Mercy's Decree Part 3

“What have you got for me today?” Nox asked.

“We have an order from the imperial torturer and you’re up,” the hawk person said.

The hawk handed her a slip of paper and she looked it over.

“As forth coming as usual I see,” Nox replied.

“You know how it is over there,” The hawk said.

“I wonder how many poor bastards they got for me,” Nox replied.

The hawk just shrugged.

“Better go and get my tools,” Nox said.

The hawk went back to working and Nox walked away heading towards her workroom. The crustation guards clicked a greeting when she arrived.

“Just grabbing my tools, they need me in the dungeon tonight,” she said.

The crustaceans clicked at her in understanding, she went into her workshop over to her desk retrieved her tools sliding the leather case into her brand-new belt pouch.

Finally something useful in there.

She walked out of the workroom and then left the gelding wing waving at the hawk person when she passed by. She walked down the plain stone hallway past her usual entrance and into the main building where she found herself in a crowd of people. The hall of justice was open thirty-four hours a day, nine days a week and fifteen months a year which was another way to say that it was always open. Being late in the night mostly nocturnal beings, such as herself, were the vast majority of the crowd. Though like most places a large number of humans could still be found. She made her way past them heading towards the courts. Justice in the city was swift, and mostly brutal, with only non-violent offenders able to take Mercy’s Grace. The violent ones ended up in the dungeon beneath the hall of justice and enjoyed the torturer’s company before they were shipped off to the penal colonies. She passed a figure wrapped in a white cloth being led by two stern looking priestesses.

Looks like she took Mercy’s Grace.

Mercy’s Decree didn’t only apply to men though the women’s decree was drastically different. Instead of having a part of themselves removed women spent decades of their life in the service of the great goddess, they would clean her temples, feed the poor, tend the sick, and other acts that pleased the mighty deity. It was a hard choice with long hours of back breaking labor, the only benefit over a labor camp was the lack of beatings and plenty of food. She’d aways found it to be odd how much harsher women had it, men simply lost two small nonvital organs and would recover in a week or so where as women lost a good chuck of their lives, depending on the species, and if a woman broke the law again while in the service of the goddess she was sent to a nunnery for the rest of her life where as a man just went before a judge again and was sentenced like anyone else.

I suppose the goddesses expect more out of us.

She reached the door to the dungeon and showed her badge to the guards. They clicked and opened it for her, she stepped inside and felt a cool rush of air blow past her face. The air smelled of waste, sweat, and blood. She’d been down here a few times before with Gorka usually taking this assignment. She walked down a long spiraling staircase made from a dull gray stone before reaching a long hallway made from the same dull material. There were no cells in this part of the dungeon and no prisoners either. This place was for the guards and torturers who needed to change into or out of their uniforms. She walked the empty hallways until she reached the rear entrance to the cell block that had asked for her and entered though the thick oaken door. The changing room she found herself in had lockers lining the walls and short benching just in front of them. There was also a full-length mirror conspicuously located on the far wall, guards were supposed to look there best after all, she walked over to one of the benches sat down removed her shoes and socks then placed them on the bench next to her before standing up and taking off her belt setting it on her shoes. Next, she unbuttoned her pants, let them drop to the floor before stepping out of them, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the pile of clothing. After she had stripped, she removed her tool case from her belt pouch, folded her clothing and placed it in one of the empty lockers before walking to the entrance to the cell block. She paused for a moment to look herself over in the mirror.

Looking good Nox!

Her reflection shown a thin athletic woman with dark purple skin that had a faint bluish hue. Silvery freckles covered her body they seemed to twinkle in the soft light that filled the room. She winked at herself with one of her deep purple eyes before walking through the door. The stench of the cells hit her the moment she stepped into the dimly lit space, she wrinkled her nose and took a few breaths to get used to it before heading to the torturer’s room. The men in the cells started to whistle and catcall her until she shifted her tool case to expose the Gelder’s guild seal embossed on the leather. The seal, that consisted of a gelding knife crossed over a pair of the pliers used by the slavers or on livestock, was clear enough to inform them of who they were harassing. She smirked at the sudden silence; a human guard looked up staring in confusing at the nude woman standing before him.

“You asked for a gelder,” she said.

He looked up from her modest breasts, seemingly startled.

“Uh, yes Ma’am, uh over there,” he replied pointing at an ominous looking door.

“Thanks,” she said.

