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“You know, if I weren’t pregnant, I might actually want to try this myself,” Maria said.
Tez looked up at her, neck craning. He was hanging from his ankles, which were both strapped into elaborate leather support cuffs, which in turn dangled from chains attached to an iron frame set up in her house’s sitting room. His arms were pulled into a U shape behind him, his forearms bound with a wide leather cuff, anchored to a pair of cuffs bound to his biceps to prevent him from slipping out. “Why, dare I ask?” he huffed, feeling the blood rush to his head
“I imagine it’d be good exercise for your back and stomach, lifting yourself up. Like a sit-up.” She ran a fingernail down his shirtless belly and he twitched, drawing himself up into a defensive curl, forehead nearly touching his knees. “See?”
“I was thinking more of a method of execution,” he noted, letting himself drop back down. “Try hanging here for more than an hour or two, with your lungs gradually compressed by your other vital organs. Eventually you’d suffocate.”
She sighed and turned to Andrea, who was observing the scene with amusement from the safety of her armchair. “Was he always this morbid?” she asked.
“Oh, he’s got a sense of humor,” Andrea said, rising up from her chair and cracking her back. “You just need to find a means of bringing it out.” She ambled over to where he hung, reaching up to run her fingers across the soles of his feet. The subsequent bout of laughter left him rocking back and forth in the frame, sides heaving as he tried to regain his breath, black spots crossing his vision.
“Torture,” he gasped, “this would be good for torture too.”
“Ah, my nefarious plan is revealed,” Andrea said, grinning. “Oh, lift the poor fellow up for a few minutes, Maria, he’s as red as a beet now.”
Maria pressed one hand between his shoulder blades and swung him upward, until he rose over her head, pulled out to a 90 degree angle from his previous position. “Thank you,” he said, finally catching his breath.
“You know, if you said ‘stop please’, we would,” she said conversationally. She looked like she could hold him up there all day if she wanted to. With her Beast-Kin strength she probably could.
“I have said ‘stop please’.”
“Like you mean it, not like you’re whinging because no one is paying attention to you,” Andrea said. He glared her upside down face. “Don’t give me that sour look. I’ve got a few more toys I haven’t shown Maria yet.”
“How many more?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Let him drop, Maria.”
He let out a yelp as Maria pulled her hand out from under him and he fell downward, then up, like a living pendulum.
TBC
“You know, if I weren’t pregnant, I might actually want to try this myself,” Maria said.
Tez looked up at her, neck craning. He was hanging from his ankles, which were both strapped into elaborate leather support cuffs, which in turn dangled from chains attached to an iron frame set up in her house’s sitting room. His arms were pulled into a U shape behind him, his forearms bound with a wide leather cuff, anchored to a pair of cuffs bound to his biceps to prevent him from slipping out. “Why, dare I ask?” he huffed, feeling the blood rush to his head
“I imagine it’d be good exercise for your back and stomach, lifting yourself up. Like a sit-up.” She ran a fingernail down his shirtless belly and he twitched, drawing himself up into a defensive curl, forehead nearly touching his knees. “See?”
“I was thinking more of a method of execution,” he noted, letting himself drop back down. “Try hanging here for more than an hour or two, with your lungs gradually compressed by your other vital organs. Eventually you’d suffocate.”
She sighed and turned to Andrea, who was observing the scene with amusement from the safety of her armchair. “Was he always this morbid?” she asked.
“Oh, he’s got a sense of humor,” Andrea said, rising up from her chair and cracking her back. “You just need to find a means of bringing it out.” She ambled over to where he hung, reaching up to run her fingers across the soles of his feet. The subsequent bout of laughter left him rocking back and forth in the frame, sides heaving as he tried to regain his breath, black spots crossing his vision.
“Torture,” he gasped, “this would be good for torture too.”
“Ah, my nefarious plan is revealed,” Andrea said, grinning. “Oh, lift the poor fellow up for a few minutes, Maria, he’s as red as a beet now.”
Maria pressed one hand between his shoulder blades and swung him upward, until he rose over her head, pulled out to a 90 degree angle from his previous position. “Thank you,” he said, finally catching his breath.
“You know, if you said ‘stop please’, we would,” she said conversationally. She looked like she could hold him up there all day if she wanted to. With her Beast-Kin strength she probably could.
“I have said ‘stop please’.”
“Like you mean it, not like you’re whinging because no one is paying attention to you,” Andrea said. He glared her upside down face. “Don’t give me that sour look. I’ve got a few more toys I haven’t shown Maria yet.”
“How many more?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Let him drop, Maria.”
He let out a yelp as Maria pulled her hand out from under him and he fell downward, then up, like a living pendulum.
TBC
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