor, page 43
Eta lifted up a stout whip, with long handle, which might be wielded with two hands, and five dangling, soft, wide lashing surfaces, each about a yard long. "Kurt," she said. I shank back. "Kurt," I repeated. She lifted up some loops of chain; there were linked ankle rings and linked wrist rings, and a lock collar, all connected by a length of gleaming chain running from the collar. It was rather lovely. It was too small for a man. I knew, however, it would fit me, perfectly, "Sirik," said Eta. "Sirik," I repeated. Slave Girl of Gor, page 83
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