She walked towards the door looking back over her shoulder to find the guard staring at her shapely, though also modest, rear. He looked up and she winked at him causing him to grin, she turned back to the door and pulled on the thick iron ring it had for a handle. The hinges squealed loudly as the thick slab of wood pulled away from the opening. Her eyes watered as a powerful stench rolled out of the room. She blinked it away and entered the dim chamber, it was filled with the finest implements of torture available in the empire. She closed the door behind her and took a few steps into the room.

“You must be the gelder,” a man said.

She looked around and spotted him standing with is back to her facing a bench filled with knives, shears, whips, and other wicked looking things.

“I am,” she replied.

He turned around to face her and frowned.

“Why are you stark naked?” He asked.

“It’s a pain in the ass to get the stink out of my clothes,” she replied.

“Truth of the great goddess there,” he said his frown fading.

“Want to know why I ordered these bastards cut?” He asked.

“No sir it’s your right,” she replied.

He grinned and walked over holding out his hand.

“Best answer I’ve ever heard from one of you,” he said.

She grinned back and took his meaty hand, he was a gorilla like man around the age of forty. He was currently stripped to the waist wearing only a thick bloodstain pair of trousers and heavy boots.

“Bartholomew but call me Bart,” he said.

“Nox,” she replied.

“Well Nox I got twenty of them for you,” he said.

“Twenty!” She replied.

“Yeah, but don’t worry I’ll only have five of them in here at once,” he replied.

“I only do one at a time,” she said.

“Yeah that’s cause you’re carrying out Mercy’s Decree. Fear and pain are the punishment here so making the others watch is part of it,” he replied.

She nodded.

“You can back out if you want,” he said.

She shook her head no.

“I can do it,” she replied.

“Good!” He said patting her on the shoulder.

“Now tell me how you want to do it,” He added.

She thought about it for a few moments.

“How long do we have?” She asked.

“As long as you want, they’re mine until I say they aren’t,” he replied.

“Then I’ll do it with the cord,” she said.

“How exactly?” He asked.

“Well usually I put their balls in a loop and yank it down tight, stops the bleeding, but if you leave the loop on they’ll die in an hour or two. From what I hear it hurts and if you turn the lights up you can watched them change color,” she replied.

He rubbed his chin and nodded.

“I like it,” he said.

“I’ll still cut them and then dangle their balls in front of their face so they know it really happened, she replied.

“Good, good, I’ll have my boys bring them in when you want to start,” he said.

“Bring them in I’ll get the cords ready,” she said.

She went over to the bench and opened her tool case. She placed her knife along with the cord and her shears on the table and unwound a length as long as her forearm before snipping it with her shears. The room brightened as she unwound the next length. She heard the clattering of chains moments later and turned to see five naked men being dragged into the room by beefy guards. She wasn’t surprised to see that all of the men were humans, the city was mostly human after all, after looking them over for a moment she returned to her task cutting the rest of the cords she’d need for this group. She picked up the cords and walked to Bart who was standing in front of the men. A young nervous looking man wearing a simple shirt and trousers stood next to him.

“Jack this is Nox the gelder, Nox this is Jack my assistant,” Bart said.

Jack just stared at her breasts with his mouth hanging open.

“Close your mouth man! You’ve seen a pair of tits before,” Bart said.

“It’s not like he’s seen much of a pair looking at mine,” she added.

One of the men chained to the wall chuckled. She turned to see that the second one of the left had a stupid grin on his face. He was thin but still muscular with a mop of shaggy brown hair on his head and gray eyes.

“Guess we know who’s going first,” she said.

The grin fell from his face and his eyes went wide. She turned to look at Jack again holding her hand out, he hesitated but shook it.

“I don’t mind you looking so feel free so long as you don’t get yourself in trouble,” she replied.

“Ye, yes Ma’am,” he said.

She handed him four of the cords, he took them with a confused look on his face. She tied the remaining one into a loop and held it out.

“Work’s like a hang man’s noose, I’m going to put it around their balls and give it a yank the tie a hitch to lock it. It’ll cut off the blood and their balls will die, hurts from what I hear but I can’t really test it on myself so who knows, once I think they’re dead I’ll cut them off and then you’ll have a gelding,” she said.

Jack nodded he had an oddly curious look on his face.

He is a torturer’s assistant I guess it’s normal for him to want to know how to hurt people.

She went over to the man she’d selected.

“I, I was just funning you don’t have to do this!” He said.

