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I do not think it was very long as the sand clock, grain by grain, or the water clock, drop by drop, would have it, but, to me, prostrate and chained, my body fouled, and recoiling, shuddering, struck again and again, it was long enough, a time measured in the clock of pain, counted in terms of blows, the number of which soon eluded me. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #447)

I endured, as I could, the attentions to which I was subjected. I did not cry out. I do not know how long I sustained the ministrations of my captors. I do not think it was very long as the sand clock, grain by grain, or the water clock, drop by drop, would have it, but, to me, prostrate and chained, my body fouled, and recoiling, shuddering, struck again and again, it was long enough, a time measured in the clock of pain, counted in terms of blows, the number of which soon eluded me. "What is going on?" had cried a great voice The men had moved away from me, instantly. "Is this not Tarl Cabot?" cried the great voice. "Yes, Lord!" said he called Akio. - (Rebels of Gor)