The Akkadian takes a closer look.

The Akkadian was unable to answer immediately. He had seen women punished publicly before of course, and very often those punishments were designed as much to arouse and excite the onlookers as much as to punish and deter miscreants. He would have been the first to admit that viewing a thief or disobediant **** being stripped and flogged or locked in stocks for any and all to casually **** had always excited him. That it seemed had not changed even if his form had. The assassin felt a wet heat between his legs as he gazed from the carriage window and in to the fearful brown eyes of the helpless guard. Now he had a new perspective on such sexual punishment, his own form being every bit as desirable as that of the young female guard. What must it feel like to be exposed in such a manner and **** to orgasm for the amusement of a callous audience he wondered.

"I wish to take a closer look." The Akkadian informed the coachman.

Stepping down from the carriage the Akkadian approached the bound woman. The guards beside the prisoner step back respectfully as the assassin nears. Fastened to the cross as she is, the woman is helpless open to inspection. She twists uncomfortably in her bondage as the Akkadian nears her.

"Mistress please." The condemned guard murmers.

"Shhh." The Akkadian silences her, not wanting pleas or begging to disturb his inspection.

Though the young woman's body is tanned and well muscled due to her profession the welts from the lash still stand out well upon her skin. The Akkadian counts the red welts decorating her body and makes the number of lashes she has endured number twenty four. Reaching out the Akkadian traces one prominent welt with his fingertips. This lash had struck the girl's ample left breast, missing her dark brown nipple by just a finger's width. The flesh of the prisoner's breast is firm and warm to his touch. He can feel the angry raised welt and the woman flinches slightly at his touch. As his fingertips near the nipple he hears the woman inhale sharply, curious he allows his fingers to drift upward and lightly brush the teat. The dark nubbin is stiffly erect and the woman moans as he touches it.

"Has the prisoner been given **** to arouse her?" The Akkadian asks, turning his head to the nearest guard.

"No Mistress." The guard replies. "In this slut's case no **** were deemed necessary. Her arousal was obvious even as we stripped her and bound her to the cross."

The Akkadian reaches down between the woman's widely parted legs and thrusts two fingers into her cunt unceremoniously. The girl's sex is hot and wet and his invasion of her gash is welcomed by a lusty moan and a thrusting forward of her hips. The guard's crotch has been cleanly shaved, no doubt so that the crowd could more clearly see her impalement upon the wooden shaft. The Akkadian can see female juice that has leaked from her sex coating her mons and trickling down her sleek toned thighs.

"Drive on, continue around the circle until I order you to stop." The Akkadian calls back over his shoulder to the coachman.

The whinney of the horses and the creak of leather tack and wooden wheels are heard as the carriage begins to move. The bound prisoner takes a second to realise the import of the coach moving. Then she gasps and looks to the Akkadian with fear.

"Mistress, please no more." She begs.

"Shhh now." The Akkadian says as though calming a pet as he starts to gently fingerfuck the bound guard.