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Phaeka watched as the two men circled warily, each clenching their knife. The gladiator named Wulfkar and the unnamed Xokothi slave were locked in a deadly dance. The wife and mother only hoped that the two men could provide a distraction long enough for her to free her husband, find her daughter, and get her family far away from here. The town of Bheketha had fallen, and everywhere the sounds of raping, pillaging, and the ransacking of once dignified family villas echoed in the distance. She knelt at the foot of the tree to which her husband had been tied. The rebel gladiator who had captured her, Wulfkar, had been forcing her to suck her husband’s cock for his own twisted amusement when the Xokothi slave and 13 of his fellow slaves had interrupted them and demanded that Wulfkar ‘share’ his feminine prize – her.
Now, as the two men fought over her like an object, this was her chance…
“Can you walk?” She looked up at her husband, who nodded. Kaelon’s body looked bruised and battered but otherwise whole. She stared at the tight knots that held him in place, the bindings looped across his torso and waist. Her gaze darted across the ground looking for anything – a jagged rock perhaps – which would let her cut through the ropes.
Meanwhile, behind her the lethal dance of Wulfkar and the Xokothi reached its apex. Wulfkar darted toward the Xokothi, his blade swiping out. The Xokothi dodged and sent a blistering counterattack at the gladiator. But Wulfkar was ready for it, twisting just barely free of the vicious slash. His foot hooked behind the back of the Xokothi’s leg, and he used the slave’s momentum against him when he tried to change directions, sending him tumbling backward to the earth. Before the Xokothi could react, Wulfkar had his blade pressed to the man’s neck, looming over him as the victor.
And yet, it was a deceptive, almost pyrrhic victory. Around him, Wulfkar was only too aware of the Xokothi warrior’s 13 comrades. They now encircled him. He kept the blade pressed to the panting Xokothi’s throat.
“Do you have a name, friend?”
The Xokothi’s bright eyes narrowed. “Okotwe.”
“Well, Okotwe, I think we can come to a compromise after all. You share your prize, I’ll share mine,” he agreed, “but on my terms. And I reserve the right to trade my cunt for yours, a permanent swap.” He was referring to the girl Shinatri, the slender and petite 18-year-old captive who even now stood among Okotwe’s men.
Okotwe’s expression eased. “You fight well, Arena-scrapper. Fair enough, you have yourself a deal.” Wulfkar stood up and offered Okotwe a hand up. The giant Xokothi took it.
“Listen to this man,” Okotwe raised his voice, addressing all his men. “We have come to an arrangement. He has courage; if he honors his word, we will honor ours.” That last part was a well-known Xokothi saying. The circle of dark-skinned Xokothi parted for the two men, and that was when they saw her before she was ready. There they beheld Phaeka just a slingshot’s hurl away, frantically sawing at the ropes binding her husband with a jagged stone.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, bitch?” Wulfkar rushed in, pulling Phaeka up by the hair. She dropped the rock with a squeal.
“Clever girl. Thinking to use our fight as a distraction, hmm? I think you’ll have to pay dearly for that.” Wulfkar glanced at Okotwe, who remained content to let the gladiator take the lead.
“Untie the husband and bring him over to the table,” Wulfkar said. Okotwe nodded. Meanwhile, Wulfkar dragged Phaeka over to the patio table and barked at her to get down on all fours. Trembling, she obeyed.
“Please don’t hurt me, Sir. I’m sorry for trying to escape. It won’t happen again, I promise! Please Sir, you don’t need to –” Her babbling abruptly ceased when Wulfkar gave her a hard slap on the ass.
“Quiet, bitch. I have a special punishment in mind for you and your husband. You’ll take it without complaint or I’ll throw you to these Xokothi wolves to gang-rape you as they see fit.”
That shut her up. Phaeka already had a strong notion of how brutal these Xokothi could be. Even if she hadn’t already seen Shinatri’s devastated and disheveled state, she had heard stories about the Xokothi – both their sexual prowess and the impressive stature of their cocks. Looking at the dark-skinned shafts all standing ramrod straight, surrounding her, she realized that by all appearances the rumors were true. It haunted her, though, seeing poor Shinatri. Her daughter’s best friend stood naked among those beasts with her wrists bound in front of her. One of them was fingering her pussy while another licked and sucked on her nipples. All the while Shinatri just stood there, her bruised face expressionless, proof that she had already lived through a nightmare of rape and come out spiritless on the other side.
“Mmmm. You get to watch a fellow Imperium slut get raped, you lucky girl,” the Xokothi fingering Shinatri’s pussy growled. When she didn’t respond he gripped her roughly by the chin and forced her gaze to meet his. “You do consider yourself LUCKY, don’t you cunt?”
