It was the year 1327.
The Prosecution, a political movement comprised entirely of women, had successfully dominated the land of Rhalgerya five years ago.
Men, subjected to vilification by the Prosecution so as to sway the female majority of the population, were hunted down to near extinction.
What few men remain are subjected to cruel and torturous mating procreation events sanctioned by the country’s leadership.
Hilis stumbled, but managed to correct himself, even under the heavy load he carried.
He heard a soft chuckle from one of the guardswomen that urged him along with whips should he falter for too long. They seemed to enjoy anything that made it harder for him, even laughing and whipping away at him when he had fallen some minutes ago.
Hilis was new to Rhalgerya, the tales of a fully female land drawing him and blinding him to the history of the country. It was dangerous for men, but with some luck, one could be protected and hidden by groups of women that allowed their physical needs to trump their loyalty to the Prosecution.
An instant harem, all the food and drink one could desire, no more need for labor in the hot sun. That was the draw, an enticing paradise that made the alternative seem distant and unlikely.
And yet here he was, prodded along mercilessly by guardswomen of the Prosecution.
In truth, he hadn’t paid much attention to the stories, or rumors really, of men who were caught. Every surrounding country had heard of the war that led to the Prosecution exerting control over Rhalgerya of course, but the men at that point were simply put to the sword. Those lucky enough to escape were taken in by surrounding countries, though subsequently a few of those countries expedited the men back to Rhalgerya.
Everything after that was simple rumor, men who traveled to Rhalgerya in search of possible paradise were never heard from again, either way. This left much to speculation. Had they found what they wanted, or death?
Hilis dreaded the answer.
He had been captured quickly, not even a day since he had set foot in Rhalgerya. There hadn’t been a trial, he had been chained with a couple other men and brought before some sort of book keeper. She had studied her ledger, glancing to each man, and then waved them off saying “Cross them.”
What that meant, Hilis had no idea. He knew he was soon to find out.
He stumbled and fell, the heavy beam tied to his shoulders and wrists dragging him down. His mouth filled with the sandy dust of the road, making him cough and sputter, as well as blinding him. Ignoring this, he attempted to shove himself up, leaning the beam to one side and using it in place of his bound arm.
It wasn’t quickly enough, he heard shouts and laughs from the guardswomen as one put a sandaled foot on his chest and shoved. He fell back, the beam to which he was tied pinning him face up upon the ground.
Crack!
Hilis flinched and yelped as a whip snapped across his bare chest. It was followed by another, and then another. Finally, a guardswoman held up a hand to signal the others to stop.
She placed a sandaled food on his arm and leaned over, grinning wide.
“You need to stop falling. You have an appointment to keep.” she said, voice dripping with sardonicism.
Hilis couldn’t help but look down at her revealing uniform. Rhalgerya was a humid place, so the armor was minimal. Not much more than metal and bone attached to a leather loincloth and vest.
His gaze earned a kick to the gut from the guards woman. “Get him up.” She said, waving to the other guards.
Two moved to each end of the beam and a third to the middle and they helped him to his feet. They then released the beam and Hilis sagged under the weight.
The lead guard strode up behind and gave him a shove, continuing the journey.
It was long and laborious, at least, it felt long. After some time, Hilis noticed noise coming from ahead. Many noises, actually. There were screams and clanging, an odd creaking, and under those, moans of pleasure or words spat in anger. Male voices, though there were some female moans as well.
They crested a hill, and the scene that greeted Hilis confused him greatly. Through a thin band of trees, he spotted men attached by their wrists to beams like the one he carried, and that beam was attached to a longer beam planted in the ground, to which their feet were attached. As he and his escorting guards neared, he saw that the men were attached with ropes by their upper arms near their shoulders, and by the wrists and feet with nails. The men were also naked. He felt cold wisp of fear pass through his stomach, getting a sight of what was almost assuredly his fate.
How he was collected enough to notice the moans of women had stopped, he didn’t know. The question posed itself to him even in his dire situation, as there were no women nailed up. He did spot several women in various forms of undress, some even in only breast bindings and loincloths. Were these where the moans had come from? He couldn’t imagine why.
The lead guardswoman called to another woman, who appeared to be directing the situation.
“Ho there, Glauria! We have a fresh batch for you! Nolu and Brehda have two more on the way, we left first.”
