On a rugged hilltop clearing above the town of Bheketha, Anaria's ordeal was just beginning. The 18-year-old Imperium girl now sat atop a rebel gladiator, one of four men to whom Gorlann, the rebel leader, had given her. They had been gang-raping her without mercy. Now, although she had satisfied one gladiator and one of the Xokothi slaves, there was still one gladiator and one slave left to satisfy.
The naked Imperium girl was straddling the gladiator, her cunt impaled on his shaft as she rode him with obedience and enthusiasm. Her hands, now bound in front of her, were placed with palms flat against his muscular chest as she fucked him. He looked up at her with greedy, lust-filled eyes, watching her perky tits jiggle with the force of her frantic movements. Meanwhile, the Xokothi slave had her head twisted sideways, his cock shoved between her lips. He had her long, charcoal-black hair bunched up in one fist, holding the back of her head; he was skull-fucking her now, ramming his shaft down her throat with such savagery that she could barely breathe, his balls smacking against her chin with each feral thrust.
"UUUU!!" She could only moan incoherently as the men abused her, treating her body like a plaything, a tool for their own delight. Shameful arousal coiled through her nonetheless, her nipples erect, traitorous, as she rode one cock and sucked another. She knew, too, that not far away three fellow Imperium female captives were in the midst of suffering their own forms of abuse. She could hear the two gladiators still raping Maephina and Juura. The two older women were aunts of an Imperium senator, and that wasn't their only crime; the rebels were also convinced that the poor women knew where their senator nephew had gone into hiding after Bheketha's fall. When the women wouldn't or couldn't reveal where the senator's hiding place might be, Gorlann had ordered their treatment to be just as severe.
Then there was poor Kaylanna, the senator's younger sister. Gorlann had raped her himself, then had her 'disciplined' by a slave's whip to reveal her brother's whereabouts. She had tearfully insisted she knew nothing, but it had brought her no mercy. Instead, in the background earlier Anaria had heard the sounds of the lash. Now Kaylanna's cries had died away, but that did not mean that her ordeal was over. In the corner of her vision, Anaria could see that more gladiators and slaves had a formed a line leading to the poor girl. They had tied her wrists wide to either side, her arms connected to two giant cedar trees. Even now she had her legs wrapped around her latest assailant, groaning as he fucked her while standing, his hands cupping her shapely ass while he grunted in delight.
"Please! I don't know anything! I don't know where he is! Please believe me!" Kaylanna cried.
But the gladiator fucking her shouted back with gleeful disregard. "Quiet, bitch. Your cunt knows how to hug my cock, and THAT is all I care about. Now give me a kiss, little slut. You can make this easier on yourself if you COOPERATE." Saying this, the ferocious rebel gladiator pressed his lips to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth even while she rode his cock. He shifted one hand upward, fingering the girl's ass, violating all of her holes at once. Their combined groans filled the clearing and sailed far into the surrounding woods.
All the while, Anaria tried to endure the attentions of her own captors.
"Are you enjoying the show?" the Xokothi slave raping Anaria's mouth now growled. He pulled his cock out of her throat, admiring the glistening sheen of her spit which coated every inch of it. He looked down at her as she sputtered and gasped for air. Anaria glanced sidelong at the rapes-in-progress and quickly nodded.
"Yes, Sir. Please, I'm enjoying the show. Please let me satisfy you."
"Show me how eager you are, cunt." The Xokothi slave presented his swaying cock to her lips once more. Looking up at him with as much seduction as she could muster, the teen girl smothered the head of his cock and began sucking fervently. Her eyes never left his heavy-lidded stare. Once she sensed his arousal deepening, she briefly slipped her lips free of his shaft. She took one of his testicles into her mouth, sucking on it with devotion, then gave the same tender treatment to the other testicle. 'I have to please these psychos. It's my only hope,' Anaria thought. The girl well remembered Gorlann's parting words to his men, to make her rape 'rough and nasty' and to bring her back to camp only if they saw 'fit to let her live.'
Meanwhile, beneath her and enshrouded in a bliss of his own, Trevius the gladiator watched her pubic muff grinding against his pelvis, her cunt gripping the full length of his cock as she moved her hips and humped him like a sex-addicted slave.
"AAAHHH!! Fuck, Diwari, you should try this pussy. This cunt is heaven around my cock. The gods have truly blessed us this day."
The Xokothi slave named Diwari sighed with similar ecstasy as Anaria re-smothered his shaft, her lips pressed in a tight seal, her jaw rippling as she impaled her mouth and made loud slurping sounds. She gave him a sloppy blowjob as saliva and pre-cum streamed down her chin. Keeping one hand bunched in the girl's hair, the Xokothi slave put his other hand lightly on her head. He was petting her gently even as the roots of her hair felt the sting of pain because of how tightly he had her long tresses bunched up in his other fist.
"She's a good sucker. We might have to switch places if you're up for another go after I blow my load in this Imperium princess' mouth."
The two men nodded in agreement, then re-focused on their own mounting pleasure as Anaria did what she could. Soon, the slender girl could feel the gladiator's cock straining inside her, the throbbing shaft's explosion now imminent. Meanwhile, she groaned as Diwari's dark shaft stabbed down her throat, his balls flush against her chin as she gurgled and fought to take in air through her nose. With a cry of joy, Diwari abruptly and unexpectedly withdrew his shaft, jerking it as it spewed with mighty bursts of jism - huge flecks of cum which now rained down on Anaria's forehead, nose, lips, and cheeks, and even in her hair. Anaria squeezed her eyes shut as she weathered the onslaught of sperm.
At almost the exact same moment, the gladiator beneath her let out a groan so intense that it almost morphed into a plaintive growl. He bucked up into her, his throbbing cock stabbing upward into her pussy as it twitched and fountained with surge after surge of sticky-hot seed. Anaria ground her hips, grinding her entire body atop his cock to wring out every last drop from the man's churning balls. At last, her cunt bathed in Trevius' stickiness, she felt him shiver in the last throes of his release. His cock softened inside her. It was over now, or so she hoped. Her face covered with cum, her cunt filled with her rapist's seed, the naked girl flopped forward against the chest of the gladiator beneath her and begged for mercy.
"Please, Masters, let me rest. I have pleased you, have I not?"
She looked down at Trevius imploringly. Trevius meanwhile stroked the girl's disheveled hair, rubbing Diwari's cum into the fine tresses until the girl's hair was almost as sticky as her face and cunt.
"SSSHHH, little bitch. We are not done with you yet. You can clean off my cock with your mouth while Diwari reinvigorates himself for a go at your pussy."