Her distant eyes managed to focus, and Shinatri whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I am…very lucky.” The revolting Xokothi pig now pressed his lips to Shinatri’s for a sloppy kiss as he wormed his fingers deeper inside her brutalized sex. His mouth muffled her unwilling moan.
Phaeka’s heart clenched, seeing Anaria’s best friend reduced to no more than a plaything for these vile men. Yet she had her own mounting worries to contend with now. She looked back now to see, in shock, that they had released her husband and forced him to clamber onto the tabletop behind her. He stood there now, the man she loved, uncertain and fearful. His wild eyes darted around at the gladiator and the 14 Xokothi slaves who now surrounded them. Wulfkar glared up at him.
“Listen up, Imperium scum. Here is your task as punishment for trying to escape. You will fuck your wife in the ass. We want a good show now. If you give us a good enough show, we will even let you two go free.” Phaeka couldn’t believe they expected him to do this. This psychotic gladiator had to be just saying this to toy with them. With a sinking heart and a knot-twisted stomach, though, Phaeka realized that he was dead serious. Only one stubborn glimmer of hope remained, like a moth’s fluttering wings whispering in her ear, telling Phaeka that maybe, just maybe, they would be true to their word and let her and Kaelon go free once this was all over. In some ways what made it even more appalling was a truth that these awful men didn’t know. Phaeka loved anal sex. She and her husband did it frequently; in some ways, she preferred it even over vaginal sex with her husband. It was her and Kaelon’s guilty secret together. Now that made it all the more shameful. Phaeka blushed as she saw her husband apply a generous coating of spit along his cock. He then leaned down, letting a few large globules of saliva drop into the woman’s anus.
“Be strong, sweetheart. We’ll get through this,” he whispered. Saying this, Lord Kaelon positioned his mushroomed-shaped cock-head at Phaeka’s tightest opening and slowly thrust himself inside her. Phaeka bit her lip and stiffened as she felt the invasion into her butthole. She tried to relax her muscles, letting Kaelon’s cock embed itself fully. Even with the copious saliva as lube, it was difficult. Her sphincter finally gave way before him. As last, he was seated fully inside of her. His testicles kissed her smooth butt cheeks as he slowly pumped in and out, forward and backward, ass-fucking his wife in front of an eager audience. Lord Kaelon’s hands rested gently along his wife’s torso as he tried to plunge his cock tenderly into her anal opening. Meanwhile the Xokothi called out and jeered, spurring him on or mocking him in turn.
“That’s it, Imperium pencil-dick, give your wife a good ass-slamming!” one Xokothi called.
“Fuck her harder. You call that fucking? Those are just love taps,” another slave shouted.
The impatience of the crowd seemed to grow. They were not expecting this tender anal coupling that was unfolding before them. After a while, Wulfkar leaned in, conferring privately with Okotwe. Moments later the big Xokothi stripped and mounted the table behind Lord Kaelon. He turned to his men.
“It seems this pathetic Imperium dandy doesn’t know how to properly ass-fuck a woman. I will grace him with my instruction.” So saying, he spit into his hand and began to lube up his gigantic black cock. The 10-inch behemoth soon strained skyward, fully eager and elongated. Then he crouched behind Kaelon. The Imperium nobleman looked backward in fear.
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
“I am instructing you, scum. I will give you the rhythm, and then you give it to your wife. Better relax those muscles.” Saying this, Okotwe positioned his cock at Kaelon’s ass and violently thrust himself balls-deep into his victim. Kaelon shouted at the top of his lungs.
“What’s wrong? Have you never known a man’s cock before?” Okotwe said with a note of sadistic glee. “Among my people, men and women often co-mingle. We are not such prudes as you Imperium.” Then, establishing a firm, brutal rhythm, he began to fuck Kaelon’s ass with hard plunges, ordering him to copy his cadence and level of force as Kaelon fucked his own wife. Face contorted by the overwhelming sensations, ashamed that an odd thrill of pleasure mingled with the pain, Kaelon obeyed. Wulfkar and the rest of the slaves watched as the dual anal-rape progressed to a furious flurry of movement – Okotwe slamming into Kaelon from behind, and Kaelon reaming Phaeka’s ass just as vigorously. The sounds of loud groaning and moaning soon surged through the air. Naked bodies slammed together. Phaeka felt her eyes water as Kaelon’s cock punched between her ass cheeks. She was not used to this level of roughness; always when they did this in the privacy of their own bedroom he was exceedingly gentle and tender with her; not now. Now he did not have that luxury. Survival demanded that they obey their sadistic captors. So he fucked her hard, his shaft driving like a hammer between her smooth ass cheeks, his balls smacking against her skin with each savage thrust.
