How the fuck had he landed up in this shit?
“But first .. let’s have this foul thief warmed up.”
The first strike from that springy switch made his eyes pop. This time stinging on his arse. The next made him gasp out loud. Smarting. Out there before the jubilant mob he’d had twenty straps laid on his arse already. Burning, bruised, hurting like fuck. And now set on fire .. burning torches searing on his bare arse. Conan couldn’t stop himself. He yelped.
What had got him here? Greed. But that effigy of her god .. with its huge diamond instead of a massive boner .. what decent thief would not do everything to get his hands on that prize? But things had gone tits-up. Conan was running with sweat. His heart was pounding. His arse .. thrashed before the mob till tears ran free .. now again beaten to stinging buggery. Scorching. THINK! He had to out-think this bitch .. this he-bitch. But Conan couldn’t think straight.
But …. FUCK! … He HAD to. But he was coming up with nothing. Desperate, instead he spat his anger into her face.
“You’re no priestess. You’re a man. Bitch.”
A strike on his arse made him gasp, a burning tear sprang from his eye. He bit down hard on his lower lip. Refusing to give the bitch the satisfaction of his cry. But struggling to hold things in.
She laughed back.
“THAT is news? Look around, fool. You think everyone here is as stupid as you?”
Catching his breath, in desperation he snarled back.
“That mob outside doesn’t know …..”
“To blurt that out .. there’d have to be a tongue in your head.”
Memory of that guy with his cock rammed down his throat shrieked in Conan’s head. Was that going to be him? Conan shuddered at the thought. His own studly jewels sliced off. GAGGED. Silenced with Old-cocky.
“But first .. before your agonising execution …… Thief, murderer …..”
She was giving Conan a sadistic smirk.
“Desecrator of a god. Castrating a god.”
Her hand extended out towards her temple–helpers. Lithe, muscled, young men eager to do her bidding. Inviting Conan’s attention to them. And then her fingers pointed out every one of the leather-clad temple guards. Indicating them singly. Muscle-headed brutes every single one.
She smirked at Conan.
“But first .. I fancy making a great gift. To THEM. Of you. Making you the temple-bitch …….”