Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please use me. I… I want your cocks. I need them. Use me like the whore I am.”
The guards erupted in cheers and crude comments. I felt sick at their enthusiasm, even as my own arousal grew so urgent I had to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep from exploding inside the columba I loved.
“Naughty girl,” I panted, feeling my own release building. “Now come for me. Come on my cock like the eager little fuck toy you are.”
I reached down to rub her clit roughly. Sophia cried out, her back arching as she shattered. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, milking my cock as she trembled and shook.
Sophia’s climax triggered my own. With a guttural groan, I buried myself at full length inside her slick sheath and felt my cock pulse over and over. The primal satisfaction of claiming her, marking her as mine, warred with the guilt and anger I felt at having to share this moment with these brutes.
As I emptied myself into Sophia’s quivering depths, I was overwhelmed by a sudden swell of emotion. My heart ached with pride and love for this remarkable young woman who had shown such incredible bravery and resourcefulness. She had willingly put herself in this awful situation to protect our mission, to keep us both alive long enough for backup to arrive.
I gazed down at her flushed face, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes hazy with the aftershocks of her climax. Even in this moment of utter debasement, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her strength shone through, a core of steel beneath the vulnerability.
I wanted nothing more than to gather her in my arms, to whisper words of comfort and praise. To tell her how much I admired her, how deeply I cared for her. But I couldn’t break character, not with the other guards watching so eagerly.
Instead, I gave her thigh another subtle caress, trying to convey my feelings through that small touch. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of understanding there. She gave me the tiniest of nods, almost imperceptible.
As I pulled out of her, my seed leaking from her well-used pussy, I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever cosmic forces had brought Sophia into my life. The Pretorian Guard had chosen well when they sent her. She was everything a columba should be—intelligent, adaptable, and unwavering in her dedication to the mission.
And, I couldn’t help adding, though it sent a pang stabbing through my chest, I’m pretty sure she loves me as much as I love her.
The aftershocks subsided gradually. I pulled out of Sophia roughly, eliciting a whimper from her. I tucked my cock and balls away and stepped back, allowing the other guards to crowd around her still-trembling form.
“Who’s next?” Marcel leered, already unbuckling his belt.
Sophia
I felt their hands all over me, groping and pawing at my body. Part of me wanted to scream, to lash out, but another part of me remembered how it had felt when Marcus had made me admit my whorishness. I needed this, as overwhelming as it was, and I needed even more to make my miles proud.
The tears streaming down my face, and my whimpers of pain and humiliation, were real. At the same time, I made the decision to let them flow freely and to give into the impulse to cry out as I submitted. I had the satisfaction at least, in some distant land where my reasoning mind had traveled, of knowing that I could put on a good show for these men who wanted to degrade me utterly. I could arouse them with my suffering and ensure that their attention didn’t wander from their pleasure in brutalizing me.
“Remember, no permanent damage,” I heard Marcus growl from behind the row of guards who stood around me, obscuring my miles from my sight. “Monsieur will want her in good condition tomorrow.”
But the guards barely acknowledged him, too focused on satisfying their own desires. I felt suddenly glad that I couldn’t see him. I didn’t think I could bear to look at him as he stood there watching, forcing himself to witness what they did to me.
Or how it’s turning me on, despite how desperately I try to cling to the memory of Marcus deflowering me… claiming me as his own.
Jacques grabbed my hair roughly, yanking my head back. “Open wide, whore,” he growled, his thick cock already rock hard, its tip glistening. I parted my lips obediently, steeling myself for what was to come.
The guard shoved himself into my mouth without further preamble, the musky taste of him flooding my senses. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, but he paid no heed to my discomfort. His hips pistoned back and forth, using my mouth like nothing more than a warm, wet hole for his pleasure.