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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 15, 2006 21:45:55 GMT -5
Nodding, I turned back to the animal, now festooned with a few wounds but still possessing a great amount of undamaged space. "Pick the next tool."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 15, 2006 21:51:01 GMT -5
A little surprised at his request, I picked: "The metal-tipped flail."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 15, 2006 21:56:07 GMT -5
Raising a brow I cocked my head sideways curiously. "Do you think that will cause more damage? It won't, only a different kind- but as you wish." Picking up a flair with metal spikes at the end I held it up, then swung as hard as I was able; the spikes stuck in the skin and ripped out. With the correct blow it left rivets, no worse than a flechette or lash but more contained.
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 15, 2006 22:00:58 GMT -5
I sucked in my breath at his first motion, but released it easily on the second. "No," I said. "I want to see the ones I fear most used first, to assuage myself. That is all." I cocked my head. "Maybe assuage isn't the right word. Condition, maybe, or teach."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 15, 2006 22:06:54 GMT -5
"And why do you fear them?" I asked, cleaning the lash- tool care and safety, those were the first things taught to us and my background went back even futher. "Soon it will be time to demonstrate the chafe patterns of rope, please bear that in mind."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 15, 2006 22:11:26 GMT -5
I nodded to indicate I had heard his plan. "Because they look the most dangerous," I said simply. "Until I arrived at Valerian, I had never seen any of the tools before. I know better now, of course, having read, and having seen you use them now, and - " here I blushed a little " - I look forward to using them myself in assignation. But some are still unknown to me, and knowing about them helps tame my fear."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 15, 2006 22:13:12 GMT -5
"That's understandable," I replied. "But remember, patrons may not have the skill I possess and will somewhere between the best and the worst. That is what the signale is for."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 15, 2006 22:18:15 GMT -5
"Yes," I said. "I have already picked a signale."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 15, 2006 22:22:06 GMT -5
"Good." Picking up a crop with a metal ball at one end and soft leather at the other. "What do you think of this- dangerous or safe?"
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 15, 2006 22:28:03 GMT -5
"The leather seems safer than the metal," I said honestly. "But I thought only leather was typically used."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 17:27:58 GMT -5
"The metal ball is intended as a counterweight but on occasion someone will be stupid or simply not know the tool. Also, the cold metal can be used in other ways, to tease the senses." I handed her the crop to examine.
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 17:33:46 GMT -5
I took the crop in my hands, feeling the soft leather flap with one hand and running my fingertips over the metal ball with the other. This was the tool I knew I would enjoy the most in all its variations, from stinging swats to smacking blows. "Mmm," I made a low sound in my throat of understanding, with the barest hint of desire that I could not hide. I hoped he would not think too much of it. "I see." Almost regretfully, I handed the crop back to him.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 17:55:09 GMT -5
She had the distinct air of arousal to her and I narrowed my gaze- she had no idea what sort of skill it took to use correctly, or else it would be that and not the simple pieces of leather, wood and metal which called to her desires. "Why don't you try it?" I suggested, gesturing to the dead pig.
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 18:24:50 GMT -5
A little surprised, I took the crop back. My head was clear, the urge that had snuck up upon me dissipated.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "I have never done this before, I only know what I have read."
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 18:32:53 GMT -5
"That is entirely the point- some patrons will have no more skill than you do at this moment," I replied. "Luckily, they won't know how to make the most of every hit so it hurts the most it is able. Go ahead, take a swing. You can't break anything except your own perceptions."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 18:40:47 GMT -5
A little skeptical, but obedient nonetheless, I swung my arm back and, with a flick and rotation of my wrist, laid a smacking blow on the pig's flank.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 18:49:58 GMT -5
Her timing was off and the leather landed with a sick plunk, like a child smacking another child's knuckles with their fingers. No mark was left on the pig save a vague reddening of the skin. Well, it looked like she was one never suited for Mandrake. "That is what a crop will do in the hands of an amateur." Taking it I lay a blow with a resounding smack, the area reddening and beginning to purple. "That is the hands of one who knows what they are doing. The ignorant will use nothing but strenth and cause more bruising damage along with hitting with some of the shaft."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 19:00:42 GMT -5
I examined the marks left by his blow and by my own with my eyes. His mark was thick and purple, while mine was slowly fading away to nothing. I nodded. "I see," I said.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 19:11:25 GMT -5
After cleaning the crop I set it back on the table. "Are you ready to see what ropes can do?"
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 19:13:31 GMT -5
I nodded. "Yes," I said, remembering that they were the most common binding used.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 19:19:52 GMT -5
Around the pig's midsection I tied a tight knot of hemp and silk rope; around its leg I tied a silken scarf and the ankle of another was manacled. "This could take a few minutes, so why don't you tell me what you expect to happen."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 19:31:50 GMT -5
"Silk rope seems soft until it starts to burn," I said, a little hesitantly. It seemed like all answers were double edged, so I treaded carefully. "So I expect it will rub the skin raw. The hemp is rough, so it will scratch the skin. Silk scarves are slippery, so the leg will have restricted blood flow where you have tied it. The manacle..." I bit my lip in thought "...the manacle will chafe," I finished.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 19:39:57 GMT -5
"It's all much simpler than that- they will all draw blood, all weaken the skin until it bleeds. No binding should ever be put around the throat for that reason, as well as the chance of breath being lost."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 19:45:02 GMT -5
I nodded fiercely. "Of course." I was a little dismayed that my detailed study was not necessary to know here, but it was all right, I knew for my own good.
"The pig is dead," I said, "How will the effects be different on a live person?"
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 16, 2006 19:56:40 GMT -5
"The pig has not been blooded so you will see results- but human skin is much weaker, about half the thickness. What will take 20 minutes on the pig takes ten minutes on a person."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 16, 2006 20:03:56 GMT -5
"Ah, I see."
As I watched, I could see the changes on the skin of the pig. They were very slight, but they were there.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 17, 2006 17:52:24 GMT -5
Walking over to the roped and silk scarf I tightened them with quick movements, causing them to dig into the skin and begin chafing. "Here," I said, gesturing her over and handing her the silk rope. "Keep pulling on that to simulate struggling." My own hands were on the hemp rope.
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 17, 2006 18:03:09 GMT -5
I took the silk rope in my hand and began to pull. Back and forth I tugged on the rope, watching the skin become red-purple and begin to thin. Mordred's own movements only added to the effect. You are the pig... I swallowed as I pulled, although there was no joy in it. My eyes narrowed and I redoubled my efforts.
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Post by Mordred no' Mandrake on Oct 17, 2006 18:24:39 GMT -5
Blood was starting to show beneath the hemp rope and I stopped. "YOu can stop now," I told her. "Go look at those wounds, then join me by the silken scarf and manacle."
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Post by Avrielle nó Valerian on Oct 17, 2006 18:35:56 GMT -5
I let go of the rope and examined the wonds made by both. The hemp wound was ragged; the skin had been scratched off. I moved the rope a bit to examine further, and my hands came away bloody. Letting my breath out in a low hiss, I examined the silk rope wound. This one was smoother, as though the skin had simply been rubbed away, and there was bruising around it. I discreetly wiped my hand on the the robe. For a minute, I imagined myself, bound and struggling, wrists bleeding, and the pit of desire grew again in my stomach. But I shoved the thought out of my mind. I was here to learn. Steadily, I picked up one end of the silk rope.
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