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The rope slipped another quarter of an inch on my body, and I screamed! Then the rope, pressing itself cruelly into my arms and body, lodged itself firmly. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #589)

The leather loop dropped about my body. In an instant it had jerked tight, pinning my arms helplessly to my sides, and I felt my body, my back almost broken, jerked from the grass. The grass rushed swiftly past below me, and I could not touch it with my feet, and then it fled from me, dropping away, and then suddenly, in the rushing air, as I twisted and turned, buffeted in the blasts of wind, a prisoner of the forces, the physics, of the braided leather rope and the accelerations and attitudes, it seemed the sky was below me and the grass overhead, and then I lost my breath, as the tarn began to climb, and I gasped, the grass and the sky, and the horizon, now spinning crazily, first one above, then the other, and the horizon turning, spinning, and I screamed, crying out, my arms pinned, my hands helpless, unable to hold the rope, and I felt it slip an inch on my body, and I saw the earth now below, so far below, and the Ka-la-na thicket in the distance, like a patch of foliage on a lawn, and I swung, wildly, helplessly, the captive of that taut, slender leather strand by which I was bound, forty feet below the tarn, now hundreds of feet above the earth below me. The rope slipped another quarter of an inch on my body, and I screamed! Then the rope, pressing itself cruelly into my arms and body, lodged itself firmly. It slipped no more. I was effectively imprisoned by the weight of my own body. I feared only that the rope might break. - (Captive of Gor)