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When it came time to return her to her cell she was muchly returned to normal, and the pain, though still there, as a burning when she put the soles of her feet down, was not excruciating. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #173)

"Crawl," said the second instructrix. "Be pleased we are not men," said the third instructrix, "or you would not only walk, but you would dance, dance, frenziedly, and to switches!" She crawled back to her lessons. Later in the day she could rise to her feet and walk, awkwardly, painfully. When it came time to return her to her cell she was muchly returned to normal, and the pain, though still there, as a burning when she put the soles of her feet down, was not excruciating. "Cross your wrists, before your body," she was told. Her wrists were then tied together, in the center of some fiber, and the two ends of the fiber were then taken behind her, and knotted behind her back, so that her wrists were held pinioned before her, at her waist. "Now, proud, noble barbarian woman, woman so important on your own world," said the first instructrix, "return to your cell". - (Prize of Gor)