Off in the distance a hammer could be heard. Kyei squirmed in place with the rest of the captives in the line as the first taps were heard. There was a long pause in the rhythm of the blows. Kyei and all the other women rubbed their legs together helplessly, not a single one of them was dry. Then the pounding started again, this time every blow was accompanied by the frantically pleasured screams of the woman who was being sacrificed a half mile down the road. After several blows the hammer went silent but the screams continued. They mixed with the screams of the woman hanging a half mile behind Kyei on the pole she had passed as the end of the line came in sight. Even now the girl at the front of the line was detached and led forward as the row of captives waited patiently for the line to move again.
Beside Kyei's row of captives, legionnaires and other captives marched down the road at the normal pace. The Valkans had taken a head count and detatched those that would hang on victory poles while the rest marched to their various fates in Valkam. As the line moved past, Kyei saw Nillys move by. The short blonde's glance met hers as she passed and her smile twinkled as she saw how few women there were between Kyei an a pole of her own.
"Give freely." Nillys called. Kyei watched her go, wondering what fate would befall her. Jayan's stories of the pantheon of Oum left many potentials for their fate. Kyei wanted to know how they would end. More than that, she wanted to choose how she would meet her end. It was bizarre, she knew, seeking to survive just to pick a method of dying. The call was upon her though, no denying it. Still, Valkam seemed so grand and extravagant by Jayan's tales as they talked after satisfying each other every night.
When Kyei had asked Jayan if she would hang for her, the Valkan girl had acted like she hadn't heard then feigned sleep. Kyei had not asked again for fear of upsetting what was likely to be the last lover she would ever have.
The line moved forward after giving the sacrifice a good head start. Marching down the road they passed the woman they had heard getting hung earlier. Having just been hung she was screaming in orgasmic bliss, her legs were thrust out wide and perpendicular to the pole, giving the passing captives a perfect look at the stake piercing her vagina. Kyei stared along with the rest as they passed by. That would be them soon, it was impossible to not think about what it would feel like when their turn came. Kyei could see why Jayan had fantasized about it growing up. The enraptured expression on the face of the hanging woman said it all, it was a great way to meet one's end.
The hammer sounded off the preparatory taps in the distance, and Kyei's heart began to speed up again. She had been aroused all day long as she saw the end approach. The anticipation was fraying her nerves and her inability to please herself with her wrists secured high against her back was driving her crazy. Other women had to be helped along as they trembled from anticipatory orgasms. Kyei wanted to get off, she wanted to lay with Jayan, she wanted to see more sacrifices. The amount of her desires stacking atop each other was driving her mad. The hammer began again, and more pleasured screams rang out. With every delayed echo of the hammer and scream of pleasure Kyei felt her desire surge within her in a buildup of tortured anticipation. Kyei hardly noticed as the Valkans brought out the sleeping mats and Jayan came to detach her.
Kyei followed the blonde for a few paces, then began to outpace her. Impatiently dragging her captor along with the rope as an excited dog would pull their master. Jayan hurried along but tripped behind Kyei as they went over the small berm by the side of the road. Before Jayan could right herself Kyei pounced upon her. She kissed her hard on the mouth, knocking their teeth together as she thrust her tongue forcefully inside the Valkan's mouth. Jayan attempted to resist and push Kyei off, but the bound Bischetti refused to let their bodies come apart. Using her unbound hands Jayan was able to push Kyei away enough to undo her tunic and sword belt before Kyei launched a new desperate assault.
The blonde laughed playfully and succumbed, allowing Kyei to rub their bodies together in frantic search of the release she had sought all day. Before long both girls were locked in a sweaty, trembling embrace as they came together.
Jayan laughed again as she lay panting. Kyei paused to catch her breath but the sound of the last screaming sacrifices caused her body to continue to smoulder with desire. Jayan's pack lay open, discarded haphazardly during their frantic embrace, and peeking out, Kyei spied Jayan's double sided dildo. Hands still bound behind her back she fished the phallus out of the pack with her mouth. Using dexterity she wasn't aware she possessed, Kyei balanced the device against the pack and drove one end into her. As she grit her teeth against a second orgasm that rocked her body but supplied no relief, she looked over at Jayan. The Valkan had rolled over and was panting still, raised on her hands and knees.
