" Setting me back down on the floor in front of her, she put her hands on my shoulders, her long fingers extending behind my neck, and said, "Time for me to change and begin your training, baby." Setting me back down on the floor in front of her, she put her hands on my shoulders, her long fingers extending behind my neck, and said, "Time for me to change and begin your training, baby. I suppose I'll have to put you on ice for a few minutes to keep you from trying to run away--as scared as you are, I think you might even try to get out of here without any clothes on!" Up to this point I had been too amazed at the ease with which she had handled my weight to even try to struggle or protest. But now I straightened and raised one hand to shake a forefinger at her. "Amalie," I snapped, "this has gone quite far enough! I--!" That was as far as I got. Her fingers pressed down on the back of my neck, and almost immediately I went numb from the neck down. I could open my mouth, but my vocal cords were frozen and I couldn't speak. I could only gape up at her in helpless terror as she gripped me to keep me from falling and the picked me up in her arms and carried me over to the divan to lay me down on my back and arrange my lifeless arms and legs on the soft cushions. "Don't worry, baby," she reassured me, patting my cheek. "The numbness is only temporary. In a few minutes you'll start to get your feeling back and, although it will be uncomfortable at first, pretty soon you'll be as good as new. Be back in a sec. Don't run away!" With a chuckle, she disappeared into the bedroom. My head reeling, I tried to consider my predicament. Although my body and voice were paralyzed, my brain was still functioning after a fashion. Despite what she had done to me, I still found it impossible to believe that I had been so easily overpowered by such a slender, lovely, feminine, young woman. She couldn't possibly be as strong as she seemed, notwithstanding what she had done to me. It had to be some kind of trick. Maybe she knew some kind of martial art that enabled her to use leverage to make it appear that she was stronger than I. After all, I was a grown man! No girl, and certainly no girl as slender as she was, could be as strong as she seemed to be! As soon as feeling returned to my body, I would take matters in hand and settle this thing between us. Feeling did start to return, and Amalie had been right. |