She didn’t reply instead she crouched down in front of him and placed the loop over his hanging balls. It was warm in the room, surprisingly so considering how cold the hallway was, which made this part far simpler than usual. Jack crouched down next to her watching as she placed the loop.

“Do you mind lifting his cock?” She asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

He reached out and took the man’s member with his fingers and lifted it away from his scrotum allowing her to place the loop in the perfect spot. She tightened it carefully making sure it stayed in place.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked.

“Well if you get it to high up it’ll slide down when you pull the loop tight and tear skin, if it’s to low you won’t have a place to cut,” she replied.

“Why does it matter if you tear the skin?” He asked.

“I suppose it doesn’t here but when you cut them for Mercy’s Grace your supposed to be a gentle as possible while still making sure they feel the cut,” she replied.

She wrapped the loose end of the cord around her hand and held his scrotum with her other and then gave it a hard yank. The loop pulled tight and the man jerked tensing in pain.

“AH FUCK!” He shouted.

She tied the hitch into the cord locking the loop then let and stood back up looking at the man’s face, he was bright red and sweating she stepped away and took another cord from Jack.

“Mind showing me how you tie that?” He asked.

“Sure I’ll do it slow,” she replied.

She held out the cord and demonstrated how to tie the loop.

“It is like a hangman’s noose isn’t it,” he said.

“Yeah but it’s simpler to tie and it’s easier to adjust it,” she replied.

“Can you take the hitch out if you need to?” He asked

“Yeah you just have to pull the led,” she replied.

She went to the first man on the left he was a small man a little on the soft side, with a surprisingly long member and balls the size of hen’s eggs dangling beneath it.

“Dam you’re sure packing,” she said.

He just paled at her words looking away from her as if that would make her go away. She crouched down and Jack moved beside her, he took the man’s member without her having to ask and lifted it out of the way for her to work. She had to open the loop up a great deal so it would fit over his manhood and slid it up just below the base of his impressive member. She tightened it down and then gave it a good yank, he yelp and squirmed but didn’t swear like the first man. She tied the hitch and then stood back up preparing another loop and then moving on to the third man. He was tall and well-built though he was average between his legs. With Jack’s help she was able to tie him off quickly she moved on to the four man and noticed that his member was stiff and even had a drop of precum dribbling out of the head.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

“No, but I will once I get rid of those gross things dangling below that cock of yours,” she replied.

He just smirked at her, she prepared to put the loop on him but turned to face Jack for a moment.

“Could you face it that way he’s probably going to blow when I put this on,” she said.

“You can cut it off first if you like,” Bart replied.

“No that’s way too messy,” she said.

“True I forgot how much they bleed when you hack it off,” Bart replied.

“I thought we couldn’t geld them boss,” Jack said.

“That doesn’t geld them,” Bart replied.

“It doesn’t?” Jack asked.

“Gelding a man means you cut off his balls that’s it and we can’t do that, everything else is fair game so long as he lives,” Bart replied.

“Oh well if you do decide you want this thing out of your way let me know and I’ll get the iron hot for you,” Jack said.

She eyed the throbbing member for a moment and then shook her head.

“Na, knowing that it’s going to shrink down to the size of his fingertip is enough for me,” she replied.

Bart laughed.

“Well you heard her keep that thing out of her face!” He said.

“Yes sir!” Jack said.

He grabbed it and pushed it off to the side roughly, she slid the loop over his large balls and tightened it down. His member while she worked though she didn’t want it anywhere near her face so she didn’t tell Jack he didn’t have to keep forcing it so far. She gave the cord a hard yank and tied it off the man had flinched but didn’t so much as drip, something for which she was grateful.

“Guess we scared him soft,” Bart said with a laugh.

“He’s going to regret it that was the last time a woman’s going to touch his balls, at least while they’re alive that is,” she replied.

He laughed again.

“Well go get that prick tied up so we can relax for a few,” he said.

“Sure thing,” she said.

She went to the last man who was fairly average looking. His member was short but thick and his balls were average sized but hung lower than most.

“Got a lot to cut here,” she said as she put the loop on.

“Is that good?” Jack asked holding the thick member up.

“Yeah, I like taking as much as I can but some gelders cut close to the balls so there’s more skin left. They say it makes it heal faster but I don’t do follow ups so I couldn’t say,” Nox replied.

She gave the last man’s cord a yank tying it off and dooming his manhood.

“So what know?” Jack asked.

“Now we just watch their balls die,” Nox replied.

“Go get some chairs this is going to be a great show!” Bart said.