The woman in charge cast her gaze once over Hilis.
“Good, I hope this new lot has more stamina than the ones we nailed up. Damned men were spent after only three rounds.”
She turned her hard eyes toward the near naked women, who had congregated in a small group away from the nailed and struggling men.
“Oy, six of you cunts, get ready to work again. You aren’t done for the day yet.” Glauria gestured to them, and then spoke to her guardswomen. “Get the rest of them back to their cells.”
The camp shifted quickly, her orders being followed immediately.
Three women were pushed from the rest, while Hilis was shoved into the clearing. He noticed several longer beams, right before several guardswomen grabbed the beam he was tied to, guiding him toward one of the longer ones.
He attempted to resist, which didn’t last long under the whip.
He was made to straddle the longer beam, and then shoved back while guardswomen on either side kicked him behind the knees. His legs buckled and he fell back, the women immediately setting to attaching the beam his arms were tied to to the longer beam. They also roped his feet to it, four women holding his legs so he could not resist, successfully, at any rate. His legs were tied in a way that forced him to bend his knees, each one splayed out to either side of him.
One of the guardswomen slapped him across the face as he tried to protest the injustice of it all.
After they had finished, most of the women retreated to a tent on the edge of the clearing, where he could hear them pouring drinks and making jests. One stood guard near him, but he was basically ignored for a measure of time.
It was not long before he saw the other two men he had been sentenced with appeared in the clearing, brought along by groups of women much like the group that brought him. They were treated similarly, dropped onto the longer beams and tied. One man made quite a struggle, and after his beam was attached and his legs tied, he was whipped mercilessly by one of the guardswomen attending him. The other man, who seemed to be the struggling one’s friend, looked on in horror as the women attached his beam as well. He himself did not struggle.
Hilis looked on to where the scantily clad women prisoners were, huddled together watching what was being done to the men. After the most guardswomen had retired to the drinking tent for a bit, leaving one guard on each man, Glauria motioned to the women prisoners. The did not hesitate, eyes down and posture submissive, they each split into groups of two, one group going to each man.
Hilis saw the women coming toward him, one red headed and one black haired. He braced himself for more torture, remembering the shouts he had heard before entering the clearing.
The redhead moved above him while the black haired one knelt beside. He tried to speak, but that earned a threatening shout from the guardswoman attending to him.
His confusion deepened as the redhead stripped, standing directly above his face. She looked him in the eye as she unwound her breast bindings, her pert, mid sized tits bouncing into view. She dropped the cloth that had covered her chest, still staring into his eyes, and began to slowly slip her loincloth down, moving her hips provocatively as she did so.
Hilis felt something touch his leg, and he looked down to see the black haired one had also removed her top, revealing very large breasts and hard nipples. She pushed her chest against his leg, one tit resting on his upper leg and the other resting on his shin, obscuring his knee. As she did this, she reached out with a small knife and sliced through the band of leather that held his loincloth to his hips. He nearly protested before a shaved pussy filled his vision, the redhead kneeling over his face and pressing her clitoris into his mouth. He felt her running her hands over his chest, brushing his nipples with her thumbs every so often.
The black haired one whipped his loincloth away, his already hardened member springing free. He could not see, but heard a murmur of appreciation from the two women as they regarded his length and girth.
The pussy in his mouth moved as the red headed one rode his face, and he felt the black haired one begin to work on his balls. He had not had a woman for some time, and found it impossible to resist his urges with such attention given to his body. Even tied as he was by the arms and legs, he moaned into the snatch and shifted his hips, wishing that one of them would take him inside. This went on for a time, he shifting, the women playing with his chest, nipples, balls, the insides of his thighs, even teasing the space between his balls and ass occasionally. They did not, however, touch his member, which throbbed more and more as this treatment continued.
Finally, without warning, a warm, slick hand grasped him and moved. He spent his seed only after a few strokes, vocalizing his pleasure into the cunt that still remained in his mouth. After he had gone, the redhead lifted herself from him and knelt beside his head, not bothering to cover herself at all. He raised his head and looked down the length of his naked form, to the black haired woman as she drew a wooden cup away from his still partially erect cock. A guardswoman came and collected this, taking it and leaving the camp quickly.
Hilis wanted to speak to the women, but a glance at the guardwoman that stood watch over him made him think better of it.
