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There was a creak of wood, the sound of the pawl, locking, dropping into a new notch on the ratchet, a hideous scream. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #199)

Some of those who had started these fires, who had been apprehended, now, under the torches, screamed on the racks beneath the chamber of the Council of Captains. Most, however, their retreat covered by crossbowmen, had escaped and fled to the holding of Henrius Sevarius. The two slaves near me bent to the rack windlass. There was a creak of wood, the sound of the pawl, locking, dropping into a new notch on the ratchet, a hideous scream. "Have the patrols been doubled?" I asked a captain nearby. "Yes," he said, "and their perimeters extended by fifty pasangs". The man on the rack screamed again. - (Raiders of Gor)