Clenching to keep the tool inside, Kyei positioned herself behind her lover. A slight prod against the swollen lips of her slit caused Jayan to gasp in surprise and look over her shoulder as if to escape. Kyei moaned like an animal as she drove the shaft into the other girl, who shrieked as she was taken from behind. Again Jayan attempted to escape and again Kyei bore down on her with insatiable lust. After two half hearted attempts to assert herself, Jayan again surrendered, meekly accepting the vigorous pounding from her captive.
Baala had raised the moon high into the sky when Kyei finally contorted with an orgasm and her strength failed her. Balanced on her haunches with the rod still stuck between them, Kyei gasped broken breaths of air as she twitched and convulsed helplessly against the pleasure her body could no longer withstand. Beneath her, Jayan lay in worse shape. Her unfocused eyes stared at the night sky as her body lay limp and spasming. Her lips moved in wordless gasps that seemed to beg for more. Kyei collapsed upon her lover and rolled to the ground beside her. Their bodies rested against each other as they smoldered in the afterglow of the fiery passion of a doomed woman and her desire. Off in the distance, the hanging women along the road still shrieked weakly and hoarsely, while other final couplings continued to fill the night with sounds of sensual goodbyes.
The nearest sacrifice suddenly let out a shriek of intense pleasure, piercing the tumult as the army "rested." Kyei studied Jayan's sweaty face as her eyes closed at the sound and an aftershock of pleasure caused her to shudder. Fate whispered in Kyei's ear and in turn Kyei whispered into Jayan's. The two fell into a deep and restful sleep as the night marched on.
The midday sun beat down on Kyei as she remembered last night. Her body no longer trembled at the sound of hammering and she felt as rested and ready as she could ever be. The woman directly before her was led off down the road to her pole, and Kyei stood at the crux of her destiny.
The line moved forward and Kyei walked with steady legs down the road. The sound of hammering and screaming came from just up ahead, but kyei stood in serene silence as she waited. Her fate was down the road, just a mile ahead. She had lived her life as best as she knew how and would accept the fate the gods and titans had set for her. She listened as the screaming intensified and the hammer blows stopped and waited to be led forward.
Jayan came from down the road and untied her from the line. Jayan's face also portrayed a serenity that bespoke the afterglow of their passion the previous night. As the girl who was the new front of the line whimpered and squirmed, Jayan led Kyei down the road.
They walked quietly out of the view of the line of captives, and Kyei expected to see the priests and her pole waiting for her just around the next bend. Without warning, Jayan turned and kissed Kyei hard on the lips. With the same intensity Kyei had seized her the night before the blond thrust her tongue inside Kyei's mouth and entwined their tongues in a wriggling oral embrace. Kyei felt Jayan's arms wrap around her and savored the feel of their bodies pressing together. When Jayan pulled away, Kyei felt her arms drop free of the rope.
"Hurry!" Jayan said in a frantic voice as she began to strip herself. Jayan had already removed her sword belt before what was happening finally registered to Kyei. With a sudden rush of excitement she undid the rope around her neck. She then watched, mesmerized as her lover stripped to meet a fate of her own choosing.
Jayan's expression was one of calm concentration as she unclasped armor and belt with her trembling fingers. Once she had removed the military attire she seemed to sense Kyei's eyes upon her as she stripped the clothes underneath. She lifted her tunic slowly, her fully erect nipples caught on the cloth and dragged them up ever so slightly before letting her breasts spill out with a hypnotic jiggle. As she bent over to remove the loincloth that was her final piece of clothing she met Kyei's eyes as she bared herself. Now both of them stood aside the road, completely nude, eyes locked together tight as any embrace.
"Jayan!" Kyei breathed.
"Kyei!" Jayan answered. The two embraced and kissed one last passionate kiss before Kyei began to hurriedly dress in Jayan's clothes.
They fit loosely, but not so much so that anyone was likely to notice. The Valkan leather breastplate was adjustable and Jayan cinched the straps with practiced ease. Then the blond stood docile as Kyei tied the green string and rope around her neck and wrists. The two looked each other over carefully, then continued down the road with Kyei in the lead. Kyei suddenly felt her heart pounding with fear, what if there was some ritual she was supposed to observe while handing the captive off? What if they asked her for some Valkan passcode she would not know? What if they noticed her Bischetti accent? The next step brought her into the view of the hanging party, though. She would have to improvise.