What in hell’s name was going on? He had come to this island for sex and ease of life. Apparently he had found the sex part, though these circumstances still boggled his mind. He could hazard a partial guess, it seemed the woman had collected his seed and given it to the guardwoman. The women of this land had driven away the men, they would have no way to sire children. Was this how they did it? With the semen of captured men? Was this his life now then, a slave to produce cum? And what of the men nailed… He forced himself to stop thinking, too many questions and no way to ask for an answer. Better to glean what he could from the surrounding situations.
He lifted his head to survey the camp again, hearing moans coming from the two men he had been sentenced with. Sure enough, two women attended to each, loincloths of the men tossed aside to give the women access to their prizes. Hilis watched as the women handfucked the men in various ways, moaning themselves at times to heighten the reaction from the men. As the men came, each woman attending to his phallus would quickly bring a wooden cup near, catching as much of the spewing seed as possible. In turn, they would give the cup over to a guardswoman who would rush it from the camp. After this would done, the women sat near the men, heads down, waiting.
Waiting? For what? Hilis wondered.
He needn’t have wondered long. As he peered at the resting women that attended the other men, their nakedness made his member stir again. The red and black haired women that sat near him took notice, and seeing that his period of inability was over, began to touch him anew. Hilis had always been ready to fuck again quickly, and indeed, his lack of sex before now had left him quite ready. Even having gone once, he found the six naked women enough to ready him again.
This time, the black haired one stood, slipping her loincloth off to reveal her trimmed bush. The redhead moved to his pelvis, pressing his legs to each side enough to slip her slender body between them. This way, she straddled the beam that he laid atop, pressing her pussy against his balls and cock. The black haired one straddled Hilis himself, leaning down with her bare ass in the air and dragging her nipples across his body up toward his chest. She moaned loudly, and as she did so he felt a slick hand once again grasp his rock hard member. The redhead began her work slowly, moving her hand up and down his shaft for a while, having already gone, he had the stamina to take strokes for a while.
The black haired woman pressed her chest against his and drew herself back, her nipples popping up as her giant breasts trailed. She stared him in the eye, glaring almost, as she began to play with them. She moaned loudly and rubbed her pelvis back and forth across his midsection and she pinched and rolled her hard tits between her fingers. Hilis watched this as the redhead pumped him.
The redhead took it a step further, inserting her finger into his ass, slowly massaging him from within. He moaned, and then cried out as he orgasmed a second time. Once he had finished, the redhead gave the wooden cup she held to a guardswoman, who took it from the clearing.
The women and Hilis rested, this time for longer. As soon as he showed any sign of being ready, the women set upon him anew, extracting his seed again and again.
This cycle occured four times before, while resting, Hilis heard screaming coming from one of the men that had been sentenced with him. Hilis raised his head and peered toward the source of the sound, the man who had attempted to struggle earlier.
“I CAN GO AGAIN, DON’T, PLEASE DON’T!”
He screamed, surrounded by guardswomen who were nailing his wrists to the beam. Hilis realized with horror that the man must have reached his limit. That was why the other men had been nailed when he arrived.
The guardswomen ignored the mans protests, slapping him and kicking him in the ribs every so often while they nailed his feet as well.
After they had finished, they used ropes as they pushed and pulled the cross upright. It slid into a hole that Hilis hadn’t noticed earlier, the nailed man crying out in pain as the cross thudded to a stop. Hilis looked down and noticed a hole in front of his cross as well, and fully realized his fate.
He looked frantically at his soft dick, willing it to help him put off his fate for just a bit longer. He thought of women, of fucking women, of being fucked by women, but after four rounds, he was spent. That, coupled with the fear coursing through him, left him as soft as a pillow.
The red and black haired women attempted several times to coax another out of him, but met with failure. The guardswoman that stood by shooed the naked women away, who collected the meager cloths that served as their clothing and absconded. The guardswoman then called to the other guardswomen, who came bearing nails and a hammer. Hilis protested, for which he was slapped, before they nailed his wrists. He couldn’t believe the pain, which forced him to lose his hold over speech, screaming and flailing wildly. They nailed his feet as well, and then raised him as they had the other man.
As his cross thudded down into the hole that had been prepared, Hilis felt the wounds in his arms pull against the nails, causing a searing pain. He breathed heavily, sweat dripping from his face and body, a result of the struggle he had made.
