“Simple piercings … too easy for the likes of a hard man like you …”
Maciste’s had gritted his teeth at the prick of the first needle. It did not hurt, in battle he’d know worse.
“For someone who vaunts his toughness ……”
It was the thought of what that first needle pushed into him would mean. The start of something daunting.
“ …. needs a challenge …..”
Yothin did not disappoint. He could not wait to explain.
“The stuff in this bowl …”
One of Yothin’s thugs had stuck it right under Maciste’s gaze, offering him sight of the next injection in his torture. Maciste eyed it warily .. already suspecting its contents. And seeing that Yothin was not letting him off with painful piercings into his muscle.
“A tincture … “
Yothin paused. In a way to make sure he got Maciste’s undivided attention,
“….. prepared with due care . No one wants it on your bare skin …..”
Yothin continued. His eyebrows again lifted in question. You’ve heard of such things?
Yes, Maciste knew about such toxins. A poison that burned on touch. Used by some tribes to the south for hunting. Others, slaving tribes, notorious for their raidings .. using darts tipped their arrows with the latex. To capture slaves, weaken them, to maim not to kill. Many weakening poisons were known to man. And used effectively to weaken an enemy.
Maciste saw that Yothin had caught the frown on his face. Not quite understanding the significance of the latex here. But fearing Yothin’s intentions. Knowing it could bode nothing good. Quickly Maciste switched his questioning frown to a defiant scowl.
Yothin, ever the torturer, playing on the mind as much as on the body as Maciste had already learned … he smirked, he said nothing, waited a while. Taunting. Maciste knew the bastard’s tricks, he was letting the thought play around Maciste’s imagination.
“This latex concoction ….. inserted under the skin …”
Maciste saw him twiddling the needle between his fingers.
“ ….. into this invincible muscled flesh ……”
Maciste’s growing anxieties filled in the words … the poisons inserted deep into his muscle .. used with these god-damned needles …
“Burns like fuck. Cripples the nerves … irritates them … inflames them.”
Yothin’s hands encompassed the might of Maciste’s physique .. a fan painted in the air over the power of his muscular physique.
“ …. leaving this magnificent muscle sensitised to pain ……”
Maciste scowled. His blood rushed with a flood of anger as the sadist grinned back.
“The slightest hit intensified ……”
Maciste was still determined as hell to stand up to this bastard.
“Lashed with a cane …… excruciating …….”
Maciste wasn’t going to let this sucker beat him. But against the poison he’d thrust into his flesh ……? Maciste had heard of men seized by violent convulsions from the toxins.
As if reading Maciste’s mind, Yothin nodded at the cup.
“Think you can beat it …..?”
“All this magnificent muscle. Up to it …..?”
Yothin nodded at Maciste. Specially designed for pricks like you.
“Nerves burning it up from the inside? Flesh like rolled in fiery oil. Muscle racked with pain …”
Maciste steeled himself against the growing anxieties. He’d been prepared to succumb to the indignity of accepting Nightmare’s offer .. down on his knees .. doing what was needed to get himself proper rations. But his luck had run out.
Damn it! Maciste’s blood was up. There was no dealing with this arsehole. He furrowed his brow in defiance. He set his jaw. This evil monster had revealed his cruel intentions. Going to kill off Maciste’s nerves and break him ……
Over Maciste’s dead body!
“Sooooo sensitive ..,” Yothin completed the thought. He sniggered.
“ … hypersensitive to pain …”
The bastard! Despite himself, Maciste felt the shiver of fear in his guts.
“The pain spreading … muscles weakening. All over ..”
Yothin was glorying in Maciste’s face. Revelling in the anxieties Maciste could feel beginning to gurgle deep in his guts.
“Every inch of this magnificent body … crippled.”
Damn his eyes! Maciste steeled himself. It’d be tough. But like fuck! He’d not ……
“Such glorious muscles … Rightly proud …. of every single one …… tortured by unbearable pains … . Everywhere. Burning up from inside ..”
The evil motherfucking bastard!
“How fucking tough are we ……?”