Dar gasped. Out of shock. With the pain. How could that hurt? How could that take his breath away? A cane across his midriff .. his strongly muscled belly .. etched and rock-solid .. sucked in, fending off attack. How could that make the eyes pop out of his head? “Bitch, what you put in that stuff?” She didn’t rise to the insult. “And across the chest ….. Catch him on the nipple.”
Zad’s soldier excelled himself. Hitting Dar smack on one teat. Then the end of his cane sprang and nipped at the other. Dar’s yell could not be stopped. Not from the sting. Every bit of Dar’s skin was already on fire. Even the lightest touch .. a girl’s eager tongue on his chest .. anything would have him leaping. Like a burning stick jabbed into his flesh.
The soldier enjoyed the thrill of the chase. His springy cane repeatedly slashed over-sensitive nipples ….. Catching him .. smarting on the edge .. taking a sharp bite .. from sensitive flesh zinging on his sharpened ridge of hard muscle. Tears sprang to his eyes. Dar hissed out loud.
A half dozen stinging lashes .. bitten by rats’ teeth .. across his front, nipping at his skin. Hit hard. On plates of muscle peaked to manly perfection. Intensely zinging with life. It was more than the force that took his breath away. “Stressed the nerves, “ she had warned. “Accentuates the pain.”
Dar was running with sweat. His head in a spin. Unable to believe the will-crippling weight of this pain. From just a few blows. He was swaying. Gasping for air.
“And down there ……?”
The sorceress had left Dar to come to his senses. Weak, blinking pain out of his eyes .. he followed the direction of her gaze. Looking at a hard-on like never before. Not from pleasure. A nerve crunching pressure. Like his skin would burst.
She had turned to Zad’s soldier. “You think you could target a few there?”
The cane passed up and down the solidness a few times. Making sure the soldier had Dar’s attention. Toying. Getting his eye in. Rubbing the evil weapon against the raging animal in Dar’s crotch. Tapping it a few times. Dar twitched monstrously at the strike. His heart raced. He bit on his bottom lip.
“You damn witch!”
But she did not react. She was watching as the soldier twisted his body away. The cane over his shoulder. Winding himself up. A taut spring. The soldier grunted through the tension holding the release of his cane back. Then the spring snapped.