The guardswomen laughed and commented about the useless nature of his flaccid prick, saying this was all that he was good for now. He looked down at his naked drenched body, indeed his penis was quite soft. He looked at his nailed feet and then up to his nailed wrists, almost not believing what was happening to him.
Even through the haze of pain Hilis heard moans, both a man’s and from two women, coming from across the clearing. He looked on to see the the last man, being handfucked again. How many times had he gone? Hilis looked on with jealousy that the man was able to stave off his fate for some pleasure just a while longer.
This provided just enough distraction that Hilis, though he didn’t notice at first, began to harden. Being naked and on display for all the women, coupled with watching the show put on across the clearing where four tits swang and bounced free, was enough to give him one last erection.
“Oy Glauria, this one is still hard!” One of the guardswomen shouted.
Glauria emerged from the tent to peer angrily toward Hilis. “Damn those useless whores. I want them whipped. In the meantime, you know the rules. Head of the squad gets preference.”
The guardswoman nodded, and was shortly approached by the one who had led Hilis group here. She was naked, having apparently left her armor in the tent. Her body was well muscled, yet still feminine, curves at the hips and firm, rounded breasts. Hilis couldn’t help but be hard, though now he was almost wishing he could.
The woman sneered at him as she was bourne aloft by other guardswomen, their outstretched hands forming a bed for her to lie upon in the air. She was carried to Hilis, where her bare cunt was level with his swollen member. She leaned forward, being held aloft by her ass, hips, and lower back, and grabbed his dick with a slickened hand. He needn’t have bothered, her pussy was already dripping wet from not having a man in ages. His cock as well was still lubed from the times he was handfucked before.
She moved, thrusting in a way that his cock moved in and out, in and out. Playing with her tits she fucked herself using him, the women below doing their best to hold her aloft. It didn’t take long for her to reach orgasm, horny as she was. This in turn caused Hilis to orgasm, spraying his seed inside her. She spat into his face.
The guardswomen retreated and put the squad leader down, and she retreated into the tent.
Hilis was exhausted, having came now five times. He felt that the last of his strength had been sapped, and indeed, as he closed his eyes he was not to know that he would never open them again.
The Prosecution, a political movement comprised entirely of women, had successfully dominated the land of Rhalgerya five years ago.
Men, subjected to vilification by the Prosecution so as to sway the female majority of the population, were hunted down to near extinction.
What few men remain are subjected to cruel and torturous mating procreation events sanctioned by the country’s leadership.
Hilis stumbled, but managed to correct himself, even under the heavy load he carried.
He heard a soft chuckle from one of the guardswomen that urged him along with whips should he falter for too long. They seemed to enjoy anything that made it harder for him, even laughing and whipping away at him when he had fallen some minutes ago.
Hilis was new to Rhalgerya, the tales of a fully female land drawing him and blinding him to the history of the country. It was dangerous for men, but with some luck, one could be protected and hidden by groups of women that allowed their physical needs to trump their loyalty to the Prosecution.
An instant harem, all the food and drink one could desire, no more need for labor in the hot sun. That was the draw, an enticing paradise that made the alternative seem distant and unlikely.
And yet here he was, prodded along mercilessly by guardswomen of the Prosecution.
In truth, he hadn’t paid much attention to the stories, or rumors really, of men who were caught. Every surrounding country had heard of the war that led to the Prosecution exerting control over Rhalgerya of course, but the men at that point were simply put to the sword. Those lucky enough to escape were taken in by surrounding countries, though subsequently a few of those countries expedited the men back to Rhalgerya.
Everything after that was simple rumor, men who traveled to Rhalgerya in search of possible paradise were never heard from again, either way. This left much to speculation. Had they found what they wanted, or death?
Hilis dreaded the answer.
He had been captured quickly, not even a day since he had set foot in Rhalgerya. There hadn’t been a trial, he had been chained with a couple other men and brought before some sort of book keeper. She had studied her ledger, glancing to each man, and then waved them off saying “Cross them.”
What that meant, Hilis had no idea. He knew he was soon to find out.
He stumbled and fell, the heavy beam tied to his shoulders and wrists dragging him down. His mouth filled with the sandy dust of the road, making him cough and sputter, as well as blinding him. Ignoring this, he attempted to shove himself up, leaning the beam to one side and using it in place of his bound arm.
