The Carousel Swing

He woke up with a start, cold metal ground pressing against his long snout. The Slyne-Nurk hybrid’s eyes shot open at the sound of voices.

Where was he? The last the Slurk remembered was wandering through the streets near the Mortar when he was accosted by some thugs and then… nothing. Looking around now, he found himself in some large sectioned off area. High above him some odd mushroom looking structure with lines dangling to the metal floor he was lying on like some sort of strange jellyfish. But he could not spare more than a glance before his attention was directed to the two creatures standing in front of him. The right was a pale grey slyne, raggedy quills twitching nervously as they spoke to the other.

The left was a lehlt, dressed in fanciful robes the colors of house Vorn. There was no need to lift his eyes up to make out the handsome features of the lehlt’s face and flowing mane to recognize him: Mordecai Baalkor, ringleader of the Cirque du Sadique and celebrity in his own right.

A slight shudder ran down the Slurk’s spine, setting his own quills trembling. What could someone this prestigious want with a random citizen off the street? He tried to get up, but was only met with the soft clink of heavy cuffs holding his wrists and ankles bound together each. A few attempted complaints later confirmed that his long snout was also bound shut, wrapped in a thick strap of leather near his face.

The unintelligible vocalizations were at least enough to catch the attention of his captors. Mordecai glanced down with a smile that rested somewhere between charming and menacing.
“Ah, it looks like our guest is finally awake. Welcome, lucky one, to my personal testing grounds. You have the good fortune to have been personally picked to test the Cirque’s newest attraction.” He stretched out an arm in a grand sweeping gesture towards the odd mushroom structure behind. “Behold the Carousel Swing! It is certain to attract a great many customers eager for the ride of their lives. After you’ve helped us perfect it of course.”

Mordecai started pacing in front of the Slurk, just a few graceful step followed a flourishing turn in either direction. “Now, now, there is no need for you to worry about your adequacy. Simply act as you normally would and try to enjoy yourself. Or don’t. I’m certain my assistant would hardly complain about a meal.”

The smooth tones of the lehlt’s pleasing voice did little to comfort the smaller Slurk. Cuffs rattled as he tried to free himself. Oh, he knew how violent and sadistic most of the Cirque’s attractions were. Without a doubt it would be far worse in the testing stages!

His unintelligibly muffled pleas fell on deaf ears as Mordecai turned to his companion with a disappointed sigh. “No appreciation these days. Hask, do be a dear and set him up then.”

The Slyne, Hask no doubt, reached down to pull the smaller Slurk up to his feet as Mordecai took a few steps back towards a bench behind him to lounge next to a bottle and already filled glass of some red liquid while watching events unfold.

“There, now hold still for a moment.” Hask’s raspy voice was nowhere near as pleasing as his employer’s. Spindly fingers dragged the Slurk over underneath one of those lines. From up close he could make out that they were not very thick, a few fingers at most, and seemed to be somewhere between plant-like and fleshy in texture.

Carousel Swing. It didn’t take a large leap in logic to figure out that he was going to have his cuffs attached to the line and would be left dangling with his limbs straining under his weight. With his arms stuck behind his back, that would certainly prove quite torturous. He could only hope they would not end up wrenched from their sockets.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the tendril dragged across his neck. His amber eyes widened as he realized what was really happening. Cuffs rattled as muffled protests were summarily ignored.
“Hmmmn! Mmmmmph!”

Hask behind him tightened the slipknot until the loop rested tightly against the Slurk’s slender neck before stepping towards the mushroom’s stem in the center, working some sort of control panel. Panicked eyes followed him, before darting back and forth between the Slyne and Mordecai on his bench, calmly sipping from his drink as he watched.

A shudder ran up the mushroom, announcing the start of the attraction’s main feature. Quickly the stem began to stretch higher and higher, pulling those tendrils along with it.
“Mmmmn! Mmmhmmnnnph! Mmm-Grrrk!” His wordless begging was cut off as the rope-like tendril dug into his throat and pulled him off his feet in short order.

