“Harlots are punished in the square in front of the Citadel. At twilight, after the workday is over, so all the men in Petra can attend. The other harlots are forced to watch from behind a screen set up near the platform. The Lyceum is always crowded on Correction night. All the men know the harlots will be eager to please us afterward, for fear they’ll suffer the same fate if they don’t. Get there early so you have a good view. The square will be packed.”
Hisham headed off to the dining hall, eager to share the latest news. Kaden strolled back to his room to ponder this development. He needed a few hours of peace and quiet to lay out his plans.
If the whole town gathered in the square tonight, it might give him the freedom for some long-overdue reconnaissance.
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AJ stifled a scream. Her vagina spasmed around Thelo’s invading finger.
She’d brought herself to orgasm many times with the mechanical device she inserted during holographic sex. But this physical violation was so intense, so personal. She could feel the heat of him inside her, the stroking of her vaginal walls by his rough finger. To her shame, lubrication flowed.
He removed his finger, and she let out the breath she’d been holding.
Thelo’s eyes bored into hers as he replaced one finger with two. He probed deeper. Her treacherous body aided him, producing more slick fluid. When he massaged a spot deep inside her, AJ let out an involuntary moan, squirming on the table.
Thelo’s eyes darkened. He barked a command. One of the soldiers came to the foot of the table, grabbed her left ankle, and twisted her onto her side. With his other hand, the soldier delivered a sharp smack to her bottom.
AJ gasped. Thelo’s fingers were still inside her, and he plunged them deeper as the soldier’s hand connected again. She bit off a cry, stunned at the unfamiliar sensations pouring through her.
The soldier spanked her over and over. With every whack of his rough palm, a lick of flame seared the tender skin of her bottom. All the while, Thelo’s long thick fingers violated her, igniting a different kind of heat deep inside.
He snapped out another command, and the soldier stopped spanking her as abruptly as he’d started. He twisted her so she lay flat again with her heel back on the table, keeping one hand locked around her ankle. Thelo’s fingers never stopped their insolent invasion.
The high priest locked his eyes with hers and slowly licked his lips. Then, to her horror, he bent his head and ran his tongue over her clitoris.
AJ jerked reflexively. The soldiers tightened their grip.
She tried desperately to control her mind, but the intense, intimate physical contact was so new and unfamiliar. He licked her again, flicking his tongue back and forth, making the core of her pleasure grow hard.
All her mental training disappeared. To her shock, her body responded to the savage treatment the same way it did in her sessions of self-gratification.
She panted heavily, fighting the surge of erotic sensations – bottom stinging, vagina wet, the bud between her legs throbbing and pulsing. His hot tongue lashed her until she was shaking, ready to explode.
He stopped abruptly, leaving her trembling and confused. Withdrawing his fingers, Thelo reached for a rose-colored crystal vial on a chain around his neck. Removing the ornate silver stopper, he poured a stream of clear liquid into the palm of his other hand. When he rubbed his hands together, AJ caught a whiff of the scent. Spicy. Exotic.
His eyes locked onto hers once more, and he reached down, fingers stroking the puckered bud of her anal opening. The slick substance he’d coated his hands with felt cool at first, but as he continued, the sensation turned to warmth.
He watched her face as he slid the tip of one finger into her tight bottom hole. AJ could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The thought popped unbidden into her mind that her lower cheeks probably held the same crimson blush after the spanking she’d gotten.
His finger probed, pushing past the opening. Suddenly the warmth became a burst of heat. AJ tensed, automatically tightening her muscles. The heat intensified.
She wanted to squirm away, but that would only earn her another spanking. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to hold back tears. A lick of fire tore through her. He kept delving deeper, taking the burn farther into her rear passage.
AJ snapped. Whipping her head from side to side, she cried out, “Please, stop! I can’t take any more!”
Thelo obliged, pulling his finger out. AJ sagged against the table. Then he let out a wicked laugh and pistoned it in and out.
AJ thought she would die of shame. The barbarian was…he was…fuckingher rear passage. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will away the powerful sensations, but it was impossible.
Her bottom was stinging, her vagina aching for release, and the heat of whatever spices he’d infused the oil with had her bucking wildly on the table. Instead of stopping him, every gyration of her hips drew Thelo’s finger deeper.
When he quit, she was shaking so hard she barely noticed at first. But then she craved something big and hard inside again. Her tight back passage was stinging, burning. She’d welcome the physical violation if it would end her torment.
Thelo spoke again. AJ froze, keeping her eyes tightly closed. She’d thought her humiliation couldn’t get any worse, but, in the midst of the savage sensations bombarding her, she’d forgotten the general had been right behind Thelo all along, silently observing her shameful reactions.
He began talking.
“The high priest has tested your responses. He says you are not fit to be given as a chaste seraph to one of my men. You are far too depraved, too brazen in your responses. You are a harlot. You will join the other harlots in the Lyceum, available for any man in Petra to take his pleasure with you any way he wants.”