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Chapter 14: Hobbling in terror.
"Crawl over to me here!"
Enveloped in my own personal torment, the sudden harshness in her tone jerked me back to horrified reality.
I unwillingly raised my head and saw that she'd hung a chain from the ceiling hook.
She was standing beside it, one of her satin-gloved hands was holding the chain, the other, holding her crop and lightly tapping her latex clad hip with it.
Alarmed by her tone and the now very menacing element apparent in her posture, I made desperate efforts to obey her command, but soon found it was virtually impossible.
Had I been able to move freely, the crawl would have still been slow and very painful.
But still chained and very restricted with movement, I found I simply couldn't obey her.
The chain by now had cut so much into the flesh of my elbows and ankles mere movement was torture.
The pain in my poor torn, mutilated and burnt chest was being further intensified by my attempt to drag myself along that filthy floor.
What with the dildo and the ache from all my other wounds, I was nearly fainting with agony and I just flapped around on the floor making no forward progress.
I heard an exasperated expletive from her and she walked over and started whipping the soles of my feet with her crop.
"I'm not waiting all fucking day, you're crawling slower than a snail!"
I'd thought my body was so racked with pain that she couldn't add to it, but I'd never realized the soles of my feet were so sensitive as this new pain shot up my legs and body, exploding with renewed agony in my brain.
I made desperate renewed efforts to avoid her thrashing and crawl faster, but despite all this additional torture this merciless creature was inflicting upon me, I was just physically unable to comply.
I just collapsed on the floor, virtually semi-conscious with extreme pain, my body just convulsing with each vicious stroke of her crop.
It must have become obvious even to her that I simply wasn't able to move, because she stopped thrashing me.
"Fuck! I was looking forward to watching you crawling around the floor."
I was quivering on the floor, weeping animal like sobs of extreme distress.
"Perhaps all is not lost."
Virtually dehumanised by the pain from her merciless brutality, I'd long since given up any reaction to her less painful assaults on my frail flesh.
So I just lay with passive indifference as I felt her tightly chain my knees together and fiddle around with the chain on my ankle manacles.
I was roughly manhandled up to a standing position and I shrieked as I felt the full effect of the thrashing she'd given to my feet.
She walked back and stood by the hanging chain once again.
"As you can't crawl, at least you can hobble around. Make your way over here to me!" She commanded, pointing to the chain in her hand.
As soon as I started to reluctantly obey her command, I understood why she'd gone through the bother of adding further restrictive bindings to my already manacled legs.
She'd shortened the chain on my ankle manacles to a very few links.
With my knees now tightly bound, I found I could only shuffle forward a few inches at a time.
Gagged, my elbows pinioned behind my back, hobbled by my short ankle chain and my bound knees, my poor tortured body screaming in agony, a devilishly huge foreign object forced up my backside and now with the soles of my feet screaming out with pain - my progress was slow and harrowing.
My pinioned elbows arched my back and my head was so far back, I was virtually staring at the ceiling as I progressed.
My distraught mind understood I was hobbling towards certain further torture, but despite my mind screaming out I couldn't take any more pain, it was virtually burnt into my consciousness now to instantly react to and dumbly obey her every command.
The few times I dared look down at her waiting for me, I could see from her expression of amused derision, that she'd deliberately restricted my movement so she could prolong the callous entertainment of viewing the spectacle of a helplessly bound, mutilated male, shuffling in extreme pain towards her.
I finally reached the hanging chain and as I'd anticipated, she went about coupling it to my bindings.
She physically almost lifted me off the floor and by using one of my larger chain connectors almost as a hook on the elbow chain, I was left almost hanging with most of my weight being taken by the pinioned elbows, rather than the toes of my tortured feet.
She squatted down and connected the bottom of the chain to my ankle manacles, stood back and examined me.
Still not satisfied, she forced my wrists together behind me and secured them with my manacles,
The fact that she was bothering to take such deliberation and care into ensuring my virtually total immobility, had me now sinking into an almost suicidal despair; convinced that all I could look forward to now, were hours of further excruciating torture.
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