"Good work. That's a job well done."
Gorlann watched as two of his gladiators forcibly dragged Senator Paulus from his hiding place amid his pleas and protests.
Anaria looked away. The naked girl felt shame all the way to the tips of her toes. This was all her fault. She had told them where to find the Imperium senator. She had betrayed her own people -- all to save herself.
"How did you do it, girl? Tell me." The gladiator and rebel leader grasped the teen girl's chin with deceptive gentleness and tipped her face upward, forcing her gaze to meet his.
"I..." Anaria faltered. The girl's soft, blue-green eyes shimmered with tears. "I comforted Kaylanna and told her I would do what I could to help. I gave her the food and water you gave to me, telling her that I had secretly stolen it, that I wasn't supposed to be there and might be found out at any moment."
"Go on," Gorlann said, nodding eagerly.
"I told Kaylanna that I would go check on her child and feed him. I could tell that she... she wanted to trust me, but she didn't know if she could. So I just spent time with her. I found a piece of discarded clothing, dipped it in water, and put the cool wet rags along the lashes from the whip along her back to give her comfort. Eventually, she opened up to me. She told me that her brother, Paulus, had taken the baby with him when he had gone into hiding. That was why she hadn't been willing to tell you before, about Paulus' whereabouts. She didn't truly fear for her baby's life. She knew that he was safe."
Gorlann grunted. "Ah, so her protests about needing to go tend to her baby were just a ruse. That clever bitch. I will have her punished for that."
Anaria immediately felt even worse. Ever since the fall of Bheketha, it seemed that survival superseded everything -- including basic decency. She had not only betrayed a fellow captive by helping the rebels capture the woman's brother, now she had ensured even harsher treatment of the woman at these gladiators' cruel hands. The shimmering in Anaria's eyes now materialized into tears that spilled down her cheeks.
"Now, now. No need to cry. You have done WELL, bitch. You will be rewarded." Gorlann wiped away the girl's tears and took her by the hand.
"Wh-where are we going?" Anaria squeaked.
"Back to camp," Gorlann rumbled as he pulled her along the wooded trail. "There you will get your reward from me."
Goose bumps erupted along Anaria's arms, and they weren't just due to the night's chill. The girl had a feeling that whatever 'reward' the brutal gladiator had in mind, it wouldn't be desirable. She had already watched her poor mother get raped before being given away to a band of Xokothi slaves. She had even been forced to say goodbye to her father, left for dead, tied to a tree. This man who held her under his thumb was a monster, and any 'reward' he might have for her would only reflect as much. She had to find a way to escape. She had to find a way to locate her parents, or die trying.
At last they came to the hilltop -- Eagle's Hill -- where the gladiators and their swarthy-skinned Xokothi allies had made their camp. There were hundreds of men here, thousands if one counted the campfires which dotted the surrounding hills. A battle was coming soon -- Anaria was sure of it. The Imperium would send a relief force to rescue them. They just had to survive until they got here. After the Imperium legions slaughtered these rebel scum and liberated Bheketha, maybe in the aftermath she could finally reunite with her family. Fresh hope flared inside of her, but Anaria knew that horrors still lay ahead.
"Here we are. Come." Gorlann tugged on her hand, and she followed obediently. The well-armored and muscular gladiator led her between two rows of warriors with their blankets laid out for the night. As they walked between the men -- some sleeping, some eating, some tormenting female captives -- Anaria saw a familiar face.
Latya, the serving girl from next door to Anaria's family estate, was naked and kneeling on all fours. A gladiator -- she remembered his name now, Vercingador -- knelt behind her, his body slamming into hers with a brutal rhythm. He had the girl's golden pigtails bunched up in his fist, her head yanked backward as he fucked her.
"UHH!!!! Please, have mercy Sir!" Latya squealed.
Vercingador merely continued his grunts and fucks, his body flush against her backside. "Quiet, bitch. You'll take my cock DEEP in your slut's ass and enjoy it. I've grown tired of your mouth and pussy, so it's only fair that you entertain me in other ways. Remember, cunt, as soon as you become no longer INTERESTING, I either kill you or trade you away to someone else. Would you like that, hmm? Answer me, whore!"
"No, Sir! Please fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard, Sir!" the teen girl cried out with feeling. She seemed to slam her ass backward to meet his next thrust. Anaria watched in horrified fascination as the girl's face contorted with the onslaught of sensation pummeling her tightest hole. The loud smack-smack-smack of Vercingador's body crashing against hers, his cock pounding into her ass, made Anaria shiver and just be thankful that at least she'd been spared worse fates.
Gorlann abruptly brought her to a halt. He had Anaria in front of him now, her back to him. His hands cupped her sensitive, perky young tits from behind, teasing her nipples with deceptive tenderness. "You like that serving wench's show? Does it turn you on?"
Latya's eyes squeezed shut. She was moaning now, and Vercingador's cock sheathed itself even deeper in her ass.
Anaria decided to tell her cruel captor exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, Master."
Gorlann smirked. "Indeed. Would you like an ass-fuck too? I must admit, watching my friend's display with the blonde cunt, I'm regretting that I let my men have the first go at your ass. I suppose it couldn't have been helped though; your debasement in front of Kaylanna had to be convincing so that she would open up to you. Since it worked, I suppose my sacrifice was worth the price. So, shall we remedy that, bitch? Would you like me to fuck your ass as your reward?"
