“What do I care for words? The secret. Screw it out of the fool.”
The sorceress had reported back to Zad on progress in the dungeons. At the confluence where unbearable pains and the abandonment of reason in the heights of sex collide. “At that point the Beastmaster will claw the secret out of his own guts.” She smiled her reassuring words. “Only a matter of time ……”
“He doesn’t know what he is doing. His mind is beyond thought.” She confidently assured her master. “That proud stubborn body is so confident in the power of his muscled might. He is learning it can throb with agonies previously unknown.”
Impatient Zad had glowered. “Then hurry it up. Put on the squeeze.”
Sagely she cautioned his impulsiveness. “Only so much the human body can take. Even a strong-willed, tough fool like the Beastmaster. He’s nearly broken,” she assured. “He teeters on the brim. Pushed too hard, his heart could give in. Or he might lose his mind.” She smiled. Recalling her last sight of the Beastmaster. His face creased in horror at this tortured loss of control. Every shredded muscle in his body pumped with anguish. Past control. Colliding with reality. Past any hope of winning himself back in charge.
“Push too far, too fast .. the secret will be lost,” she cautioned. “Your best whores have his cock bursting to shed its load. Denied. For hours his body has pleaded. Every defined muscle in his pig-headed body has craved for release.” She had watched his manliness suffering. To the point of breakdown. Battered on the ragged rocks of hopelessness. Only so much agony even this manly spirit could endure.
“Your best whores have been pressed into service,” she explained to Zad. “They’ve had him wanting countless times, tortured, needy. Agonisingly craving to do his man-thing. But denying him any chance.”
Again her mind’s eye recalled the Beastmaster’s torments. His muscular body taut to bursting. Veins in his solid chest throbbing. Streams of anguish screaming out of sweat-flooded pores. Tormented out of his head. Tortured out of his body. Trembling. Shuddering. Time-and-again brought to the peak of his sexual need. And denied. Every cell in that muscular torso begging. Pleading to let him cum.