“Oh my god. Yes, Kaelon, yes. Fuck me.” She didn’t know how or why the words slipped out, except that the incredible assault of stimulation had seemingly begun to melt her mind and replace it with sheer instinct. Phaeka soon realized with appalling intensity that her pussy was almost gushing. Arousal coiled through her like a raging river. She couldn’t believe this; being fucked tenderly was erotic and sweet, but this rougher, more savage anal experience took her to a higher level, bestowing this euphoria her body couldn’t deny no matter how much guilt riddled her soul. She hung her head in shame, grunting and glorying in the intense intimacy of that cock claiming her ass, sliding in and out in a blur of speed and power.
The jeers and mocking shouts meanwhile had grown to a clamorous din as the Xokothi spectators became aware of the victim’s surrender to lust.
“Look at the Imperium slut! She’s wet! She loves it!” one man cried.
“She’s going to CUM!” another Xokothi roared with delight.
Sure enough, Phaeka felt the unstoppable wave of pleasure pulling her under. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit in a mind-melted delirium as Kaleon’s cock pounded her ass again and again. Her nipples had pebbled up now, almost painfully erect. Then she was coming, hard, thrown off a cliff into an infernal sea of delight, her libido exploding in a shower of sparks that left her convulsing and crying out.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!!”
Meanwhile, Okotwe sensed the nearing of his own pinnacle. “Yes! YES! Let’s come together now, scum,” Okotwe shouted, sensing how equally close her husband was right now to release. Even as Phaeka felt her cunt twitching in the throes of bliss, Kaelon’s cock kept pummeling her ass, extending the orgasm.
“OH my god. Yes! YES!” Phaeka whimpered. A second wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her fluids dribbled onto her fingers, rushing down her hand and wrist. Then she felt her husband seize up inside her. A shiver of jealousy twinged through her empty, cock-bereft cunt.
“OHHHH!!!” Kaelon groaned, a plaintive cry of agony and bliss hopelessly intertwined as his cock twitched and spurted its love-juice deep inside her ass.
Simultaneously, Okotwe thrust himself balls-deep in Kaelon’s anus, his swelling testicles resting against Kaelon’s ass cheeks as he deposited what seemed like a gallon of sperm deep in Kaelon’s bottom. It took what seemed like an eternity for the two men to empty their balls. Kaelon didn’t know what to think of the foreign sensation of his insides coated with spunk. As the three came down from their highs at last, dazed and sated, sobering reality slowly reasserted itself for the husband-and-wife captives. Okotwe pulled his semi-firm shaft out of Kaelon’s ass. It dripped with fluid and a trace of blood.
“Mmmm. Your husband has a nice ass, bitch. I think I was a little too rough with him though. Let’s let him rest.” He nodded to his men, who now proceeded to drag Kaelon away to retie him to the nearby tree trunk. Panting and ashamed, Phaeka was only glad that her daughter had not been here to witness it all. She couldn’t help but wonder if Gorlann, the rebel leader, still had Anaria with him back at the villa, or what he might be doing to her. She looked over her shoulder at Okotwe.
“Please, we did what you asked. He fucked me in the ass. Please, please will you let us go now?”
“Why would we do that?” Wulfkar interjected. “You Imperium scum have not even begun to pay for your many years of oppression and negligence.” He gave the looming Xokothi a pat on the shoulder. “All right, let’s do that trade now. I’ll take the young bronze-skinned cunt. You can keep this noble ‘lady’ for yourself. Have your way with her. Make it rough and nasty.”
“But you said you would let us go if we cooperated!” Phaeka wailed.
“We say many things, Imperium cunt, but we are under no obligation to honor them – not with treacherous Imperium scum who care about nothing except their own skins.” Saying this, Okotwe nodded to his men. One of the Xokothi thrust Shinatri into Wulfkar’s arms. With their trade complete, the men now set upon poor Phaeka. She flailed and struggled.
“No! Please stop!”
“Let’s take her into the woods, men. I have a very private and intense ‘surprise’ in mind for this one. We’ll also see how many cocks we can stuff into this bitch at one time. That sounds like an entertaining challenge, does it not?” The men cheered. One of them had already bound Phaeka’s wrists behind her with a piece of torn cloth. Okotwe now grabbed her himself and threw her over his shoulder. With a hand fondling her naked ass, he began to hike up the hill toward the tree line. His men followed close behind.
“Please let me go! Don’t do this! Please! You can take everything we own. There is great wealth inside the villa – priceless furniture. I have jewelry! Please!!” the woman cried. But the big, nude Xokothi warrior ignored her screeching pleas.
