“Let go of me! Stop this!” But the warrior holding her arms gave her a warning slap – just enough to stun her – and presented his rigid cock to her lips.
“No need for crying, slut. You may as well open your mouth and do something useful with it.” Phaeka’s protests were soon muffled by the cock seesawing between her lips as the man crouched over her face. Anaria looked back over her shoulder with disbelief. Her mother was being raped right before her eyes. She had to stay calm, though. Anaria’s discipline, her courage, somehow survived the onslaught of what was happening to her family. She calmly caressed Gorlann’s testicles with her fingertips and resumed slurping on his dick. He looked down, impressed.
“Mmmm. Good girl. You aren’t too distracted by your mother’s cries? That’s good. You show some surprising mettle for a spoiled Imperium brat. Now stand up. It’s time we fucked.”
Anaria stood up. Her hand still grasped the base of his shaft, gently pumping up and down.
“Please Sir, please don’t let your men hurt them. I’m begging you.” She stared up into his eyes, imploring him with every fiber of her being.
“Hmm. Your plea is persuasive, bitch, but it would be MORE persuasive if your pussy was clenched around my cock. Jump up.” He lifted her into the air as she wrapped her legs around him. She felt the egg-shaped tip of his cock brush against her labia. Then she was poised above his massive erection. He looped his hands underneath her hips. She lassoed her arms around his neck. Slowly, he sank her down onto his raging cock. The rape began as he dropped her onto his girth, his cock stretching her tiny pussy until it seemed it could accommodate no more. Anaria bit her lip to keep from moaning. She couldn’t believe how much of it was inside her. Then the big warrior started his rhythm, lifting her up only to bring her crashing back down onto his cock. She squealed in surprise. It took some time to adjust to the violent plunges. To Anaria’s deep shame, though, her cunt gradually began to welcome each invasion. Her insides awoke with sensations and lust. A wetness began to build up inside of her, soon coating her rapist’s cock, her primal feminine self making it known that this was exactly what it desired. Her long, charcoal-black tresses shook with the force of her impalements, waving back and forth as her buttocks slammed downward again and again.
Gorlann’s grunts joined her more feminine gasps each time that cock fucked her like no cock ever had. A few teenage boyfriends with cocks maybe half his size had known her, that was all. This cock, like this larger-than-life man, was epic in scale by contrast. He bounced her on his cock like she was a rag-doll, her slender form impaled on his mighty prick again and again, her body helpless against the barrage of guilt-ridden sensations. She clenched her hands around the back of his neck and let out the tiniest of moans.
“Ahh.”
“Yes, you love it, don’t you bitch? You’ve never known a real cock before, have you?”
Looking up into his fierce, steely gaze, she licked her lips and shook her head.
“Kiss me, bitch. Show me how much you want your parents to live.” As he bent down to capture her mouth, she gave him the kiss he desired. She poured everything into it, holding nothing back. The two furiously continued coupling, her pussy bouncing obscenely along the length of his shaft, its glistening length sheened in Anaria’s fluids of arousal. It wouldn’t be long now. Anaria could feel the buildup of pleasure in her own body. She could surely sense it in his too, in the straining manhood pulsing inside her wetness.
She could hold back no longer then. Something swept her over the edge. She felt herself falling… or flying… she couldn’t tell which. Her cunt convulsed and gripped the shaft of her gladiator rapist with blissful, traitorous abandon. She moaned into Gorlann’s mouth, their tongues entwined, as her cunt gladly squeezed him toward a violent finish. And then that finish came. His cock spasmed, twitched, and exploded its geyser of sticky, life-giving sperm. She heard him growl. She felt his kiss turn bruising, almost punishing, as their tongues melded together. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his wiry chest hair as he held her body flush against his, spewing wave after wave of jism deep into her snatch. The girl sighed as she felt the last twinge inside of her, the last spasm of that cock deep in her pussy, violating her and yet somehow blessing her at the same time.
When she came down from the euphoric high, Anaria couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that this was real. ‘I just came on my rapist’s cock. I just found pleasure in my own rape,’ she thought bitterly. Meanwhile, even more appalling, she heard a woman moaning in the background. She heard a woman’s voice and she recognized that voice – that of her own mother.
Gorlann chuckled. “It seems your mother is learning to enjoy her predicament,” the man rumbled.
