The rays of dawn had just started dispersing the morning mists above the town of Bheketha. The town itself lay in ruins, ransacked, and the rebels had set up camp among the sprawling, forested hillsides that enclosed the valley.
Anaria Kaelon awoke slowly. For a merciful moment, she forgot where she was. Then it all came rushing back, crashing in. She was in the rebel encampment at Eagle Hill, inside the tent of her captor. Her captor was none other than Gorlann, the infamous gladiator-general of the rebels. He had her under his complete control. She was his slave -- sex slave especially, a naked plaything and spoil-of-war to the gladiator and not much more. Her poor father had tried to rescue her, only to be caught himself... and now a terrifying fate awaited him.
Anaria remembered well Gorlann's awful promise from the night before: 'Sleep now, bitch. You can watch me castrate your father in the morning.'
Naked, the slender, dark-haired girl found herself laying on her side on a blanket. Gorlann's muscular figure spooned her from behind. She could feel his hard cock pressed along her lower back. He had one tree-trunk thick arm draped over her. Meanwhile, the cruel giant of a man snored softly in his sleep. She tried to gently unhook his arm and slip free. From her current vantage point, she could see her father, naked and still tied to the barrel in the corner. Sitting with his wrists bound to the barrel behind him, Inarius' head sagged forward in sleep. If she could somehow undo his ropes, if they could reach the safety of the trees...
But even as these 'What ifs' swam through her head, she felt Gorlann stir and stiffen behind her.
"What's this? Is my cute slut awake?" he rumbled. His muscular arm abruptly tightened around her torso. His hand slid downward, fingering her cum-encrusted pussy.
"Did you sleep well, slave?"
"Y-yes, Master."
"Hmmm. You're filthy. This pussy smells of cum and the stench of sweat. Perhaps I should take you to the creek for a thorough washing. Would you like that?"
Anaria turned over to face him. "Yes, Sir. This slave would be grateful," she murmured. His hand shot out, cupping her chin, his steely gaze entrapping her.
"Don't worry, bitch. There will be time enough later for you to watch me castrate your troublesome father."
"No! Please don't! I'll do anything you want, anything Master!"
Gorlann snorted. "You are already my pet slave. You will already do anything that I wish, stupid cunt. You have nothing left to bargain with."
Without saying another word, the desperate teen girl did the only thing she could. She reached down, her hand making a tight fist around his already awakened shaft. She began to slowly pump her fisted hand up and down his morning wood. His hard cock felt like silken steel beneath her fingertips. She felt his cock leap and twitch in her hand as she stared down at it. Gorlann let out a sigh of pleasure, his gaze turning heavy-lidded.
"Perhaps I spoke too soon. You seem to be properly motivated... If you keep taking the initiative, who knows, slave, I might be persuaded to show some leniency to your father after all."
By now Anaria was well acquainted with Gorlann's stormy temperament. He could promise her mercy and leniency one moment and then threaten to fuck her in the ass the next, so she held out very little hope despite his promise. But if she could just keep him distracted long enough, if she could just keep her father alive long enough for a window of opportunity for escape to emerge... that was the hope that flared to life in her now, almost like an ember stoked at the very last moment.
"This slave will show her Master how much she loves him," Anaria cooed obediently. Her hand began to stroke and caress his cock even more fervently. She leaned in, parting her lips, her tongue hungrily diving between his lips, showing him her devotion. He fisted one hand in her disheveled silky-black hair, reciprocating her passion with an eagerness of his own. The two kept kissing like genuine lovers. Meanwhile, Anaria continued to give the battle-hardened gladiator a tender cock-stroking, her fingers flying up and down his manhood with a steady rhythm.
"Mmm. Enough, bitch." He gave her face a gentle slap and broke their kiss. "I want you clean and flower-fresh the next time I fuck you. Come, I'll take you to the creek to wash up. Besides, you probably have to piss, do you not?"
Anaria nodded. But now Gorlann's attention shifted.
"Well look at that, I see we now have an audience," Gorlann added with a dark chuckle. Anaria looked over her shoulder to find Lord Inarius Kaelon, her father, awake now and looking at them with tortured eyes. "Do you need to piss too, Imperium dog?"