It wasn’t quickly enough, he heard shouts and laughs from the guardswomen as one put a sandaled foot on his chest and shoved. He fell back, the beam to which he was tied pinning him face up upon the ground.
Crack!
Hilis flinched and yelped as a whip snapped across his bare chest. It was followed by another, and then another. Finally, a guardswoman held up a hand to signal the others to stop.
She placed a sandaled food on his arm and leaned over, grinning wide.
“You need to stop falling. You have an appointment to keep.” she said, voice dripping with sardonicism.
Hilis couldn’t help but look down at her revealing uniform. Rhalgerya was a humid place, so the armor was minimal. Not much more than metal and bone attached to a leather loincloth and vest.
His gaze earned a kick to the gut from the guards woman. “Get him up.” She said, waving to the other guards.
Two moved to each end of the beam and a third to the middle and they helped him to his feet. They then released the beam and Hilis sagged under the weight.
The lead guard strode up behind and gave him a shove, continuing the journey.
It was long and laborious, at least, it felt long. After some time, Hilis noticed noise coming from ahead. Many noises, actually. There were screams and clanging, an odd creaking, and under those, moans of pleasure or words spat in anger. Male voices, though there were some female moans as well.
They crested a hill, and the scene that greeted Hilis confused him greatly. Through a thin band of trees, he spotted men attached by their wrists to beams like the one he carried, and that beam was attached to a longer beam planted in the ground, to which their feet were attached. As he and his escorting guards neared, he saw that the men were attached with ropes by their upper arms near their shoulders, and by the wrists and feet with nails. The men were also naked. He felt cold wisp of fear pass through his stomach, getting a sight of what was almost assuredly his fate.
How he was collected enough to notice the moans of women had stopped, he didn’t know. The question posed itself to him even in his dire situation, as there were no women nailed up. He did spot several women in various forms of undress, some even in only breast bindings and loincloths. Were these where the moans had come from? He couldn’t imagine why.
The lead guardswoman called to another woman, who appeared to be directing the situation.
“Ho there, Glauria! We have a fresh batch for you! Nolu and Brehda have two more on the way, we left first.”
The woman in charge cast her gaze once over Hilis.
“Good, I hope this new lot has more stamina than the ones we nailed up. Damned men were spent after only three rounds.”
She turned her hard eyes toward the near naked women, who had congregated in a small group away from the nailed and struggling men.
“Oy, six of you cunts, get ready to work again. You aren’t done for the day yet.” Glauria gestured to them, and then spoke to her guardswomen. “Get the rest of them back to their cells.”
The camp shifted quickly, her orders being followed immediately.
Three women were pushed from the rest, while Hilis was shoved into the clearing. He noticed several longer beams, right before several guardswomen grabbed the beam he was tied to, guiding him toward one of the longer ones.
He attempted to resist, which didn’t last long under the whip.
He was made to straddle the longer beam, and then shoved back while guardswomen on either side kicked him behind the knees. His legs buckled and he fell back, the women immediately setting to attaching the beam his arms were tied to to the longer beam. They also roped his feet to it, four women holding his legs so he could not resist, successfully, at any rate. His legs were tied in a way that forced him to bend his knees, each one splayed out to either side of him.
One of the guardswomen slapped him across the face as he tried to protest the injustice of it all.
After they had finished, most of the women retreated to a tent on the edge of the clearing, where he could hear them pouring drinks and making jests. One stood guard near him, but he was basically ignored for a measure of time.
It was not long before he saw the other two men he had been sentenced with appeared in the clearing, brought along by groups of women much like the group that brought him. They were treated similarly, dropped onto the longer beams and tied. One man made quite a struggle, and after his beam was attached and his legs tied, he was whipped mercilessly by one of the guardswomen attending him. The other man, who seemed to be the struggling one’s friend, looked on in horror as the women attached his beam as well. He himself did not struggle.
Hilis looked on to where the scantily clad women prisoners were, huddled together watching what was being done to the men. After the most guardswomen had retired to the drinking tent for a bit, leaving one guard on each man, Glauria motioned to the women prisoners. The did not hesitate, eyes down and posture submissive, they each split into groups of two, one group going to each man.
Hilis saw the women coming toward him, one red headed and one black haired. He braced himself for more torture, remembering the shouts he had heard before entering the clearing.