Anaria risked glancing over her shoulder once again. There she saw, on the patio table, that the gladiator was still pounding between Phaeka’s legs. His jiggling testicles and her pale, wide-spread thighs were almost all Anaria could see as he drilled her cunt like a tireless beast. The other soldier meanwhile groaned with appreciation. His hands now only gently held her wrists down. The fight in her was more than gone. Anaria’s mother was keeping her mouth wide open and taking him down her throat as he plunged downward in a stabbing motion, time after time. He faced toward her feet, his balls smacking just beneath her nose with each impalement.
Daggoth and Zhur, for their parts, had finally decided to tie up their Imperium male captive. Lord Kaelon had been stripped naked, tied to a nearby tree, and lightly beaten. His weary figure looked on, helpless, but Anaria could not deny the one appalling, unmistakable truth when she looked her father’s way. His cock was fully erect. His cock was hard and elongated to its uppermost limit as he looked miserably at his wife and daughter’s humiliation.
“Yes, you see it, don’t you little bitch? Your father is enjoying watching his precious daughter and wife get filled with the cocks of gladiators. Hmmm. Who knows, perhaps this is a secret fantasy of your father’s, watching you and your mother get TAKEN.” Anaria wanted to say no. She wanted to shout, ‘Shut up you sick bastard!’ but no words would come. Instead, she merely stared in hurt disbelief at the heavy-lidded yet tormented look on her father’s face. There was sorrow in those eyes, an apology there, but Anaria sensed that it was an apology for more than just his inability to protect them. A tiny kernel within told Anaria that a shred of Gorlann’s horrific accusation might just be true.
“Now,” Gorlann continued, giving Anaria’s cute ass an affectionate swat, “eyes forward, bitch. You pay attention to ME, remember. I’m the one who will determine your parents’ fate.” As he said this, she could already feel his reinvigorated cock hardening once more inside of her. With the lubrication of his cum and her own fluids, he now resumed their fucking. The man was relentless. His cock seemed to be equally superhuman. Anaria held on for dear life, her arms wrapped around him, as he resumed slamming her jism-soaked cunt onto his rejuvenated shaft.
“AHHH. Yes. Now let’s fuck some more, and while we FUCK you can tell me why you think you and your parents deserve to LIVE, Imperium bitch.”
Anaria couldn’t believe this was happening. She felt rivers of traitorous arousal flow through her again; her cunt already gratefully accepted the shaft sliding in and out of her, raping her body and soul. She looked up into those unyielding eyes. What could she say? She said the first thing that came to her head. Part of her even desired it, begged for it, and that was maybe the most devastating thing of all.
“Please Sir, I’ll be your slave. I’ll be your sex slave,” she gasped.
His voice turned ominous. “Is that what you think I want, bitch? Slaves? You think my mind operates like you Imperium scum? Wanting to mindlessly amass more and more wealth and power? That’s not what I want, bitch. I want JUSTICE. I want REVENGE. I want to take everything that your people have taken from mine. I want to take everything from the Imperium bastards and sluts who flaunt their own power and beauty and leave only the scraps for everyone else to live on. So tell me again, bitch, why should I even let you live? I have no need for a sex slave. I can fuck you until I tire of you, burn your parents’ villa to the ground, take your lives and have my vengeance. What more could I want?”
To Anaria’s surprise, she didn’t feel fear just now. This man was threatening to take everything from her – her parents, her very life – and yet she couldn’t bring herself to feel loathing or even terror. Instead, she marveled at this wounded, broken husk of a man. Now she remembered where she had heard the name ‘Gorlann.’ She remembered the story of the gladiator and his dying wife. She realized, suddenly, exactly what he had lost. She realized that her own society had turned him into this brutal creature that stood before her and fucked her even now. In place of fear or loathing, she felt only empathy – not even pity, but true empathy.
She looked up at him, no guile in her eyes, only naked truth.
“I can think of no reason for you to let me live, Sir Gorlann. You are right. I was oblivious to the world outside of my villa’s carefully tended walls. I lived in a bubble of privilege while you suffered… while so many suffered. I was part of the problem, whether I knew it or not. I see that now. I deserve whatever comes,” she said simply. Then, using her clasped wrists around his neck for leverage, she pulled herself up and whispered in his ear. “I only ask that if you kill us, you at least make it quick. Or, if you feel mercy in your heart, I ask that you let my parents go, and I will stay and serve you. I will be your apprentice, if not your slave. I will work beside you, strive to see the old world torn down, as you would have it. That’s all I can offer you. I realize that much. I am but a girl. I would offer you that, though, if you would take it, paltry as it is.”
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