“How about that?” After a prolonged period of silence inquisitor Matas said with a sigh, “I must admit – you were quite a pain in the ass, but fortunately it’s finally over.”
“You realize you’re wasting your time, right?” Lana asked in a hoarse voice surprising, everyone present. Even Leo expected her to go down without letting out a sound.
“There is still some time till the sunrise.” Inquisitor shrugged and pointing at the two warlords said, “And for some reason they bare a grudge for you intending to kill them.”
Lana glanced at Saida Baltis and Jana Levin without a change in her expression and sat up straight closing her eyes as if what transpired in the courtyard didn’t have anything to do with her. Una, Tia and the others followed the suit, pissing warlord Baltis off.
“Ivo! You’re up!” She angrily said, “Make sure you leave all of them barely alive so they can closely observe their friends having fun.”
“Yes, master!” The half naked male-slave said and slightly bowed, but the next moment he took off the short skirt becoming completely naked and for some reason most of the surrounding soldiers gasped in shock and a hint of panic flashed over the faces of captives.
“Oh! So that’s why … impressive ...” Inquisitor Matas said with a nod.
“Ye, she likes to show off this specimen.” Warlord Levin plainly stated.
It was unclear Jana Levin didn’t like Baltis’s slave or was jealous and wanted him for herself, but the owner currently beamed with pride. Apparently warlord Baltis was about to enjoy the upcoming show.
Leo couldn’t understand what the commotion was about, but after Ivo took few steps towards the captives and turned around to ask ‘whom should I punish first?’, he noticed the reason. In fact, it was impossible to not notice the thing bigger than Leo’s forearm dangling between Ivo’s legs.
Even though he was at most fourteen years old, just like any other man Leo instinctively wished for his manhood to be of a larger size, but what he currently saw made him unclear to be envious or feel pity for the male-slave.
‘There is no way he could run or climb a tree, right? Except if he used that thing like an actual third leg …’ Leo thought to himself in shock.
“Let’s start with Lana Rimkus.” Warlord Baltis said and pointed at Lana with her chin, “I want to see the looks on the faces of the others as they witness their great commander loose her dignity. But make sure you’re still able to do all of them … going against the empire requires a proper punishment.”
Ivo turned to Lana and said to the nearby soldiers, “Alright. Hold her down tightly – there might be some screaming and squirming. Make sure to press her shoulders to the ground … ye, like that. And cut her legs free … yes, spread them … alright, now hold …”
Apparently his orders were immediately followed as if they were given by warlord Baltis. Four soldiers held Lana down while Ivo knelt between her legs and few times stroke his thing which instantly grew in size of a grown man’s arm. Currently even Leo was clear this was not a male nor a slave, but rather a torture tool and while he could theoretically understand punching or cutting, or even killing, this kind of activity was beyond the common sense.
Besides him and the monster-like male-slave all the other people in the courtyard were women! Why would they do something like this to one of their kind?! And even though inquisitor Matas and warlord Levin observed the proceedings with expressionless faces, warlord Baltis seemed to enjoy it! Why? Why not just kill the commandos and be done with it?
While Leo was inwardly struggling, Ivo tore off Lana’s leather gear, few times spat on his thing that somehow grew even larger.
“Here we go!” He said with a wide grin, but got startled by a young voice coming from the entrance to the courtyard.
“It’s wrong!” Leo blurted out and immediately regretted it.
Not because Perla Doubis instantly slapped him, but because he attracted the attention of the inquisitor and the two warlords who up until now were fully focused on Ivo. Of course, he didn’t intend to interrupt the torture – it was just that he clearly remembered apes humping each other from behind, Bimpo and Onataka doing Runamata while she was in the kneeling position and even that damned Brandon died humping Barbra ape-style. Lana being pressed on the ground on her back was obviously wrong, but for some reason no one intended to turn her around … thus the involuntary slip of the tongue.
Fortunately the confusion in the courtyard lasted only for a brief moment and when Ivo’s thing entered Lana with a loud sound as if something was getting teared apart, everyone fully focused on them once again. But the next moment eyes of all the present widened in shock.
Lana began to passionately moan, clearly indicating she was enjoying the procedure and pissing off both Ivo and warlord Baltis at the same time. But while the latter just uttered ‘What the f*ck!’ the former became angry and started trusting harder and harder only to be welcomed with more passionate moans. Even the other five captives opened their eyes and stared at their leader in disbelief, but a heartbeat later the confusion was cleared up.
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The four soldiers who held Lana down were as shocked as everyone else and involuntarily loosened the grip, but it was all she needed. Moans even didn’t stop when she threw the soldiers off and grabbed Ivo by the root of his thing.
The male-slave earlier guessed correctly – there was going to be some squirming, but the sole squirming motion not only hurled him away – it also uprooted his manhood. Leo was familiar with Lana’s iron grip that could easily tear apart jaws of a lynx, but even he was caught by surprise although he was certain from the beginning the super-woman would not give up so easily.
