A female 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' 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 worshiped for wisdom, along with her beauty, would now doubt greatly please her.

Approaching the town center there is gather a crowd around a circular dais. Built on top of the dais is a large wooden “X” shaped cross with a woman bound to it. She is stripped naked and facing forward, being on display for the mob's amusement. The former guard is attractive, with a pretty, yet strong face, and short brown hair. Her body is athletic and shapely, with decent sized tits. Numerous long thin welt marks crisscross her bare torso, showing that she has been recently flogged. Most cruelly, her whipping wasn't on her back, as decorum would dictate, especially for a woman, but on her front. Her abdomen, chest, and especially her breasts, have clearly tasted the corrective caress of the lash.

Her worse torment, however, is the wooden pole beneath her that runs straight up from the ground and has been inserted well within her cunt. At its base, the harden shaft is connected to a wooden plank built into the street in front of the bondage device. Any weight put on the plank causes the pole, with its rounded penis like tip, to trust up and down into the abused sex of the bound guard. Though the additional penetration is only an extra few inches, increasing the **** by which the plank is depressed increases how violently the pole is thrust up.

Numerous men, and a few townswomen, have gathered around the condemned woman to enjoy the spectacle. The strongest, and/or the fattest, villagers enthusiastically take turns stomping down on the plank with such repetition and **** that the prisoner is basically being violently **** without reprieve in front of the crowd. Her groans of pain and humiliation can sometimes be heard over the mob's amused murmurs.

As the carriage draws near to this tawdry spectacle the female guard begins to shake her head back and forth. “No, no, no.” She mutters, stammering each syllable in rhythm with each trust of the pole. When she begs, “Please, no more!” Some in the crowd laugh that she is about to be broken. The Akkadian, with his vast intimate knowledge and experience with female sexuality knows otherwise. The prisoner is about to have an orgasm.

The crowd, however, gives no quarter, her pleading only encourages them to stomp on the plank with more **** and at a quicker pace. She vainly tries to pull free from her bounds as her breasts heave about wildly until she succumbs and is driven over the edge. Screaming, “Nooo! Not like this!” The guard's body surrenders as ever muscle in her tortured frame tenses while beads of feminine cum begin to run down the pole.

At first the mob pauses in silence, not sure what is happening, until someone laughs, “The whore is cumming!” Catcalls, applause and mocking laughter explode from the crowd. The condemned woman hangs her head in shame, her body covered in sweat, as she tries to regain control of her breathing.

Her humiliating reprieve, brought about by the mob stopping their use of the plank because of her orgasm, is only brief. The crowd, distracted by such an entertaining sight, finally notices the Akkadin's carriage drawing up near to the plank. Moving away with respectful bows they stay close with excited smiles, knowing the show has only started.

“Mistress!” The guard's eyes go wide with fear. “Have mercy on me!” She pleads.

“Insert the pole into the prisoner's ass.” The coachman coldly answers for the Sorceress. “And set the device to twelve inches.”

“No!” The woman cries. “Not that!” Again she flails away at her restraints. “Not that much! Not there!”

The crowd cheers as two guards loosen her leg restraints while the pole is lowered out of her abused cunt. The condemned woman screams as the wood shaft is unceremoniously inserted into her ass and then her legs are resecured.

“Please, Mistress, forgive me!” She begs as all eyes turn to the Akkadian.

“How many times around the circle, Mistress?” The driver asks calmly.