“Come. Let’s see if we can fuck this whore to death,” Okotwe said with a flashing grin. He shifted his hand and caressed Phaeka’s pussy as he strode toward higher ground. “You may as well start getting wet for us, bitch. It will be a long day for you… let’s hope you survive it.” Meanwhile, he waved goodbye to Wulfkar over his shoulder. Wulfkar watched for a long time as the big Xokothi figure and that of his men slowly receded into the distance, at last melding with the trees.
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MEANWHILE, IN LORD KAELON’S VILLA…
Anaria guided Gorlann up the marble steps to the second floor, where her mother kept her most prized valuables. She felt his heavy footsteps behind her. Somehow the girl felt hyper-aware of the muscular gladiator’s every movement. Ever since he had raped her – twice – her feminine instincts seemed extra attuned to him, if that made any sense. Although a very real and conscious part of her loathed him, a subtler, more primal feminine side of her felt drawn to his intoxicating power. As long as he spared her parents’ lives and let them go, she could learn to serve him… at least that was what she told herself.
“Stop.” She paused at the entry to her parents’ master bedroom. She felt Gorlann’s hand grasp the nape of her neck. His other hand cupped her right breast ever so softly.
“No tricks, yes?”
“No tricks, Sir, I swear. I will take you to where my mother keeps all her jewelry and prized gemstones.”
He caressed her right nipple. His lips whispered near her ear. “That’s a good girl. From now on you will call me ‘Master,’ understood?”
“Yes, Master.” Anaria felt bewildered, the way his simple praise of calling her a ‘good girl’ sent a tiny thrill of satisfaction through her. She should feel nothing for this brute’s compliments. She should abhor everything he was. Because of this monster, her town of Bheketha lay in ruins, her family in shambles. And yet somehow, against all odds, her instincts couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about any of that.
The gorgeous raven-haired girl guided him to a hidden panel set in the wall just beneath her parents’ bed. Applying pressure in two places at once with her slender fingers, she opened the secret compartment and drew out a large draw-string pouch. Placing it on the bed, she nodded toward it.
“This is all of it, my mother’s gems and jewelry.” The hulking gladiator quickly and unceremoniously dumped out the bag’s contents on the bed. Emeralds, amethysts, rubies, citrines, and even a few small diamonds glittered in the late afternoon light. There were other varieties of gems also, too many to quickly name, in the priceless hoard that lay before them.
The gladiator picked up a silver-chained necklace and stared at the gem dangling below. The precious stone bore an orange tint kissed with sun’s gold, like a burnished bronze only more vibrant somehow. It reminded the gladiator of the color of a fine, freshly brewed ale.
“What is this called?”
“That is called amber,” Anaria said. “Master,” she quickly added, “it is very rare.”
Gorlann’s gaze switched to the girl. “Turn around. I want to see how it looks on you.”
Anaria was stunned at the man’s order. Only minutes ago, his cock had been pounding into her, savaging her, raping her. Now he seemed almost tender, the way he looked at her. It confused her. Apparently even a monster could be more than just a monster. She turned around and brushed her long, dark tresses aside. He attached the clasp of the necklace at the back of her throat, then had her turn around to face him. Anaria felt self-conscious, standing completely nude before him except for the beautiful amber necklace dangling from her neck. His gaze swept from her face down her neck to the gem, then further down her belly to momentarily linger on her cunt and hips.
Gorlann grunted with satisfaction.
“It looks good on you, slut. You’ll keep it. Wear it. It enhances your beauty, and that’s no easy thing to do.” He chuckled. “In fact, I think that necklace may be the only ‘clothing’ I will ever allow you to wear outside of battle, so I expect you to appreciate it.”
To her surprise and dismay, Anaria found herself blushing. She noted that his cock had hardened again.
“Ah, you look like a goddess, my cute and sexy Imperium cunt. Were it up to me, I would fuck you right now on your parents’ bed. Alas, as a leader of this war band I must place limits on my own indulgences. We must get back to camp. I have told the others to reassemble there. Come, my girl-apprentice. Come and meet the men you will learn to fight alongside in the days to come.”
She helped him put the jewelry and gems back in the draw-string pouch, which he hefted easily. Now, as he took her hand and guided her out of the room, Anaria wondered what Fate had in store for her. She had no idea what her life would be like even one day from now, let alone ten or twenty. To her shock, a tiny thrill swam through her heart. It wasn’t that she didn’t still loathe this man on many levels, but her sedate, completely predictable existence had come to an end. Her parents’ plans for her – her betrothal to Elari – had so carefully circumscribed her entire existence until now. All of that was coming to a close, and though she would never have openly admitted it, part of her felt excitement at the prospect.
Despite this man’s brutality, she would use the opportunities he gave her to forge a life – a life that would be her own.
THE END FOR NOW… -->
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