Krell held a hand up as she went limp in her bonds, having passed out from the brutal punishment. “Hold on, get some water” he ordered, gesturing ...for the cold buckets to be poured over the limp form hanging in the ropes, causing her to come back to the land of the living coughing and sputtering. “Seems you had enough punishment; I cannot have you miss the best bit now.” Krell started again “Now, you will pleasure my soldiers with that pretty little body of yours. They’ve been on campaign for. Fingers slip lower, still, into a grove of curlinghair, a damp close space, and then ...Somehow this last button, the tension on it greater than the others, isundone; it takes two, it seems. Someone has tugged a zipper down, thumband finger encircle, slowly stroke lower."So," someone whispers, maybe. "So, do you want to pick from column A?"A tug, these trousers start to fall; kneeling to pull them lower.Peter's hand rests on his friend's thigh, feels heavy muscle tense asJean Pierre steps free. The first three weeks I was a constant 'walking cramp', it seemed. Then, wonder of wonders, I started to like the training. When I loosened up and at the end of the training session in the mornings, I felt energized!I would never be a Bruce Lee or a Chuck Norris, but I could escape or break most holds now, and then I was supposed to go to plan B... run like hell, to get away from whomever. I had also learned some strikes to use in 'emergency only' situations, that I hoped I would never have to. There is a pause as subconscious response connects with conscious thought. He emits a high pitched squeal and everything moves at once. His head snaps up, trying to get a good look at his bobbing penis. His eyes widen further as he realises he can’t move his arms or legs. I enjoy watching the muscles ripple as he strains, the gleam of sweat breaking out on his skin shimmering in afternoon light. The music of rattling cuffs and creaking bed frame, topped with the rhythmic jingling of a bell, is.