The 'Imperium' were the elite of Prythian society; for years they had abused and exploited Prythia's commoners, forced many to fight in the Arena as gladiators just to feed their families. Now, thanks to Gorlann's revolt, that age-old hierarchy was about to crumble. For a fleeting moment, Anaria wondered miserably, 'Will my family even survive this? Will the Imperium legions from the capital ever come to save us?' Her hopes in that regard had long since dampened though. With each additional hour she spent with this brute, her cynicism grew even as her will to resist continued to weaken.
A sudden and hearty laugh now tore from Gorlann's lips. He looked down at Anaria's hand, still gripped around the base of his cock. Anaria had frozen up in mid-stroke, but Gorlann's laughter startled her. She jerked her hand away.
"No, keep it there, bitch. Keep stroking me." She resumed her attentions, her graceful fingers gliding up and down his shaft. Gorlann then made a gesture with his chin, and she followed his gaze. "You see, bitch? Even this little show has made your doting father as hard as a rock. Look!"
Sure enough, the gladiator's mocking assertion was actually true. Anaria stared, her cheeks blushing, at her tormented father. Lord Inarius Kaelon's manhood might not have been impressively sized, but it stood ramrod straight and stiff. The ashen-faced Inarius looked away, unable to meet his daughter's gaze.
"No doubt about it - he has lust for his little angel, whether he wants to acknowledge it or not," Gorlann said with equal parts scorn and glee. "Isn't that, right, Imperium scum?"
When Inarius wouldn't reply, still staring at the ground shame-faced, Gorlann barked at him angrily.
"Answer me! And repeat after me: 'I love watching my daughter stroke your cock.'"
"I...I love...I love watching my daughter stroke your cock," Inarius mumbled. The pre-cum leaking from the tip had already made the length of the gladiator's shaft slick and shiny, and Anaria's hand was slimy with it. She continued to pump the throbbing shaft with her graceful fingers.
"I can't hear you, scum. Say it again. LOUDER this time," Gorlann insisted. Cringing, hating himself for the arousal surging through his loins, Inarius couldn't bring himself to do it.
Gorlann swatted Anaria's hand away, leapt upright, stalked forward, and proceeded to backhand the senator's aide across the face. Inarius managed to take the blow with only a grunt of shock and pain.
"No! Please stop!" Anaria begged. She rushed over, squatted down beside Gorlann and began sucking on his cock, her hands cupping his ass cheeks for leverage as she impaled her mouth with vigor.
"Look at me, worm," Gorlann growled at Inarius. He grabbed Lord Kaelon by the hair and jerked his head upward, forced him to watch his daughter's cock-sucking. The sounds of her slurping filled the tent as his balls gently tapped against the girl's chin with each of her fervent face-lunges. "Look at her. Your girl must love you very much. She's sucking cock better than ever before. I wonder if a worthless fop like you deserves such devotion, especially since you secretly LUST after your own daughter. Yes, I think we both know the answer to that," Gorlann said. Anaria's attentions continued for maybe another few minutes or so, but to the stricken father it felt like an eternity. He watched helplessly as his beautiful baby girl sucked the cock of this brutal rapist and monster. He watched as her mouth bottomed out near Gorlann's pubic curls, her nose scrunched against the warrior's crotch, only the man's heavy testicles showing as Anaria desperately sucked and held the gladiator's entire shaft inside her warm, wet mouth and throat.
"UHH!!! SLURP!!! SLURP!!!" The frantic noises Anaria made were like knives cleaving Inarius' heart.
'Please let this end,' Lord Kaelon begged inwardly. 'Please, gods preserve us...send help or kill us now and put us out of our misery!'
He watched then as Anaria's face turned almost blue. She held Gorlann deep in her throat now. Grunting with satisfaction, Gorlann had the girl's raven-black tresses bunched up in his fist, pulled tightly across her scalp. He smacked the back of her head while simultaneously thrusting his pelvis into her face. Lord Kaelon watched his panicked daughter start to suffocate on the man's gigantic cock. She frantically tried to pull her mouth off of him, but he held her head fast in place, her nose scrunched against his sweaty pelvis to make matters worse. Her pale hands beat against his hips in a wordless plea for mercy.
