Anaria slowly nodded, feeling queasy. At least she wasn’t directly helping torment the poor women, but she felt bad that she was being asked to betray their trust. She knew that if it meant sparing herself, she would do it, too, and that was what made her look down now in shame.
Gorlann now approached the missing senator’s younger sister. The woman’s name was Kaylanna. The two aunts were Juura and Maephina. All three woman were naked, their wrists bearing the red-encircled marks from the cruelly tight bindings of the ropes. Two of the women had the marks of a whip upon their backs, and those were the aunts. Kaylanna was for now still unmarked and relatively pristine. Gorlann approached the unconscious girl, admiring her beautiful curves. She did not have the child-bearing hips or the larger breasts of her two aunts, but her body remained mouth-watering all the same. The girl’s slender figure had a quiet grace to it which her long, straight flowing black hair and almond-shaped eyes only accentuated.
He tapped the girl’s left ass cheek.
“Wake up, cunt. I have questions for you.” But the woman didn’t stir. He motioned to one of the Xokothi. He brought over a bucket of water. Gorlann dumped it over Kaylanna’s head. The girl sputtered and jerked, her eyes flying open. Her pretty tits gleamed with wetness. Her slick body gleamed all over, which only enhanced her beauty.
“Please, let us go!” Kaylanna begged. “I need to get back to my son.” The young mother’s eyes shone in desperation. Gorlann ignored her plea and proceeded to lift up her legs, wrapping them around his buttocks as he positioned her pussy just above his cock. With a satisfied grunt he impaled her on his cock. He felt her sink onto him, her pussy snugly enclosing every inch of his throbbing length. He began to bounce her on his shaft, relishing the sight of her supple cones jiggling slightly to the rhythm of her impalements. Her tormented face, showing resistance to the pleasure his cock tried to give her, stared at him with bleak desperation.
“Please, my son NEEDS me,” the woman implored.
Gorlann had his hands underneath the woman’s hips, lifting her up only to bring her crashing down once more onto his cock. Gods, he could fuck this woman all night. He leaned down now, licking the woman’s nipples, then sucking on each of them, then playfully nipping at them, before sucking on them again with renewed vigor.
“Uhhhh!!!! Please stop! I need my son!”
He withdrew his mouth from the woman’s tit. “What you need, Imperium slut, is to answer my questions.”
“Please,” she whimpered again, “let me go.”
The grizzled gladiator kept thrusting into his helpless female captive. Her legs were wrapped around his muscular buttocks as he violated her, fucking her at a steady pace. He was being far gentler than his instincts usually allowed. His one hand slid to the smooth curve of her ass cheeks, caressing her.
“Now why would I do that? Besides, you already have the key to your freedom dangling right in front of you. Tell us where your brother hides like a coward. Tell us that, and you can go back to your son. You have my word.”
The young mother had seen no more than 26 or 27 cycles of the seasons, but her face had the look of a younger woman as she choked back a sob.
“Please… I already told your men, I don’t know. Please believe me!”
Gorlann focused on the snug squeeze of the woman’s cunt. He was close now. His one hand caressed her back while his other hand gave her buttocks a sharp slap that echoed in the woods. He upped the tempo of his fucks, their bodies slamming together as he felt the need for release reach its white-hot apex. He could see Anaria watching over the woman’s shoulder, witnessing this rape with horror-filled eyes. Gorlann was disappointed in his female apprentice. She didn’t seem to have the grit that he thought he had sensed in the spark behind her eyes back in Bheketha; no, she was just another whiny Imperium brat, nothing more. Perhaps it had been a mistake to take her on, instead of killing her back at her family’s villa. Those thoughts briefly swirled through the gladiator’s mind before they were swallowed up by a fog of pleasure. The muscular Prythian gripped Kaylanna’s butt cheeks firmly, bouncing her in a frenzy on his cock until he groaned. His cock burst, fountaining huge ropes of warm jism deep into the young mother’s womb. At last, his final drop of seed emptied deep in his captive’s pussy, he stood still again. He waited while his cock softened inside her and wondered if he had just graced her with another child.
Her tearful eyes continued to implore him.
“Please, I’ve told you the truth. I don’t know where he is. If I knew, I would tell you!”
With a sigh of satisfaction, Gorlann drew his cock out of his pitiful victim. His cock, glistening with her fluids and his own seed-remnants, now hung sated in the dim early evening moonlight.
“I wish I could believe you, whore, but I can’t take any chances. I have to be sure.” He turned to one of the Xokothi slaves and called out.
“Go get the whip. This young slut needs more convincing. A few well-placed lashes will get her talking, I think. Get the whip. Let’s make this cunt SING.”
“NO! Please! Have mercy!” Kaylanna wailed as Gorlann turned away and strode back over to Anaria. Even as Gorlann’s seed continued to ooze out of the woman’s snatch, she continued to cry out with plaintive calls for mercy, all of which went equally ignored. While the unnamed slave went to retrieve his whip, Gorlann gave his apprentice a pointed look.
“Well, bitch? Did you find my interrogation educational?” Anaria glanced toward the two aunts, Juura and Maephina. Two other gladiators had followed Gorlann’s lead. They now had both of the other captive women impaled on their cocks, raping them at a steady pace, their hands cupping the pale, alluring ass cheeks of their victims.
Anaria stammered, once more having trouble comprehending the level of brutality that these gladiators were willing to inflict.
“I did…yes, Master.”
“And what did you learn?”
At first, Anaria thought that Gorlann’s question was simply rhetorical, designed to simply emphasize his power and merciless strength over her and the other Imperium captives. It dawned on her, though, that he was serious – that he expected a serious answer. She took a deep breath and tried to give him what he demanded.
“I learned that…” What did he want her to say? Thoughts whirled and clashed inside her head. Was there even a right answer, or was he simply playing games with her, as cruelly as he knew how?
“Cat got your tongue, bitch? Worthless whore.” He snapped his fingers. Two Xokothi slaves and the two remaining gladiators sauntered over. Gorlann addressed the men.
“This cunt is more brainless than I feared. Give it to this bitch hard. Fuck her in all her holes. Drill her ass. Make it rough and nasty, and if you see fit to let her live, bring her back to camp when you’re finished with her.” With a tone of disgust Gorlann turned his back on Anaria and walked away.
Meanwhile, Anaria abruptly found a hand cupping her pussy.
“I’ll have my cock in here soon, bitch.” Another hand cupped and roughly squeezed her right breast before pinching her nipple. She groaned as she felt a third man’s cock graze the curve of her ass.
“Ever been ass-fucked, girl?” Oh no. Gods help her.
“Please, be gentle, I can please all of you. Please let me try to please you!” she squealed as one man pushed her to her knees and bent her over, a rigid cock looming right before her face. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip. Meanwhile, she felt a man behind her spitting into her anal crevice, pushing the saliva around her rim with his finger. Instinctively her anal muscles clenched tightly shut, trying to keep the invader out.
“Loosen your ass, Imperium bitch. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
While the man began to position the bulbous tip of his shaft at her tightest hole, Anaria squirmed with all the resistance she could muster, but it was no use. Simultaneously, the cock in front of her slipped into her mouth and the first beginnings of the cock behind her began to plow into her helpless bottom. As the slave’s dark shaft split her ass cheeks, Anaria’s cock-muffled scream tore through the clearing. The Xokothi raping her from behind thrust against her bottom, grunting with profound pleasure each time he joined their bodies as one. Soon the spit-roasted girl knew nothing but cock and the distant cries of her fellow captives.
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THE END…FOR NOW
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