"Bring her on up." The Legionnaire in charge said as he wiped sweat from his brow. All of the men of the hanging party were stipped bare to the waist in most cases, a few were completely nude under the hot sun tying their manhoods to their legs or stomachs to keep them out of the way while they worked. Kyei tried to keep calm and tugged Jayan along towards the party, while Jayan panted as if she had run the half mile to get here. Two men had just finished digging a hole for the victory pole and were placing wooden braces in place around the area. Three more men hefted the pole itself out of the back of a cart full of the tall trunks of wood and laid it on the braces so that the tip rested in the hole but the pole sat raised diagonally on the braces, waist high at its highest point.
A priest of Rhal came over to take the rope from Kyei's hands and led Jayan to the pole. He paced a distance from the hole and made the blonde straddle the pole on her trembling legs and then lean back against it. From his belt the man took out a razor and some kind of lotion that frothed as he rubbed it on the hair of Jayan's crotch. He nodded Kyei and another man over as he sharpened the razor.
"Hold her still, don't want to cut her." The man said as if he was a carpenter asking someone to hold a nail in place. Jayan's face was an unreadable mess of nervous fear and giddy anticipation as Kyei took her place, holding her down by pressing upon her chest and grabbing her trembling thigh to hold it against her leg while the man opposite her did the same. The priest shaved her in a few swift, but sure strokes and wiped her groin clean with a towel. Jayan's crotch glistened beautifully in the sun and Kyei felt a small pang of regret that she would never taste it again. She met her lover's gaze again and saw the same feeling, but then the lovely blonde smiled a girlish smile. This was what she had always wanted, after all. She was meeting her fate with a smile. Kyei resolved that when the time came, she would do the same.
The priest then picked up a coil of rope from the ground and began to lace it around Jayan's body in an intricate and beautiful pattern of knots. He slit the ropes binding her wrists and then tied them again behind the pole as he secured her upper body to the wooden victory marker. His final two lashes tucked between her legs as he wrapped the rope tightly around the pole and whetted the last bit of rope before knotting it.
Kyei watched it all with rapt attention, holding knots and Jayan secure while the priest lashed her down. As the finishing touches were applied she idly wondered how men were offered. She got her answer when the priest sent her to the cart to get a stake from the jugs that hung from the sides. Aside the jug where the stakes soaked in what Jayan had described as an elixir of sacred herbs were planks with blocks of wood with holes in them soaking. It was not hard to imagine where a male captive's sex would be placed as they hung from the pole.
Kyei almost reached into the liquid to grab a stake but noticed the tongs hanging from the rim of the jug and decided to use them instead. As she brought the dripping stake back to the pole a legionnaire was pounding the horizontal plank into the pole between Jayan's legs. Every time the hammer came down Jayan gave a desperate little gasp. Her smile still stretched ear to ear, but her eyes and heaving chest betrayed her nervousness.
The plank between her legs had a long slit in the middle, which the priest eyed judiciously as he put his hand through the slit and his fingers touched perfectly between Jayan's lower lips. The blonde let out a desperate whimper as his fingers touched. Her chest began heaving more and more as she began to panic. Her panicked smiling face was locked with Kyei's as the priest took the tongs with the stake out of Kyei's hands. Panicked whines came out with Jayan's every breath as the priest wedged the stake through the slit, touching it ever so slightly to the lips.
Jayan sucked in air and held her breath. Her mouth opened, still smiling, and formed soundless words as her whole body began to tremble so hard the ropes began to creak. Carefully tucking the gloves back into the pocket on his belt, the priest nodded to a strapping, fully nude legionnaire with a mallet, who in turn mounted the small steps built into the wooden supports holding the pole. He straddled Jayan, who glanced at the naked rump before her while still moving her mouth in a soundless prayer. The legionnaire nodded at Kyei and the other legionnaire to grab Jayan's legs. The other legionnaire tossed Kyei a leather strap while he wrapped his around Jayan's ankle. Kyei did the same and together they pulled the blonde girl's legs wide apart.
The legionnaire raised the hammer, and Jayan looked towards the tool as if it were the hand of the god she gave herself to. Her body glistened with sweat, nipples erect and pointed skyward. Her muscles tensed with gorgeous tension underneath the pattern of ropes that held her fast. Her face was flushed with arousal and the smile she had on her face had traces of grimace in it as she set her jaw against what came. Kyei braced herself as she watched her lovely partner of the past few weeks prepare for the ordeal of sacrifice.