The redhead moved above him while the black haired one knelt beside. He tried to speak, but that earned a threatening shout from the guardswoman attending to him.
His confusion deepened as the redhead stripped, standing directly above his face. She looked him in the eye as she unwound her breast bindings, her pert, mid sized tits bouncing into view. She dropped the cloth that had covered her chest, still staring into his eyes, and began to slowly slip her loincloth down, moving her hips provocatively as she did so.
Hilis felt something touch his leg, and he looked down to see the black haired one had also removed her top, revealing very large breasts and hard nipples. She pushed her chest against his leg, one tit resting on his upper leg and the other resting on his shin, obscuring his knee. As she did this, she reached out with a small knife and sliced through the band of leather that held his loincloth to his hips. He nearly protested before a shaved pussy filled his vision, the redhead kneeling over his face and pressing her clitoris into his mouth. He felt her running her hands over his chest, brushing his nipples with her thumbs every so often.
The black haired one whipped his loincloth away, his already hardened member springing free. He could not see, but heard a murmur of appreciation from the two women as they regarded his length and girth.
The pussy in his mouth moved as the red headed one rode his face, and he felt the black haired one begin to work on his balls. He had not had a woman for some time, and found it impossible to resist his urges with such attention given to his body. Even tied as he was by the arms and legs, he moaned into the snatch and shifted his hips, wishing that one of them would take him inside. This went on for a time, he shifting, the women playing with his chest, nipples, balls, the insides of his thighs, even teasing the space between his balls and ass occasionally. They did not, however, touch his member, which throbbed more and more as this treatment continued.
Finally, without warning, a warm, slick hand grasped him and moved. He spent his seed only after a few strokes, vocalizing his pleasure into the cunt that still remained in his mouth. After he had gone, the redhead lifted herself from him and knelt beside his head, not bothering to cover herself at all. He raised his head and looked down the length of his naked form, to the black haired woman as she drew a wooden cup away from his still partially erect cock. A guardswoman came and collected this, taking it and leaving the camp quickly.
Hilis wanted to speak to the women, but a glance at the guardwoman that stood watch over him made him think better of it.
What in hell’s name was going on? He had come to this island for sex and ease of life. Apparently he had found the sex part, though these circumstances still boggled his mind. He could hazard a partial guess, it seemed the woman had collected his seed and given it to the guardwoman. The women of this land had driven away the men, they would have no way to sire children. Was this how they did it? With the semen of captured men? Was this his life now then, a slave to produce cum? And what of the men nailed… He forced himself to stop thinking, too many questions and no way to ask for an answer. Better to glean what he could from the surrounding situations.
He lifted his head to survey the camp again, hearing moans coming from the two men he had been sentenced with. Sure enough, two women attended to each, loincloths of the men tossed aside to give the women access to their prizes. Hilis watched as the women handfucked the men in various ways, moaning themselves at times to heighten the reaction from the men. As the men came, each woman attending to his phallus would quickly bring a wooden cup near, catching as much of the spewing seed as possible. In turn, they would give the cup over to a guardswoman who would rush it from the camp. After this would done, the women sat near the men, heads down, waiting.
Waiting? For what? Hilis wondered.
He needn’t have wondered long. As he peered at the resting women that attended the other men, their nakedness made his member stir again. The red and black haired women that sat near him took notice, and seeing that his period of inability was over, began to touch him anew. Hilis had always been ready to fuck again quickly, and indeed, his lack of sex before now had left him quite ready. Even having gone once, he found the six naked women enough to ready him again.
This time, the black haired one stood, slipping her loincloth off to reveal her trimmed bush. The redhead moved to his pelvis, pressing his legs to each side enough to slip her slender body between them. This way, she straddled the beam that he laid atop, pressing her pussy against his balls and cock. The black haired one straddled Hilis himself, leaning down with her bare ass in the air and dragging her nipples across his body up toward his chest. She moaned loudly, and as she did so he felt a slick hand once again grasp his rock hard member. The redhead began her work slowly, moving her hand up and down his shaft for a while, having already gone, he had the stamina to take strokes for a while.
The black haired woman pressed her chest against his and drew herself back, her nipples popping up as her giant breasts trailed. She stared him in the eye, glaring almost, as she began to play with them. She moaned loudly and rubbed her pelvis back and forth across his midsection and she pinched and rolled her hard tits between her fingers. Hilis watched this as the redhead pumped him.
