A male guard being punished.

The Sorceress's town is not what the Akkadian expected. It is not a place of despair, decorated with skulls, but a well run, fully functional village. Though the townspeople line the street and bow with reverence to their liege-lord, only a few look on with fear. Most gaze upon their lady's beauty with a smile. Reflecting on the matter the Assassin remembers the Sorceress's true age, and how she must have learned the value of loyalty and goodwill over her many years. Besides the witch is vain and to be worshipped for wisdom, along with her beauty, would now doubt greatly please her.

Approaching the town center there is gather a small crowd around a circular dais. Built on top of the dais is a large wooden “X” shaped cross with a man bound to it facing forward into the mob. He is handsome, in fine shape, and completely naked. From the flickering red bruises on the side of his torso and hips it is clear that he was been recently flogged up and down his backside.

A wooden pole is beneath the restrained man, barely inserted into his anus. Connecting to the base of the pole is a wooden plank built into the street in front of the bondage device. Any weight put on the plank causes the pole to trust up, sodomizing the bound guard. Though the penetration is only limited to a few inches, increasing the **** by which the plank is depressed increases how violently the pole is thrust up.

Several of the town's women go out of their way to walk on the plank with such a repetitive pattern that the condemned man is basically being anally **** without reprieve in front of the crowd. Some of the female spectators laugh, cheer and clap with each humiliating insertion, while others rain down catcalls and taunts because the guard's rather sizable cock is shamefully fully erect and bounces up and down with with each forcible penetration. A few of the more brazen women actually stomp down on the plank, causing the prisoner to groan in pain. Clearly such a display is not only for the Sorceress's twisted amusement but also her subjects, who have developed their lady's taste for cruelty and perversion.

The crowd dispersers with whispered excitement as the Akkadin's cart arrives. The man's eyes go wide as the heavy horse drawn carriage stops right before the plank.

“Set the device to twelve inches.” The hooded coach-man orders.

“No, not that much!” The naked man stammers, “Not with a horse and cart!” He nearly begs as he tightens his grip on his restraints grimly prepares himself.

“How many times around the circle, Mistress?” Asks the driver.