Tarzan was annoyed with himself. Every grimace across his face had been observed by the arrogant young stud. Betraying how much that torture over the box had crippled him .. that really got to Tarzan. It was always better to keep the enemy in the dark.
Agony. He’d had to force himself to continue righting himself. Every inch slashed a betrayal of pain across his face. He hated the smug look of victory on the muscle-stud’s face. But Tarzan had to assert himself. He had to stand strong, upright. Looking strong.
Tortured agony. To get upright, to face up to this big-headed hunk. But it had to be. Pitiless Tarzan made himself .. Tarzan’s strength of mind forced his tortured body through every jabbing wince of agony.
Tarzan had known the secrets of La’s dungeons, his body has suffered down here before. But this trick bent over the box .. it had a devastating effect. The muscle-stud knew how to weaken. It was not a position that Tarzan would be rushing to repeat.
It had seemed like a lifetime. And every inch upwards was screamingly painful.
“The High Priestess had been informed.”
Finally when Tarzan had managed to grimace through his pains and was standing upright, his capture spoke.
“Take me to her.”
The yoke across Tarzan’s shoulders had been removed, his hands were free. They’d still kept his ankles attached to the box, still unable to fight his way free. But Tarzan saw that they had dismantled their torture instrument .. freed him from the agonies of the box. He dared risk sounding strong. He didn’t relish an encounter with La. But he had to get to the bottom of this. And in his life he had faced greater dangers than a spiteful woman.
And despite the agonies that had a grip on every muscle in his body, he was not letting this big-headed muscle-stud call all the shots.
“Take me. Now. I insist.”
The stud’s minimal response was a slight lifting of an eyebrow. Was he disappointed Tarzan could still act strong? Then he didn’t know the man he had on his hands.
“Take me to her. La must tell me what this is about …..”
He’d just nodded. The young man gave a slight nod of the head. Tarzan froze at the menacing noise from behind. A second later every tortured bone in Tarzan’s body screamed. A searing slash of pain ran down from his shoulder. A burst of agony exploded through his tortured back.
A loud commanding voice from behind accompanied another vicious slap of broad leather down the length of Tarzan’s back. Agony yelled out in every muscle. Tarzan cried out as the vicious force of a leather strap exploded pain throughout his entire tortured being. His back lurched, his chest jerked up .. sudden movements that once again wrenched out more torture.
“I’ve told you once ….”
Tarzan had collapsed forward, his hands grabbing at the box to stop himself from falling.
“Persist in your insolence, dog …. And this shall be your daily fare ….”
Tarzan froze. Behind the strap was growling evilly through the darkened air. He steeled himself. But no amount of resistance could fend off the explosion of fire that burst down the whole length of his exposed back.
That torture bent over the box had really done him in.