We now entered another courtyard, an inner courtyard, between the palace and the outer wall of the inner courtyard.

Here, along one wall, I saw a long line of Turian women, unclothed, who were kneeling, fastened together by various ways, some by chains, some by thongs. The wrists of each were bound, one girl's before her body, and the next behind her back, alternately. It was these women I had heard outside the wall. Some were sobbing, others wailing, but most were silent, numb with shock, staring at the ground. Two Tuchuk guards stood over them. One carried a slave whip, and occasionally, should one of the girl's cries grow too obtrusive, he would silence her with the lash.

NOMADS OF GOR -- John Norman