Draped over some monstrous frame. Fearsomely massive shoulder muscle pressed against his midriff .. iron-hard .. inhumanly wide. Something monstrously strong, something colossal. Unbelievable strength. Daunting size.
But not enough to tame Conan’s dogged spirit. He couldn’t see a thing. But he knew exactly where his adversary was. Underneath him. The obstinate rebel in his being was soon struggling against the brute. The nerves in his guts were fighting back.
His hands were tied down. But Conan was kicking with this feet. Bashing them into the side of the creature carrying him. Pounding his knees hard into his chest. Trying to annoy. Looking to get dropped. No plan. Just bloody-minded refusal. Cursing, blaspheming. Cussing this monster to hell. Kicking. Wriggling. Flailing with his legs. Refusing to take this lying down.
It got on the creature’s nerves. It stopped. Conan felt a sense of triumph. He’d pissed it off. With a shove with its shoulders, the creature dropped Conan onto his bound feet. He couldn’t stop himself, the momentum was knocking him back, falling.
Suddenly other hands grabbed him. Held him upright. Enormous hands clutched at him by the shoulders. So there WERE two of them! But HUGE! Gigantic hands. And crushed into the front of the brute holding him Conan got a sense for its size. Colossal chest .. a torso that loomed over him .. solid body .. like his back was pressed against a rockface.
Conan bawled out. Out of the darkness .. unseen .. the might of a war-club slammed him in the guts. His hips smacked backwards .. knocked him against flesh-made-granite. The wind blew out of him. Like a geyser erupting. All the air in his chest spewed out with his bawl.
A gut that had fended off the toughest punches. Muscled, solid, fist-resistant. But that was the hardest blow to the belly he’d ever known. Like a club mounted with a head of solid rock. Smashed out of the blackness into his unsuspecting midriff. Body-crippling. His guts imploded.
But not a warclub. Hit by a giant fist. With monstrous force, inhuman. His bellow echoed around the darkness. But Conan never heard a thing. Except the raging firestorm that roared in his insides.
He would have collapsed. His legs gave way under him. Instantly crippled. But the crushing grip on his shoulders kept him upright.
No warning. Not a grunt of effort. Nothing presaged the follow-through .. another breath-robbing blow. A giant fist made of granite smashed up his guts. Body-breaking. Force blasting him into the monster-torso behind. His back smacking against solid rock.
Conan roared. From a force that devastated his insides .. slammed into his guts. Every bit of wind in his body was expelled with his bawl. Broke his will to shreds. His knees had broken under him .. he hung held upright by monstrous hands clutched into his shoulders.
Another hammer-blow. Out of the blackness. A third blast into his gasping guts. A body-breaking hit. Will-breaking. Every bit of strength in his legs buckled, sinking. The blackness spinning around in his head.
Vaguely aware he was being hauled back up in the air. Slung effortlessly over an enormous shoulder. Lurching from side-to-side as this colossal creature lumbered ungainly through the darkness. Conan’s lifeless legs swayed as the monster lurched along. Not fighting back anymore. Offering no resistance. None possible, gasping for air, stunned. Conan hung .. draped half-upside down over some massive bulk. Head swimming, guts burning.
Not resisting. Three tortured blows to the belly .. hit in his supremely muscled might. Only three measly hits. And every bit of fight smashed out of him.