The pressure around his neck caught any breath in his throat while forcing his snout to point down towards the ever-descending ground. The helpless Slurk began to writhe in his bonds as his legs desperately tried to to reach for something, anything at all beneath him to support himself with and relieve the squeeze around his neck. There was nothing to help him, nothing but the cool air his cuffed paws swished through uselessly.
“K-Krrk!” A sliver of air managed to make it past the noose when mushroom stopped with a jolt, allowing inertia to lift the Slurk’s body up for a fraction of a second before gravity took its toll once more.

As he hung and struggled for a few moments, he saw his two captors watch on impassionately. Mordecai kept nursing his drink while Hask pulled out a small vial with a glowing slightly grey liquid. It was not long before the nature of his struggles changed however, helpless kicking soon changing to pained and panicked rattling of cuffs as his lungs already started to burn. But no, not only his lungs were feeling tight and aching. His loins, too, were reacting to the predicament!

He watched as his twin shafts spilled from their slit and rapidly engorged to full, aching hardness. Was it the situation turning him on? Or perhaps merely a physical reaction to the constricting pressure around his neck? He could not tell, but he knew that it only made the situation all the more uncomfortable.

A tremor ran through the tendril slowly choking him to death. Before he knew it, it began to pull him, slowly at first, but speeding up smoothly. With his eyes locked towards the ground, he could only guess, but the direction of the motion made it an easy enough task to figure out that the head of the mushroom had begun to rotate, pulling him along whether he wanted to or not.

By now his burning lungs grew ever more insistent that he needed to breathe, no matter what. Similarly, those twin lengths demanded their own attention, throbbing in the air with small beads of pre collecting at each tip. If only he could slip out of those cuffs, he could pulls himself up, start giving them a squeeze, anything to relieve himself one way or another! Instead, he only felt that squeeze grow even tighter, restricting more than just his breathing. Amber eyes began to tear up and bulge out slightly as spittle ran from the corners of his maw. His narrow chest began to heave with futile attempts to suck any air at all past the noose.

Still the ride sped up, causing its helpless participant to swing further and further to the side. His neck hurt more and more while asphyxiation inevitably began taking its toll. A numb tingling began to spread from his toes, his fingers, even the tip of his tail while his cocks throbbed more insistently than ever before. This was it! He was going to die! Then why was he so aroused? Confusion began to overtake his mind as his hips started aimlessly bucking into the air. Air! He needed it, so desperately! His plumping tongue pushed against the insides of his jaws, trying to free the blockage from his throat. Tears ran freely as his eyes slowly began to roll upwards into his skull. His double shafts pulsed, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Yes, he needed this, just a bit more and his orgasm would be-

Crack!

His eyes went wide once more as he felt something in his neck give, followed by an incredible, lancing pain. The pleasure was gone. His limbs were gone! No, his entire body had gone numb! Only the pain remained until the increasing numbness began to spread over his face, blackness encroaching on his vision. He could barely make out his fitfully twitching legs as his broken neck forced his view down even further.

He woke up with a start, cold metal ground pressing against his long snout. The Slyne-Nurk hybrid’s eyes shot open at the sound of voices. He was not in the Court of Resurrection. The vial Hask had held now lay empty in front of him. Undoubtedly some spell to heal him before he had the chance to fully die.

“-creasing the speed. If a scrawny little thing like him ends up with a broken neck, what do you think would happen to a full-grown Krudge?”
He looked up at Mordecai. The lehlt seemed displeased with his assistant whose head bobbed demurely in agreement.
“Yer the boss, boss.” the Slyne rattled, before once more reaching down to drag the still bound Slurk to his feet once more.

The previous experience had been enough to take all fight out of him. Instead he only stood there, trembling amidst quiet whimpers while pondering his fate as Hask slipped the noose around his neck again.

How many more times would he have to endure before the lehlt would be satisfied?
How many times before they ran out of spells?

Would they even let him go when they were done, or would they leave it for the Court of Resurrection to sort out?
Was there anything-

His thoughts were interrupted harshly as yet again, the loop around his neck grew tight, announcing the beginning of the next round.