“Damn you, witch!”
Dar was slumped forward. His sculpted torso crunched together. Shredded shoulders were rounded together in his pains, his chin down on the solid might of his sweat-soaked chest. His breathing raspy, irregular, haggard. Tears of pain in his eyes. Shaking. Over a dozen times he’d been dropped. Crushing his weight down on the tree trunk. Used, abused and used again. Each time calling out in grotesque shouts. A mule kept kicking him in the nuts.
With each fall the dread of impact rushed up at him with ever-threatening force. Impact with a breath-taking punch. Clubbed in his nuts. Smashing up his balls under the force of his own weight. Sweat. Shock. Torture was burning in shockwaves from up from between his legs.
That last one had thrown him forward. The drop had hit like a blade stabbed up into his innards from between the legs. Accumulated pain. Spasms surging like wildfire up into his guts. Sweeping together every bit of pain inflicted since the first drop. Bursting in his balls like an unquenchable furnace.
A guard grabbed him by their hair. Yanked his head up. Put a flask to his lips. Dar gulped down the water like he hadn’t drunk in days.
“A gift can always be passed on, Beastmaster.” Dar looked over the flask .. not letting up on the liquid. Guzzling like a new-born babe on a teat. Zad’s sorceress stood there. Impassive to his suffering. Talking like nothing had happened .. while the sweat of desperate pain ran off Dar’s hair.
Waves spread in tremors down his sweat-sheened torso. Steely muscle trembling. He wanted to curse, he had to let rip, vent his anger. So much pain for something he couldn’t give. But there were no words in him to protest. Seated impaled by his own solid-muscled weight on her torture pole. The aching between his legs eye-watering.
“You will find Zad generous .. when you offer up your secret.”
Dar felt her gaze judging. On his chest, slippery with his sweat. Torso rocking as he gulped down restorative air. A spectacular arena of dancing muscle. Her eyes on the pitching rocks of strength in his belly as he heaved in breath.
“He will put an end to your suffering.”