She sat there panting and bloodied all over in her tied hands holding a thing that closely resembled an elephant’s trunk quickly shrinking in size, from one end spilling more blood on her.
Lana glanced at her squad members, then widely grinned at inquisitor Matas, threw the thing in her hands at warlord Baltis and said, “Bye, bye!”
It probably was some kind of a code and served as a command, because the next moment Lana and the other five captives hit their own chins in a strange fashion and after the sound of six necks simultaneously breaking echoed through the courtyard, their bodies lifelessly collapsed on the ground.
“Aaaaarrrrrhhhhhh!” A terrifying scream of agony returned everyone to reality.
With both hands Ivo grabbed the spot where his proudest possession was once attached to and began to roll around in pain, but it was obvious he would soon follow Lana and her girls to the other side.
“Shut him up!” Inquisitor Matas ordered and the closest soldier to Ivo immediately drew her sword and stabbed him in the hart.
“Now that was a letdown.” Warlord Levin said with a sigh and drank few big gulps of whine.
It was unclear if she actually was sad the torture abruptly ended or felt schadenfreude for warlord Baltis loosing her precious male-slave. Be as it may, the latter became furious.
“No! Ivo!” She screamed and jumped towards Lana. For someone her size she turned out to be incredibly fast.
“You bitch!” Warlord Baltis continued to angrily shout and stomped on Lana’s chest that instantly caved in under the heavy foot, “You killed my Ivo!”
She kicked Lana few more times completely mutilating her body and in the end heavily stepped on her head blowing it up like a water melon.
“Stop it!” Warlord Levin became annoyed, “Look at the mess you made!”
“F*ck you! She killed my Ivo! I want a compensation!” Saida Baltis barked back and glanced around as if looking for one.
She couldn’t do anything to Meda Matas or Jana Levin, but besides soldiers, there was only Perla Doubis in the courtyard. Others automatically glanced the same direction, but while the old spy almost panicked from everyone looking at her, Leo realized inquisitors stare landed on him.
“You!” She said and pointed at Leo, “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”
Leo felt his heart skip few beats and remembered Silvio’s warning. Well, he did get caught – what now?
During the past months he played out few scenarios in his mind in case something like this happened, but none of them were passable in the presence of the inquisitor and two warlords. These people were way too smart and strong and there was no way to survive playing a fool.
‘But maybe they are too smart?’ Leo got a quick idea, stepped forward and deeply bowed, still holding the tray with skewers.
“The rebels were incredibly strong and vicious. It was never safe around them.” Leo guessed his arrival with the commandos will be revealed in a moment, therefore he immediately posed as a loyal subject of the empire or at least someone who disliked Lana and the rest.
“Who is he?” Inquisitor asked Perla Doubis.
“He … he’s Leo.” She stuttered, clearly realizing the trouble she was in. But just like the young male-slave she knew the honesty was the best policy for now, “He initially was the male-slave of Lana Rimkus’s group. They kept him because of the culinary skills … I realize how it looks like, but he had never been present during any meetings or had other duties – they made him cook … a lot. And I thought I could keep him afterwards ...”
“Moron!” Warlord Levin snorted.
“He’s mine!” Saida Baltis dashed over to Leo and grabbed a skewer in each hand, “A compensation for Ivo!”
“Just how stupid are you?” Jana Levin began to laugh, “Do you realize the meat might be poisoned?”
Warlord Baltis almost choked, but inquisitor Matas ignored them and commanded, “Speak!”
Leo bowed again and said, “Of course, your excellency!”
The frequent bowing allowed him to take additional time to think and he didn’t shy off to use it.
“I was captured few months ago after crossing the mountain range in the east …” Leo began one of the stories he prepared in advance.
From his experience with Lana’s squad he knew the region beyond the eastern mountain range was mysterious and since he had no way to prove he was born in the empire, there was a chance someone might find interesting what went on in mysterious kingdoms named ‘Voodoo kingdom’ and ‘Sacred kingdom’. Of course, he also didn’t ‘hide’ how Lana and the others abused him while performing atrocities everywhere they went – all in all he tried to behave like a common civilian cook who was captured by bandits.
Him having cooking skills was the main trump Leo possessed and even though he didn’t particularly like warlord Baltis, her being a glutton was the lifeline he currently sought. Her first reaction also didn’t let him down – he was more than willing to become a warlord’s chef. At least the kitchen would always have enough meat for him as well and sooner or later he could persuade her he needed to go to look for spices in order to run away at appropriate occasion.
Unfortunately it was not meant to go as smoothly as Leo hoped.
“What is that?” Warlord Levin asked pointing at him the moment Leo finished the story.
“It’s also a stag, just on skewers. I figured you won’t have the time …” Leo began to answer with another bow, but warlord interrupted.
“I’m talking about the thing on your back. What’s that?”
“Oh! It’s a weapon, your excellency!” Leo answered without a change in his expression.
Up until now he hadn’t seen any male-slave with a weapon, but for this he also had a nice story prepared. Surprisingly warlord was not interested in it.
She turned to the host and asked for explanation, “Perla?”