The battle was over and all that was left was mopping up and the disposal of prisoners. It had been a hard fight, but the Drallan cavalry had won the day with a well-timed charge into the left flank of the Amazon army. The warrior women had retreated in disarray, but Yalik, the Drallan commander, knew they'd be back another day. Now it was time to tend the wounded and dispose of the prisoners. Captured Amazons were popular slaves and the survivors would bring good prices in the slave markets of Zan, the Drallan capital. As commander, Yalik would be entitled to 1/10th of the slaves captured. He licked his lips in anticipation. Most of the Amazons were robust, attractive young women. And good slaves once they were broken to it.
He strode back to camp and took his seat under the Drallan standard. Soon a group of warriors approached, dragging a struggling Amazon captive. She was a tall blonde with a magnificent body. Jeris, one his aides, accompanied the group. He explained that the captive was Leia, the Amazon commander. Yalik sighed. Too bad. She was a beautiful young bitch with long, magnificent legs. He'd have enjoyed breaking her to slavery. Teaching her to appreciate cock instead of cunt. But she was a high ranking officer and the rules were inflexible. Leia would be crucified in front of the troops and the captives. "Strip her, brand her, and take her tongue. Then prepare the cross."
He watched as they stripped the struggling woman. She fought and cursed, but she was no match for a dozen strong Drallan troopers. She was quickly stripped and thrown to the ground. Eight of the troopers pinned her, spreadeagled, as Yalik's personal physican brought the branding iron. She bit her lip and struggled to remain silent as the Drallan symbol for 'slave' was branded into her forehead. She failed at last and Yalik smiled as she arched her back and screamed in agony. He had no sympathy. If she'd won the battle and he was in her place, she'd be slicing his balls off. As she screamed, the physican dropped the branding iron and grabbed her tongue with a pair of iron pinchers. She fought frantically as he pulled hard on her tongue, slicing it off as far down as he could. Then cauterizing the stump with a hot iron handed to him by his female assistant.
Leia went to the cross the next day at noon. The entire army assembled to watch. The 1131 slaves captured the previous day were forced to kneel and watch as their former commander was put to death. Each slave was nude and bound tightly, arms outstretched and tied to a pole laid across the slave's shoulders. They wept as they watched Leia whipped to the cross. The x-shaped cross was lying on the ground in front of the kneeling slaves. Leia was bleeding from the whips when they threw her down and nailed her to the cross - one heavy nail through each palm, two through each foot. As the cross was raised, her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream of agony. When the cross was fixed in position, Leia's feet were at the height of a tall man's head. Yalik let Leia and the slaves suffer for several hours under the hot sun. Then he took a spear and walked over to the cross. Leia was alive, but in great agony. He carefully slipped the point of the spear into her vagina and then drove it upward with a hard thrust. Leia's back arched and she grunted in agony. The sprear pierced her vitals and loosed a torrent of blood. She was dead in minutes. It was time to divide the slaves and begin the march back to Zan.
End of Chapter 1
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