Part 4

Sazea stared out at the landscape of Venus Island almost dreamily. Her gaze started at the horizon, where she took in the vast jungle, punctured only by a stone temple rising out of the wilderness towards the sky, seeming to reach up in an attempt to touch the goddesses that it venerated. Closer to her tower was the city of Venus Island, a large, bustling place with a grand marketplace, a soaring castle, and row after row of simple but comfortable huts. She gazed down the marketplace, where all manners of food, pottery, handicrafts, tools, and weapons were for sale. Her eyes eventually stopped at the large stage at the end of the street, used for festival days and slave auctions. "Mistress Sazea!" Her reverie was interrupted by the shout of a young slave girl. The girl's small but pert breasts bounced about as she ran up the stairs; her fresh face and perky breasts gave Sazea the impression she was in her mid teens, her identity as a slave girl was revealed by her lack of adornment, for she wore only a simple loincloth. As for Sazea, she was High Priestess, and she was adorned accordingly. Her sandals were ornately fashioned, and had long, spiked heels to make her rise high above the slave girl or anyone else who was socially inferior to her. She also wore a fine silk robe, which hung loosely over one shoulder and fell all the way to just below her knees. It was ornately detailed with various religious symbols in a wide variety of bright colors. As the robe only covered one shoulder, so too did it only cover one breast, the other being bare, covered in body paint as colorful as the robe, and adorned with a glittering gold ring in the nipple. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and anklets also glittered, silent expressions of her wealth and power. Sazea's heels clicked on the stone floor as she approached the slave girl. "What is it?" she asked, looking the girl up and down with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. As for the slave girl, she was in awe of the High Priestess. "Mistress Sazea, the warriors are pleasuring themselves on the captured prisoner again. I hate to make trouble, but you told me to watch him, and I thought..." Sazea nodded. "No, you did the right thing, girl. We can't have our warriors getting pregnant, and even if they do not, it is a waste of his seed. For our population to remain strong, we must continue to breed strong, healthy women." Sazea then made her way down the stairs and towards the hut where they were keeping the captured prisoner. The guilty parties in her little investigation were evident immediately-- two women laughing and talking outside. "You! Have you no respect for the rules, the social order?" Sazea asked, quite irate. "Mistress Sazea, I assure you," started one of the women, but she was interrupted by Sazea. "I don't want to hear any of it," she replied. "This prisoner is for the breeders, he is not your plaything." "But Mistress, we only..." the other one attempted. "I have told you to be silent!" Sazea replied. "You are not breeders, you are warriors, it is not your place to have children! You are of no use to us if you are suffering the conditions of pregnancy... and without the proper fertility rituals to ensure a female child, at that. Needless to say if you give birth to a male you both will be exiled." "Mistress, I am certain I am not pregnant, you need not..." said the first, by this also identifying herself as the greater perpetrator in this crime. Sazea glared at them both, holding out her hand. "Give me your rings. You will earn them back when you have success on the battlefield to compensate for this breach." The two women sighed and reluctantly started pulling the metallic rings off of their fingers. "That will be sufficient penance for you," Sazea said to the woman who had apparently not had actual direct sexual contact with the prisoner. "However, you will need to come with me." The woman Sazea had indicated followed her somewhat reluctantly, sighing. "Please, Mistress, is this really necessary, I was..." Sazea interrupted her once again. "Yes, it is necessary, so drop any attempts to convince, cajole, flatter, bribe, or threaten me, or whatever you think you're going to do to get out of this. Now tell me your name." "Lana," said the woman with a sigh. "That's better," Sazea replied, smirking slightly as she led Lana up the stairs back into the tower where she lived and worked. She motioned silently to a large wooden table, over which Lana somewhat reluctantly bent. Sazea, meanwhile, opened a large wooden cabinet filled with a wide variety of books, scrolls, and other artifacts, and procured a long, thick lacquered rod with several leather straps attached to it. Its function became obvious as