The redhead took it a step further, inserting her finger into his ass, slowly massaging him from within. He moaned, and then cried out as he orgasmed a second time. Once he had finished, the redhead gave the wooden cup she held to a guardswoman, who took it from the clearing.
The women and Hilis rested, this time for longer. As soon as he showed any sign of being ready, the women set upon him anew, extracting his seed again and again.
This cycle occured four times before, while resting, Hilis heard screaming coming from one of the men that had been sentenced with him. Hilis raised his head and peered toward the source of the sound, the man who had attempted to struggle earlier.
“I CAN GO AGAIN, DON’T, PLEASE DON’T!”
He screamed, surrounded by guardswomen who were nailing his wrists to the beam. Hilis realized with horror that the man must have reached his limit. That was why the other men had been nailed when he arrived.
The guardswomen ignored the mans protests, slapping him and kicking him in the ribs every so often while they nailed his feet as well.
After they had finished, they used ropes as they pushed and pulled the cross upright. It slid into a hole that Hilis hadn’t noticed earlier, the nailed man crying out in pain as the cross thudded to a stop. Hilis looked down and noticed a hole in front of his cross as well, and fully realized his fate.
He looked frantically at his soft dick, willing it to help him put off his fate for just a bit longer. He thought of women, of fucking women, of being fucked by women, but after four rounds, he was spent. That, coupled with the fear coursing through him, left him as soft as a pillow.
The red and black haired women attempted several times to coax another out of him, but met with failure. The guardswoman that stood by shooed the naked women away, who collected the meager cloths that served as their clothing and absconded. The guardswoman then called to the other guardswomen, who came bearing nails and a hammer. Hilis protested, for which he was slapped, before they nailed his wrists. He couldn’t believe the pain, which forced him to lose his hold over speech, screaming and flailing wildly. They nailed his feet as well, and then raised him as they had the other man.
As his cross thudded down into the hole that had been prepared, Hilis felt the wounds in his arms pull against the nails, causing a searing pain. He breathed heavily, sweat dripping from his face and body, a result of the struggle he had made.
The guardswomen laughed and commented about the useless nature of his flaccid prick, saying this was all that he was good for now. He looked down at his naked drenched body, indeed his penis was quite soft. He looked at his nailed feet and then up to his nailed wrists, almost not believing what was happening to him.
Even through the haze of pain Hilis heard moans, both a man’s and from two women, coming from across the clearing. He looked on to see the the last man, being handfucked again. How many times had he gone? Hilis looked on with jealousy that the man was able to stave off his fate for some pleasure just a while longer.
This provided just enough distraction that Hilis, though he didn’t notice at first, began to harden. Being naked and on display for all the women, coupled with watching the show put on across the clearing where four tits swang and bounced free, was enough to give him one last erection.
“Oy Glauria, this one is still hard!” One of the guardswomen shouted.
Glauria emerged from the tent to peer angrily toward Hilis. “Damn those useless whores. I want them whipped. In the meantime, you know the rules. Head of the squad gets preference.”
The guardswoman nodded, and was shortly approached by the one who had led Hilis group here. She was naked, having apparently left her armor in the tent. Her body was well muscled, yet still feminine, curves at the hips and firm, rounded breasts. Hilis couldn’t help but be hard, though now he was almost wishing he could.
The woman sneered at him as she was bourne aloft by other guardswomen, their outstretched hands forming a bed for her to lie upon in the air. She was carried to Hilis, where her bare cunt was level with his swollen member. She leaned forward, being held aloft by her ass, hips, and lower back, and grabbed his dick with a slickened hand. He needn’t have bothered, her pussy was already dripping wet from not having a man in ages. His cock as well was still lubed from the times he was handfucked before.
She moved, thrusting in a way that his cock moved in and out, in and out. Playing with her tits she fucked herself using him, the women below doing their best to hold her aloft. It didn’t take long for her to reach orgasm, horny as she was. This in turn caused Hilis to orgasm, spraying his seed inside her. She spat into his face.
The guardswomen retreated and put the squad leader down, and she retreated into the tent.
Hilis was exhausted, having came now five times. He felt that the last of his strength had been sapped, and indeed, as he closed his eyes he was not to know that he would never open them again.
