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locking both hands
on his right wrist. Saki Aibu twisted his arm up and around until he
found himself on the way down; the alternative was a dislocated
shoulder. No sooner was he on his knees than one of Saki's hands
found his scrotum and gave it a twisting squeeze. David screamed
for Saki's to stop.
"So we understand each other?" Saki Aibu grunted, "Try
something like that again and I'll make you regret it. As it stands,
you've just earned yourself a couple of Ducolax. Now you're
going to lie down on the table, very nicely." Saki Aibu waited until he
nodded his surrender and then guided him to his feet without
relaxing either of Saki's grips. The hand at his arm moved swiftly to
his throat, threatening to choke him if he resisted.
He had no choice but to climb onto the table, ever mindful
of the waves of pain that either of Saki's hands could inflict at a
moment's notice. He felt the piled cloth under his buttocks as his
feet found the stirrups, forcing his legs wide, keeping him
vulnerable.
The hand disappeared from his throat but only to draw a
wide band of canvass across his torso. Saki Aibu was able to lock it with
only one hand and a second strap was then fastened across his
belly. His arms were trapped inside. Only when Saki Aibu was satisfied
that the straps were secure
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