Sazea stripped off her silk robes, revealing her lean, golden brown body adorned with bright body paint, and slipping the leather straps around her thighs. The end of the long rod pressed against her womanhood, the end parted her pink folds ever so slightly. It teased and tingled her as it bounced about when she walked, and it brought her even more pleasure when she used it for its designed purpose. This was not to say that such punishments were entirely pleasurable, they were a solemn duty that she had to carry out, but she figured that there was no need to make them uncomfortable for herself as well. Sazea approached Lana, still bent over the table, licking her lips slightly at the sight of her. Yesterday and tomorrow she was and will be a mighty warrior, but today she entirely subject to Sazea's will; she is bent over, her perfectly shaped rear pushed upward, her pink folds ever so slightly visible between her tanned, toned thighs. Sazea pressed the tip of the long, smooth shaft against Lana's opening, raising a hand and bringing it down with a loud crack on the contour's of Lana's perfect ass. "Open your legs more, you know how this works." Lana hesitated, and her hesitation brought her another painful smack, and this time she opened her legs without delay. The truth is that she did not know how this worked. It was true that she had heard that those who engaged in illicit contact with the prisoners were punished appropriately, but she had never experienced such a thing firsthand. Until now, that is, she added to her own thoughts somewhat ruefully. Sazea delivered another strong smack to Lana's ass, all the while gently rubbing the tip of the shaft against her lips. Lana felt herself growing moister from the rubbing, but the hard smack of Sazea's hand was also, to her surprise, increasing the flow of nectar to her pink womanhood. Sazea noticed this as well, and brought her hand down even harder on Lana's round cheek, causing the humiliated warrior woman's body to buck underneath her, and the flow of her nectar to increase to the point of dripping out of her. Sazea then pushed forward, plunging the long, black shaft of lacquered wood deep into Lana, feeling it stretching her tight, wet hole. Lana cried out as it pushed deep into her, her muscles gripping it tightly as she shuddered a bit. Sazea then started to rock her hips back and forth quickly, sliding the thick shaft in and out of her. She dug her fingernails into Lana's back, holding onto her tightly as she started pounding the girl beneath her with the long shaft, the vibrations transferring into her pink sex and making her drip, the pleasures encouraging her to keep pounding Lana even faster and harder. Sazea's nails dug deep into her skin, her rear still stung from the slapping, and the hard thrusts in and out made her feel like she was being torn in half. The pain was intense, and yet, so was the pleasure, and almost delirious mixture of feelings washing over her as Sazea pounded her relentlessly, her body convulsing each time the thick shaft tore into her tight hole. Lana cried out, her hands gripping the table for support as Sazea slid back and forth behind her, pulling away and then slamming up against Lana over and over again. Lana felt a heat building between her legs, and Sazea's pounding soon brought her to an explosive climax, her body bucking completely involuntarily as her strong muscles gripped and squeezed the hard shaft, her sweet nectar pouring out and coating it as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, the pain seeming only to intensify the feelings. Sazea kept pounding her, and was soon exploding into gasps of pleasure herself, continuing to thrust hard even while her hips shook and her nectar started to ooze down her legs just like Lana's. When their explosions were complete, Sazea pulled out of Lana, the hard shaft thickly coated with Lana's juices. She pushed the girl down to her knees, shoving the shaft into her mouth. "Lick it clean," Sazea ordered, shoving the shaft deep into Lana's mouth, so deep that she gagged at first. Still, Sazea did not let up, shoving the long rod down Lana's throat. Lana slurped at it, licking the entire length as Sazea slid it almost all the way out of Lana's mouth, and then back in again. Her own taste was odd to her, but it was not entirely unpleasant, and so Lana drank it up without protest, though she did think this humiliation was a bit much-- it was not part of the punishment according to the letter of the law, after all. When Sazea pulled it out, it was still moist, but it was no longer coated with nectar. She grabbed some of Lana's hair roughly in order to dry it off, then walked away, laughing softly. "I hope you've learned your lesson," she said as she left.