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.
