I had the guards force the big blonde to her knees. Then I strode closer, to stand over the naked woman as she knelt there before me, head hung low. I was pleased to feel the silkiness of her fine blonde hair and couldn’t resist taking a strand to rub between my fingers. Then, digging abruptly into the silken mass, I clenched a fistful and pulled back her head, forcing my blonde captive to look up at me. I looked down into her resentful blue eyes and I told her of her fate. Her feelings in the matter were of not the slightest concern to me, I explained, while Minta translated my words.
She would live, but her life would no longer be hers. From this day forward, she would be a slave of Rome. As such she must learn to serve at the pleasure of her masters, to do without question whatever was demanded of her. Above all, she must learn obedience. And if she learned well and became a good little slave, she would be treated well. But if she was a bad girl, then she would surely be punished. Then I twisted the handful of hair, bringing pain to her eyes.
The girl spat at me!
I laughed and tightened my grip, hurting her, till she cried out Then I tossed her head down, and had the men stake her out This fiery hellcat must be tamed, her pride broken, her will bent, her body taken and enjoyed by the Romans she so thoroughly feared and despised.
The men made quick work of it, even though she continued to struggle in vain. There were four of them, one at each limb, and they held her down easily while the stakes were driven into the ground and her arms and legs stretched out and tied in place. Her constant screeching annoyed me, so I had her gagged. That helped, although her muffled keening continued unabated for a while, till it trailed off eventually in helpless frustration.
Now she lay quiet. The sight of the naked blonde, spread-eagled on the ground, every sinew of her long, streamlined body pulled taut by the restraints that bound her wrists and ankles, fired my loins. A surge of lust shot through me, and my cock twitched with eager expectation. The sinews of her arms and legs took much of the strain, drawing her sleek torso taut and stretching her tits into two elongated, slightly flattened, swells crowned with choice nipples, pert and erect. The bottom ridge of her rib cage was dimly visible under the tightly stretched skin. Below that, a slight hollow had been formed as the skin of her belly was pulled taut as a drum between the points of her prominent hipbones. My eyes were drawn to the triangle of pale silvery pussyfur that marked the mounded pubis, the little fleshy pad that sat there so soft and inviting, the stretched-open vagina, dark fleshy lips agape, showing the brighter slick folds of pink inside. I wanted to curl my fingers up between her outstretched legs and shove them up her splayed-open cunt while palming her Venus-mound, pleasuring her till she was maddened by lust. I wanted to see this proud savage squirm in helpless arousal. The very thought had my prick stirring, swelling, and blossoming forth in full erection, as I contemplated that superb vulnerable body. But I would reserve that sweet pleasure for myself for some later time. For now, she would entertain the troops.
This method was used to initiate the captured women who were destined to spend their days in army brothels. On several occasions, I had seen an entire cohort of legionnaires serviced in just this manner. But this slave must be used more carefully. I meant to use our prized captive as a reward for my heroes. Metellus was given the task of selecting those lucky men who had especially proven themselves in battle. Naturally, I allowed him to have her first, rewarding him for his loyalty and courage. Of course, he deferred to me, but I told him I was content to wait. I meant to have her, too, but not just yet… and not in the same manner as my men.
Now the lusty legionnaires began to line up, grinning and laughing in ribald good humor, greatly pleased with their unexpected good fortune. And when our captive fully realized what was about to happen, her blue eyes grew wide with alarm over the gag and her muffled crying started all over again. She yanked on her bounds and squirmed, but there was very little she could do. Her agitated movements only served to further inflame the randy men who huddled around her, sporting mighty erections.
The good sergeant dropped on his knees between those magnificent wide-spread legs. He lifted his tunic in front and drew out his well-endowed equipment, letting her see his splendid manhood in its fully aroused state as he knelt upright before her. He reached up to run his hands over her splendid body, mauling her served-up tits and then, too excited to wait any more, he guided his prick into her gaping pussy and fell on her. Helva received his full weight, and the big thick prick that simultaneously slid up her cunt, with a deep throaty groan.
We watched him fuck her while she threw back her head and shut her eyes, receiving the savage pounding as the randy noncom worked himself up to a lust-driven frenzy, bucking furiously. It took only a few seconds of this intense fucking till he tossed back his head, his body arching and, straining upward, came with a long strangled cry. We watched him dismount wearily, depleted and breathing heavily. His softening prick, still throbbing, carelessly dribbled the last trickles of ropy sperm on the girl’s open thighs. He staggered away to collapse in a heap, while the second man knelt down eagerly to take his place. And so it went, one after the other, until the sex-ravaged woman had accommodated my sergeant and six of my best men.
Now I stood over her, looking down into those dazed blue eyes, and realized that all the savage anger had been beaten out of her. There was no loud crying now, no frantic twisting in her bounds. Her splayed cunt twitched, the pinkish folds throbbing in the aftermath of her multiple orgasms, oozing a trickle of Roman seed mixed with her own copious spendings. I placed a sandaled foot between her pussylips and nudged her well-used sex with my toes. The blonde girl groaned, but otherwise lay inert, thoroughly drained, without the least shred of resistance when my men loosened her bonds, only to flip her limp body over and retie her, this time stretched out facedown.
At last, for the first time since she had been taken prisoner, I was able fully to appreciate the beauty of Helva’s lush naked bottom-a splendid, sculpted ass, nicely curving twin mounds that swept up prominently, with shallow depressions at the sides of her cheeks. It was my turn to get my hands on that fine young body. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, I used both hands to explore the sinuous lines of her long, streamlined body, running them up the backs of her taut-muscled calves, relishing the satiny smoothness of her elegantly curved legs. I followed the sleek contours up to the hollows behind her knees and beyond, traveling up the smooth skin at the back of her tapering thighs. My fingertips sampled the silken band of flesh along her inner thigh, and then I traveled a few inches higher. My questing fingers explored the soft purse of her thick wet pussylips. I pressed along her love-cove, feeling my way along the rubbery, slick lips, sticking a finger in there, and getting a soft, shuddering moan from the blonde, before I ran my teasing finger up the perineum and then drew it along the center crease of her handsome ass while Helva twitched in a simmering excitement She thrilled to the stab of pleasure when my finger touched the center of her crotch.