The guards had roughed him up. Free licence from Zad .. anything went. Just squeeze the fool for his secret. Punched, kicked, beaten with clubs.
But then the sorceress had appeared. She had other ways of persuasion in mind. She ordered him into this new position. Dar was sitting astride a young tree trunk mounted on a pair of barrels. Dar could feel a pressure building already. It was already digging into him at the tops of his legs.
“Zad will have nothing less. Your secret.”
Dar snapped back. “No secret. How many more times ….?”
He didn’t finish. The pole across his back gave a tug, started lifting him. Dar looked up. The rope on the pole passed over a pulley above. Another tug and Dar’s crotch was thankfully lifted off the pressure onto the tree trunk.
She adjusted her gaze upwards, another couple of tugs lifted him higher off the bar.
“This is crazy.” Dar shook his head. Wondering what it would take to get her to see.
“I was born with this gift. No idea how this works …… It just does …..”
The sorceress interrupted. “Leave understanding to others. I do not expect a muscle-head like you to understand.”
Another couple of tugs on the bar across his back had Dar high up in the air.
“But we know your gift DOES work ….”
A few more and the pole across the back of his ankles would knock against the tree trunk. He couldn’t rise any further.
“It takes the likes of me to reveal what dumb creatures cannot know …..”
Lift him any higher and the tree trunk would resist. Legs spread, his feet were dangling just below the tree trunk.
“And what works for you …, “ the sorceress insisted, “ That can work for the Darklord too.”
Dar answered back. “It’s a gift,” he repeated frustrated. “It’s built into me. No secret recipe. No passing it on …..”
Another tug and Dar felt the spreader on his legs knock on the underside of the tree trunk. Hung up high in the air, his legs trapped wide apart. Not sure what this sorceress had planned .. with this situation. But absolutely sure of one thing.
“A gift. It cannot be passed on.”
He felt the sorceress scrutinising him. Her eyes travelling over his front. Manly-muscled stomach pulled in with this hang. The broad muscular chest accentuated by the pole across his back. Then a downward glance. His legs spread-wide, dangling above a tree trunk.
Her eyes met his. “You sure of that?”