VI
Roxxo, the executioner spat contemptuously. Anger welled. He looked to the
female nude hanging in front of him. She didn't seem to care that he was
missing out on all of the fun. Roxxo gripped the scourge handle tighter. His
beefy arm flexed. He would take his revenge on the one they called Zeema and
make her give him not feel so left out.
Galluble had surprised the other men when she walked over to where they stood.
With her bare chest showing under the ragged top, the Scribe smiled sweetly at
them, moved her blonde hair behind an ear and then kneeled. It didn't take them
long to retrieve their male organs from beneath their garb. Only Roxxo
apparently was ignored. Gripping one cock in each hand, Galluble opened her
mouth and softly sucked Julius the Sweet's erection. Always the celibate, the
bishop adjusted his miter and peered over their shoulders as Galluble licked
first, then another of the proffered cocks.
Roxxo saw what he was missing. He turned his attention back to Zeema. He could
see, her front relatively unmarked. Gripping the handle tighter, his eyes
narrowed at one nipple atop a creamy tit. The rest of her looked splendid with a
little help from his expertise. He would let the others get their satisfaction
from the short one. His pleasure would come from the taller one with the black
hair. Roxxo waddled closer to Zeema.
His face close to her cheek, he could almost smell the fear. Traversing down
her glistening neck, his hand reached out and wrapped thick fingers around the
firm tit.
"...Let go of me, dick-for-brains..."
"Ah, Zeema. I aya see that you still like to talk-ah." Roxxo reached over to a
small table and lifted up a short bar. Over in the corner the others watched as
they were serviced by hand and mouth. Using the bar as a bit, he rammed it in
between Zeema's upper and lower teeth.
"Arrrgggh...!" Zeema tried to toss her head away as her jaws were pried open
and the bit set in place. She felt her lank hair pulled back, straps attached to
each end of the bit and then tightened. The chains made it impossible to avoid
this latest intrusion. The wooden bar was pulled so far back she was unable to
close her mouth. It forced her mouth and teeth into a grotesque grin.
"Now we gonna pull you up-ah, but first, I anchor you ankles." Roxxo admired
the legs as he bent lower. Her ankles already looked chaffed, but he knew that
his idea of a vertical rack would not work if her legs were left free.
Cranking the wheel that operated the pulleys for the ceiling chain got harder
as he turned, but the effect on the female was as he liked. The ribs stood out
more, concave flesh was punctuated by a narrowed navel, limbs strained and tits
rose. He smiled as he cranked further until he could barely turned the wheel.
Zeema's head and her long black hair now hung back. Forget Galluble and the
others, he thought, this Zeema was going to make an excellent prey. He locked
the wheel and once more admired her splendid form.
His attention was caught by the accelerated rhythm of her stretched stomach.
Something like that of a scared rabbit. Roxxo caught himself smiling in the
realization that this hare was his and already in his trap.
For Julius the Sweet it was hard to keep his eyes open. Galluble obviously had
talents other than writing. The Scribe worked his member with her hand when not
with her mouth and did the same with the two officers on either side. In one
brief moment of vision, he saw Zeema being gagged and then her body stretched
taut. He decided she was worth watching, and besides, what Galluble was doing
was about to make him lose his load.
He aimed for just above the navel and swung hard. He watched as his swing
followed through and the contact of the barbed lashes left three streaks of
bright red across the white flesh. The smacking sound made got everyone's
attention.
Zeema's head flew up when the lashes hit. Lines seared across her belly. She
thought that she had been hit just above her navel, but knew for sure that the
welts continued until they scored over her right hipbone. She fiercely bit down
on the bit and tried to shake the overwhelming senses from her consciousness.
Scattered applause erupted in the chamber as more lashes fell striking the tops
of thighs, across the pelvis and dark delta, and wobbling the raised tits. Hands
still as more of the scourging continued. Streaks of blood covered welts.
"Your Highness...? Don't you think she's had enough? Remember, there is still
more to come in the passion of Zeema."
"Quite right, bishop." Julius the Sweet gazed at the torn figure stretched
before them. It appeared as though the warrior princess wannabe had passed out.
Her head lolled along one upper arm. "Soldiers...Throw some water on the bitch
to review her." He knew what was next and didn't have to ask. "Then get some rag
to cover her with and sit her on that bench."
Galluble wiped the corners of her mouth free of the men's taste, swiveled on
her haunches and looked back at her former sister-in-arms. Better she be
bloodied than me, thought the Scribe.
