5. Marcella is thrown to the wolves
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Like a pack of rabid dogs, the soldiers untie
@Marcella from the post and drag her a few feet across the courtyard to a sturdy wooden table.
She is roughly pushed backward against the table, the back of her head hitting the wood, stunning her.
They brutally spreadeagle her - two soldiers holding each of her arms and the other holding her by the thighs. In her weakened state, she does not offer much of a struggle.
They are all naked and ready for her.
The soldiers cut the ropes binding Marcella’s wrists behind the whipping post. She drops heavily to the ground and rolls over on her back, gasping in pain from the caning she received across the front of her body. The soldiers stand around her, laughing at her helplessness and poking at her groaning, naked, supine body with their hob-nailed sandals.
“Get up, bitch! C’mon now! On your feet! Let’s go.”
Marcella only whimpers as she feebly tries to roll over on her side, but any movement brings on spasms of pain.
“Just drag her over to the table,” commands the decurion.
Two soldiers drag Marcella by the arms towards a heavy wooden table. There, they raise her to her feet and sit her ass on the edge of the table. They push her onto her back so hard she bangs the back of her head against the hard wood. Marcella sees stars as she nearly loses consciousness. She's now on her back and being held down at her shoulders and outstretched arms. Two other men grab her feet and pull her legs apart to fully expose her pussy.
“Hey, dumb-fucks,” shouts an older, grey-bearded soldier approaching the table. “Her ass is too far back. You gotta get her pussy over the edge of the table so we can fuck her standing. We ain’t tucking her into bed, ya know, and we ain’t climbing on top of her like some randy bugger. Ain’t you guys ever done this before?”
Grumbling, the soldiers holding Marcella’s feet jerkily pull to drag her ass to the edge of the table then pull her legs apart again to fully expose her. Her arms are pulled taut to keep her flat on her back, tits up to the sky.
The grey-beard stands to the side of Marcella’s body and repeatedly slaps her pussy hard enough for Marcella to groan and try to twist her body away. “That’s the way it’s done, boys. She’s ready for fucking now.”
Marcella’s too weak and in too much pain from her caning to struggle against the soldiers’ hold on her. She looks to the side, left and right, and raises her head to look down between her softly pillowed breasts, crisscrossed by ugly caning welts, to see the soldiers all standing around her with their erect cocks out. She again tries to struggle in a useless attempt to avoid the inevitable. She’s about to be raped! And by how many men? She doesn’t know. Right now, they seem to be arguing over who gets her first. Humiliated at being utterly exposed in this most obscene way she struggles to close her thighs to their leering stares, but the men holding her legs apart are too strong. All she can do is wait until they start in on her.
Marcella tries to calm herself by thinking of her two lovers—both dead now. First it was Axios who took her virginity. He was a large, heavily muscled man. A mighty warrior who always fought by her side, bravely protecting his queen. After one pitched battle, when they were covered with the blood of freshly slaughtered Romans, and still in that heightened state of awareness one has when facing possible death, their eyes met, and they gave in to the overwhelming lust and longing each felt for the other. Axios took her, right there on the battlefield, amid the awful detritus of war. The virginal Marcella gasped feeling his huge cock slide into her suddenly wet vagina.
So, this is what it is like to have a cock inside her! Ever since becoming a woman she wondered what her first time would be like. Instinctively she knew what to do. She wrapped her lean thighs around his waist an pulled him close as they rhythmically rocked into explosive mutual orgasms. For weeks after their first fucking Marcella nightly invited Axios into her bed. He was such a powerful lover, though a man of few words. She felt overwhelmed by his sexual urgency and domination of her body. It made her feel all the more womanly knowing she could have control of such a mighty warrior for her own pleasure. She had no idea where this relationship would lead, but it came to a sudden, agonizingly sorrowful halt when Axios was killed by a Roman javelin through his mighty chest. Marcella was inconsolable for weeks and did not take another lover for nearly a year.
Her second lover was Natan. He was also a warrior but more refined than the hulking Axios. He taught Marcella the unadulterated pleasure of long, sustained lovemaking that could drive her to heights of ecstasy she never felt before. He knew how to use his tongue expertly between her legs in a thoroughly pleasurable way unknown to her. He was also a poet—of sorts--and charmed her with his slightly naughty verses extolling the virtues of the various parts of her body that brought him so much pleasure: her eyes, lips, mouth, breasts, and pussy. She loved him, and he loved her. But before they could declare their love openly, Natan, too, died defending her in battle, leaping in front of a thrusting Roman sword that would have gutted her. She cried for weeks but never let Natan’s death deter her from her mission of seeing all Romans dead or driven from her country.
Marcella’s memories of her dead lovers vanishes as she feels strong arms wrapped around her thighs and feels a hard cock at the entrance to her vagina. She looks up to see a man with a scorpion tattoo on his abdomen just as he thrusts his meaty cock into her. She screams in agony at the pain and gross violation of her body. She’s not lubricated, and his thrusts are tearing her flesh. He pounds away and quickly ejaculates. He’s replaced by another, and another, and more. Marcella loses count of how many men raped her as she lay helpless on the rough table. She remained conscious throughout the ordeal, never looking at the faces of her rapists. All she saw was their dancing cocks—some quite large and others somewhat humorously small—thrusting in and out of her.
At some point the men were finished with her. She lay on the table, exhausted and with a terrible pain burning between her legs. She feels the cum dripping out of her and desperately wants to clean herself.
What next? She wonders as she closes her eyes and thinks of her dead lovers. No one is holding her down now. One free hand brushes over a hardened nipple giving her a brief jolt of sublime pleasure. She curls up on her side and squeezes her thighs tightly together. She sees grim Axios and smiling Natan in her mind. So strong! So valiant! So protective of her. If only they were here now, these fucking Roman beasts would be butchered in short order. Sudden tears fill her eyes to roll down the sides of her face. She wipes them away and curses herself for feeling weak. She must remain strong and brave in the clutches of these Romans. There is no one to rescue her from the horrors soon to come.