The hammer came down, slowly at first as the legionnaire fought gravity to bring the weight of the head over the apex. Jayan shut her eyes tight and clenched her teeth in a mad smile as she sucked in air. The hammer sped up and struck the spike cleanly, driving the stake an inch inside Jayan's quivering lips. Jayan jerked violently against the ropes and Kyei and the other legionnaire strained to keep her legs in check. A husky shriek burst from Jayan's mouth and a spray of pleasure squirted around the stake that dug into her. She barely had time to suck in more air as the legionnaire brought the hammer back down burying the stake inside her.
As Jayan thrashed against the ropes and screamed with inhuman pleasure, the legionnaires began to get hard. Two guards, standing off to the side, were openly masturbating as they watched the ritual. Kyei wished she could touch herself as the female legionnaire at the reins of the cart was doing. With every blow, Jayan's body writhed with pleasure that blended with her wanton screams to make the whole event hypnotic in its appeal. After five blows, the stake was in deep and flush against the plank. It probably reached Just to the entrance of Jayan's womb but there were nearly four inches of stake left for her to slide down before she hit her bottom on the plank.
The legionnaire hopped off the steps and Kyei and her opposite were allowed to let go of the straps. Jayan's legs began to thrash wildly, clenching now, spreading wide the next, kicking in all directions as she began to stop screaming, clenching her teeth as her body was rocked by nearly constant orgasm. Kyei and the rest of the legionnaires moved to the ropes that trailed from the top of the pole and began to pull the pole upright. As the shaft slid into the hole, the stake drove deeper into Jayan. Though the space of stake that entered could be measured in the width of a fingernail, Jayan screamed and squirmed with intensity that suggested miles.
Finally the pole slid home, and Jayan sprayed again as she clenched her teeth against another scream. Kyei was desperate to pleasure herself now, and it seemed she wasn't the only one. At a raised eyebrow from the strapping muscle mound that had pounded the stake home, Kyei found herself braced against the fence on the side of the road taking it from behind. The man spent himself once then moved on to drive stakes in other captives and probably consummate the act with other women as well. Other legionnaires had some frank discussion and carved something at the foot of the pole before walking off. Kyei sat by the side of the road, pleasuring herself with Jayan's dildo. No one passing by seemed to think anything was out of the ordinary and Kyei counted herself lucky as the fence blocked her from the view of the other sacrifices who might recognize her as they marched by.
During a breather, Kyei idly wondered if the screaming victory banner on the pole still had Jayan inside. Could it be that her former lover had died the moment the stake was crammed inside her. Was the writhing form on the pole merely a statue carved from the flesh of what had been Jayan. Even if Jayan had not yet perished, what madness would assault one pleasured by constant climax? Thinking these thoughts, Kyei drifted off to sleep as the shadows began to fall.
"Kyei!" Jayan's strained voice woke Kyei sometime during the night. There was a full moon that shone upon Jayan as she hung, still panting and writhing, but gritting her teeth and speaking desperately. "Kyei!"
"I'm here, Jayan." Kyei said moving to the bottom of the pole where Jayan's bleary eyes could see her.
"It's so good, Kyei! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I took it from you." The blonde panted from her perch.
"It's okay, I can always get back in line if I want."
"No! No, Kyei, you mustn't!" Jayan strained against the ropes, each syllable of coherent speech obviously an effort. "Rhal is talking to me! He has need of you." Kyei was stunned. Although she had been raised to give proper reverence to the gods she had never thought to be called upon by one of them. Kyei stipped bare in reverence and dropped to her knees before Jayan's hanging form.
"What does mighty Rhal wish of me?"
"Go to Valkam! Choose your fate there. When the time comes you will save all of Mesk. Through valor, or through sacrifice, the choice is yours to make." Jayan grunted the words through her clenched teeth.
"I will do as the god wishes." Kyei pledged. She rose and began to dress again. She would set out at first light she decided.
"Kyei?" Jayan called again from atop the pole. "What's the longest bet? At the base." Her voice was quavering as her control began to slacken. Kyei looked at the carvings in the base and found the bets on her longevity carved there with names.
"Three months, by some man named Hullyr." She said reading the carving by moonlight.
"I'm going to make Hullyr some money then!" Jayan said before losing herself once again to the pleasure.
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