“What the hell is in that thing? Witch!”
Dar knew his body was being taken over by that potion she had slipped into the water. He must have drunk back half a flagon of the stuff? The sorceress was still mauling the inside of Dar’s bare thigh. It felt like she was scraping coarse sand over sunburnt skin.
“Actions speak louder than words.” She ignored his curse, her words were addressed to Zad’s thugs. “Zad wanted the secret beaten out of him.”
The sorceress turned to the sergeant Zad had commanded to work him over. “Why not give the Beastmaster a feel of a witch’s powers?”
Dar had been lifted, his groin was free of the tree trunk on which his solid hard-on had been crushed. A relief that the crushing on the hard-on tightness in his ballsack was getting momentary respite. His whole body felt like it was vibrating. Whatever he had stupidly slugged down, it was overwhelming his powers of control. His boner felt immense. Just the slightest glimpse downwards betrayed his state. And the sight of him solid like this aroused his curiosity. What-the-hell she’d do with him like this.
But he needn’t have looked. The force contained within the loincloth was busting to break free. Hot, hard, sweaty. Needy. He could feel it. Stronger .. stallion-like. Raging for action. Immensely powerful. Throbbing like an animal craving escape from a trap .. driving for release. What had that bitch given him?
“Let him feel a few strikes? A few blows with a cane. Nice-and-hard. Across his front.”
She looked up at Dar. Still trapped above this tree trunk. Now up in the air .. his monstrous groin free of the pressure. But his whole body was zinging. Super-manly. Troublingly macho. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. His skin wincing at the slightest touch. Her fingertips scraped lightly against his balls. He flinched.
“Remind the Beastmaster what Zad wants.” She was urging the soldier with his cane. “Prompt him .. what reluctance costs.”
Her eyes bored into Dar’s. Muscular, strong, wilful. But completely vulnerable. She spoke her evil words to Zad’s soldier.
“Don’t spare the rod.”