IV
"The bastards can't take your pride. Remember that!"
Galluble's mind was elsewhere but she faithfully listened to Zeema's whispered
hiss as the two huddle in the torture chamber. She fingered her blond hair over
her ear and bent closer to the warrior princess' lips. It was an awkward
position given the way they had chained Zeema for the scourging. Galluble winced
at the cramps Zeema must feel hanging by her arms from ceiling chains.
Not content to hang her the usual way, Julius and his troops had locked
Zeema's wrists behind her when they entered the chamber. A chain was dropped
from the rafters, hooked to the manacles on Zeema's wrists and then the slack
tightened. The "Psychomachia" proponent now hung face forward, doubled at the
waist, her long arms pulled up high behind her back.
"Zeema?" Galluble got closer and dropped her voice.
"Yeah, what is it? It better be good 'cause I'm not exactly in a position
right now for just Girl Talk."
Galluble summoned her courage before looking into her lover's blue eyes. She
put her index finger just before her lips and said, "Zeema...trust me, okay?
Just shut-up."
"What the...?" Zeema could not finish her sentence before her young pal
smothered her own lips with hers. She tasted the soft tongue sliding over hers.
Her eyes opened wider and then closed.
Her body swayed forward, prevented from smothering Galluble only by her bound
wrists. Her eyelids closed and she deeply sucked more of Galluble into her.
Breathing came in short gasps as her heart pounded. She gave as much of herself
as she took of Galluble.
Julius the Sweet elbowed the bishop's robes and said, "Let's see where those
two uhm, head. Okay with you padre?" Regardless of what the pious one had to
say, Julius knew in his own mind that there was more to see and that there was
no way he was going to allow this show to end. Just how often does an important
person such as himself get to see lesbo-bondage action anyway? Question asked
and answered. His satisfied smirk was hard to hide.
Zeema hung in chains. She softly protested only when Galluble broke away from
their kiss and was going to get more forceful until she felt the young blonde's
warm breath on her inner thigh. Zeema closed her eyes and slowly lowered her
head until her black tresses nearly touched the stone floor.
Galluble ignored the men in the corner and concentrated on the toned thigh
brushing across her cheek. Raising her head she saw Zeema hanging over her with
black hair as a curtain at one end. Being the savvy observer that the Scribe
was, she also made note of the hanging tits. The curtain of hair would give them
at least some privacy.
Kneeling under Zeema, Galluble reached up and fondled one of the chained
warrior princess' breasts. Her left fingers remained on the muscled thigh.
Galluble's other hand caressed the malleable orb. Zeem's body warmth stirred her
own. Galluble's mouth found its way to the protruding peg of flesh. Teeth
nibbled at the nipple. She felt the peg harden and grow. She sucked on it more.
Galluble felt Zeema shift her hips and moan. She sucked the nipple deeper.
Fingers from her other hand found Zeema's mound. They slid down and into the
burning slice. Galluble's mouth released the hardened nipple and tit. With a
secret smile, the Scribe knew that she had other "things" to do.
"Did I tell you this was going to be a show, or what? You ought to deliver a
homily on the subject."
The cleric shook his heavy girth as he chuckled. "Your Excellency, I am not
at all sure how those in the order or our parishioners would interpret such a
sermon."
Sweat dripped from Zeema's brow. Thanks to Galluble, she had forgotten all
about getting chained up. The little wordsmith was now sliding her tongue from
Zeema's nipple and along her abdominals. Zeema felt herself all gushy inside.
Zeema was about to clear her throat when she jerked. "Galluble, don't you
dare!" Her own voice rasped a lack of conviction and the short blonde ignored
her. She continued to ease her finger in and out of Zeema's tortured arse. Zeema
craned her head to gaze back. Between her legs Galluble was just beginning to
slide the tip of her pink tongue over the mass of tight black curls.
Zeema gasped. Lips sucking her clit electrified her. She felt Galluble
lapping, then Galluble's nose between her pussy lips. The finger in her ass...
The nibbling... The sucking and chewing of her labia. Zeema felt herself
surrendering. She felt an impossible slide toward the very real edge of an
imaginary drop into space. Her lungs gasped for air. Her muscles clenched.
