III
"Sure you are getting all of this in your journal, Scribe?"
Galluble didn't have to be asked the question twice. Especially not from the
likes of Julius the Sweet. The subject might be tough, but writing came easily
to the natural wordsmith. Blinking away her own tears so that she could see
clearly turned out to be the greatest challenge as she detailed the various
exploits of her hero and lover, Zeema.
Faithful to the spirit of "Psychomachia", the 16th century collection of poems
by the Spanish author that espoused their breaking away from traditional roles
of women and seeking victory for the greater good and had led them to this
current predicament, Zeema had not given the male dominated group raping her the
satisfaction of screaming out. Her sleek body instead see-sawed as erect male
members thrust into her from both ends.
The Scribe paused to wipe her forehead before continuing. Despite the dank
surroundings of the subterranean prison, the cell block had gotten stuffy. As
she did, she noticed the bishop mop his brow again and adjust his miter that had
once more slipped to an angle over his bald pate. She looked to Zeema. Agonies
had caused the athletic beauty to weaken. Bare knees now scraped the rock
flooring. The long back bowed as its owner accepted yet another hard cock thrust
into her mouth. By this time, Galluble noticed, one cock after the next slipped
easily into Zeema's pussy or arse.
Julius the Sweet earlier boasted that even he was not too proud to follow the
god Ares though was later disappointed not to find the expected Ambrosia,
plunging his organ into nothing more than ordinary cum. He tried save face
before his party but clearly was deflated and sullenly observed the others as
they took the warrior princess.
He stood next to the perspiring cleric and said after some dozen had had their
fun with the condemned, "Let's try something new, shall we? Galluble, drop your
quill and parchment and come over here. Stand in front of your messy friend."
Galluble paused for a moment and then did as she was told. She stepped into the
circle and stood over the black crown of Zemma's head. "So...had your fun yet?
Like it when your women are defenseless, huh?" Her fists bunched in anger and
her voice was tight with fury.
Julius the Sweet laughed heartily. "No, my dear. We have only begun the
traditional execution. Is that right, bishop?"
The cleric nervously bobbed his affirmation as the governor gripped the
neckline of Galluble's tunic costume and ripped it wide. All in the room leered,
save Zeema whose lowered head could not see as the young scribe's breasts
bounced out. Eyes searched her nakedness down to the exposed blonde triangle.
"No need to cover up. In fact, your friend down here wants to have a look too."
He gripped a fistful of the raven mane and jerked Zeema's head up. A flaking
white mask covered the warrior princess's features as her nose rose to the same
level as Galluble's crotch.
Through matted lashes Zeema said in a low voice, "Do what you want to me, Pig.
But let her go."
"Wished that I could...Zeema. But, you see, we want you two girls to show us
how much you really care for each other and you get to start by using your
tongue."
"Forget that shit. Never!"
"Hmmm, well it seems that our friend Zeema needs a bit of persuading. Tell me,
bitch," Julius the Sweet yanked harder on Zeema's hair, "would you save your
little friend here?" He rapidly unsheathed his dagger and pressed it on
Galluble's neck. "Better do as I say, Zeema, or this one gets iced. Do you want
her blood on your hands?"
The bishop searched his cassock, pretending to feel for his rosary beads.
Tension in the small room had notably risen. The blonde's bare chest heaved up
and down faster as the blade pressed deeper into the side of her neck. He looked
at Zeema. Slowly, the tip of a pink tongue appeared and stretched forward into
the tight mass of blonde curls between the scribe's legs. Strands of black hair
slipped down from the governor's grip. The tongue disappeared as it began to
wind its way into the other female.
Galluble tensed. First her clothes were ripped, then the knife and now what she
had always wanted seared into her. She briefly opened her clinched eyes and
looked down. Zeema's head bobbed into her lower belly. She felt the tongue twist
and turn and flick over her most private parts. She closed her eyes again,
parted her lips and sighed. This was hardly the setting she had dreamed about,
but Zeema's power and her own body's reaction overcame any reluctance. Others in
the cell were quickly forgotten.
The bishop forgot all about finding his beads. The sight provided an epiphany
in itself. Slurping sounds and heavy breathing made for a symphony worthy of any
classical music. The short blonde with closed eyes and full breasts seemed to
slightly sway as the black-haired one serviced her until she balanced on one
foot and placed a naked leg atop Zeema's back. His miter slipped forward and
again he pushed it back to better see the action.
"Sorry to intrude...uhm, ladies," Julius said still gripping hair and knife,
"but we do have something of a schedule for this execution." He brought the
dagger away from the Scribe's throat and let her go. He watched the blonde drop
to her knees and brace Zeema's head between her two hands. Zeema deeply kissed
her back before the two were separated. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Bishop...Ah,
Bishop? Hey!"
The senior member of the church awoke from his trance-like state with a start
as he realized that his name was being called.
"That's better. I see that I have at last your attention so tell me, what's
next in our execution for these history buffs, the one who is to hang is
already, in the buff and the other almost there, but anyway, lead the way. Pray
do tell, what's next?"
Stuttering as he fought to regain control, the bishop looked at the governor
and trembled. "Yyyyour...Excellency. I believe a scourging is next."
"Very well then. Let's get this crew up one floor to the torture chamber."
Julius the Sweet let go of the fistful of hair. Zeema dropped back down to the
stone as soldiers pulled Galluble away and others unlocked chains around the
warrior princess's wrists and ankles.
