No one could say he hadn’t been warned, it was what she did. Conan was stood in full glory .. throwing his best boner .. roped up against his belly. On fire. That stinging cane endlessly slashed across his hard-on. And she’d settled back watching. Unconcerned. Like she’d seen this a thousand times.
He’d taken that on board .. she tortured her victims .. he’d bought into that. But THIS ….? He was lost for words. Tears of anger .. tears of pain streamed down his cheeks. And .. fuck it .. he couldn’t come up with anything. His cock! Old-cocky was on fire.
And, on top of that, earlier his arse had taken a savage thrashing. The mob had been promised his execution. Not good! Not turning out as planned.
Days before .. still scouting the scene .. Conan had witnessed another gathering. A thief had his balls sliced off .. one by one. To the ecstatic screams of the mob. His cock severed .. stuck in his mouth .. gagged. And then left to bleed out. That hadn’t worried Conan. Old-cocky never let him down.
But his motherfucking crew had ….! He was fucked. Was that going to be his fate? Unless he came up with something ingenious ……
Conan had eyed back her defiant. Refusing to show the nervousness in his guts. Stilling the screaming burning in his rampant cock. Things had gone arse-up. He had to get himself out of this mess. YET …. something was niggling away at his guts. Something not quite right here. He’d watched her, he’d been close to her. Mesmerised by her presence. But what was that feeling gnawing away at him?
Had he ever seen muscles like that on a bitch? Poking out from that cropped top .. belly muscles like nothing he’d seen on a woman. No woman he’d ever had.
His eyes shot to her shoulders .. projecting out from that armless tunic. Where was that softness of form? Where was that femininity of shape? NOW .. dressed in temple guard leathers .. Conan saw her different.
FUCK! SHE was a HE!
The priestess .. he or she? .. Conan’s head was spinning …..…
“THAT ….. “ From back on her throne, “her” finger was pointing. Old-cocky, sore and raging-hot, was being singled out.
“ …. inside me .. fucking me .. THAT going to send me out of my mind ……?”
How the fuck could he have got this wrong! A MAN! Conan saw the stupidity of his plan. But everything in his head was spinning. He couldn’t take anything in.
She drew something from behind. A piece of wood. Carved. A giant carved cock. Black ebony, glistening with oils. Conan froze.
“What you think …..? A god’s gift ….”
She waggled it. It was enormous. Wide. Long. Menacing. A giant cock.
“Will something like this send YOU out of your mind …..?”