Aella was sat down at her desk in her tent, sifting through several maps of the region and plans her captains have put forward to her. She wore a white silk nightgown once again.
In the seven days since Lucius’s little “accident” inside her pussy, Aella had still been mad at him, walking around the campsite and going about her daily activities irritated and vexed, which confused all the others around her who did not understand what was happening. In private, Aella had also continued to vent her frustrations on Lucius, hurling verbal abuse at the chained and helpless boy, who continued to remain silent through it all. Aella had also not given him anything to eat during those initial days and gave him very little to drink, as a sort of punishment for doing what he did to her.
But after those first few days, Aella had begun to realize just how strange it was for her to be so angry over something so trivial. There were many methods that the Greeks knew of to halt the pregnancy, and Aella was confident that she could have a procedure done discretely. So why was she so mad at Lucius? The more Aella began to think about it, the more she became convinced that she really was just frustrated at how close she had been to her first climax in months, before suddenly having it snatched away from her and almost being given a heart attack with the boy cumming inside her. Still, Aella had been too proud to stop being mad at Lucius.
And so her punishment remained. Lucius was given nothing to eat for the past week, and was allowed only a glass of water a day in the morning. Already his face was pale with hunger and he slept most of the day away.
“Aella?” Stavros’s voice came from outside the tent, taking her attention away from the battle plans in front of her.
“Come in.” She called.
Her loyal advisor entered with a tray of food and a glass of water.
“You told me earlier today that you’d be too busy with the battle plans to come to dinner. So I brought you some food.”
Turning away from the work on her desk, Aella smiled at Stavros.
“Thank you, Stavros, for your thoughtfulness.”
The man smiled and put her plate and the glass of water down beside Aella. Expecting him to leave her now to give her some time to continue working on their plans, Aella continued to study the maps on her desk, until she noticed that Stavrus was still standing beside her with his tray.
“Stavrus?” She asked questioningly, and then noticed that there was another plate of food on his tray. She looked back up to him and he turned to glance back at Lucius, how was huddled on the floor, weak with hunger.
“He hasn’t had anything to eat in days, Aella.” Stavros tried to reason. “It’s cruel, he’s starving.”
Aella glanced back to Lucius, who had heard them talking about him and now watched their conversation with a faint but hopeful glimmer in his eyes.
“The boy is fine,” Aella said, waving her hand dismissively at Stavrus, and Lucius let his face fall back into his arms. “You can take the food and leave us.”
Sighing, Stavrus obliged, turning and disappearing out of the tent.
Casting one last glance to her leaving advisor, Aella turned her attention to the food at her table, and suddenly realized that she was indeed very hungry. Deciding to take a short break from her work, Aella dove in to her plate, quickly finishing it in just a few minutes.
When she was done, Aella looked up from her plate and realized that Lucius had been watching her eat, with eyes that looked sad and pitiful. Ignoring him, she grabbed the cup of water at her table and prepared to wash down her food with it, but then a weak voice suddenly croaked at her side.
“P-Please,” Lucius was barely audible, even in the silence of the tent. “Can I have some water? Just a little bit, please.”
His voice was raspy and weak, and Aella realized that even in his hunger, his thirst was probably the worst thing bothering him. Perhaps only one cup in the morning was really too little for him, and if she kept this up, the boy would be dead of a slow, agonizing death.
“Please.” He repeated, his eyes glimmering with the same dim hope Aella had seen earlier.
After a few seconds of thought, Aella made up her mind. She could not have Lucius dying on her like this, and yet she still needed to punish him. Getting up off her seat, Aella carried the glass of water to the boy and stopped right in front of him.
“You want this water?” Aella asked, and the boy nodded vigorously, his soft blue eyes focused on the glass in her hand.
Smiling, Aella made as if to lower the glass down to Lucius for him to drink, but instead slowly turned her wrists over, tipping the glass so that the water was poured slowly onto the ground. Aella could see the hope in Lucius’s eyes slowly turn to dust as they followed the last of the water splatter into the ground.
“You wanted water?” Aella asked. “The only way an animal like you is getting any water is if you drink it from the ground.”
Lucius stared down at the water, already with the ground’s dirt floating about in it, on the ground, and then looked back up at her with pitiful dismay in his eyes.
“I mean it,” Aella smirked, putting a boot against the back of his head. “If you’re that thirsty, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Pushing his head forward roughly, Aella pressed the side of his face against the water soaked ground. “Now drink.”
Aella could see the boy’s face go red, and it seemed for a moment that he was even about to begin crying as his eyes turned red. But like a good soldier boy, Lucius sucked it up, and eventually opened his mouth and lapped at the water on the ground with his tongue.
“There we go...” Aella said, pressing his face harder down on the ground. “Not so bad once you get used to it, is it?”
Lucius grimaced from the pain and embarrassment of being pressed against the ground like this, but otherwise, he continued to lick at the ground, desperate to sate his thirst.
After several minutes of this, most of the water was gone, and Lucius was left trying to get the remaining water inside his mouth, trying desperately to get as much of the water inside his mouth, even if he was just licking mostly dirt. Aella had been staring at Lucius the entire time, watching closely as his tongue poked out between his red lips and lapped at the water hungrily, and soon felt herself get wet once again as she imagined the youth licking at her pussy with the same vigor.
Glancing back at the entrance of her tent to make sure nobody had made an uninvited visit, Aella took her boot of the boy’s head, allowing him to sit back up and wipe the water from his lips.
“Thank you.” He said earnestly, obviously feeling much better. Lucius even managed a weak and half hearted smile that was probably enough to drive most girls crazy.
Without responding to him, Aella presses her boot now on Lucius’s chest, and then drove him backward so that he was laying on his back.
Aella had not received her orgasm yet, and with each day that passed, her sexual frustration grew. She knew that she had to have this, and Aella would get it no matter what. Stepping over Lucius so that she stood with feet beside both sides of his face, Aella raised the nightgown so that it exposed her shaved pussy. Lucius, laying down below her, had a clear view of her perfectly bald pussy, and his eyes grew wide as he stared at it with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. Obviously, Lucius had seen Aella’s pussy before, since she had ridden him days ago. But it was clear that he had never had such a perfectly clear view of a woman’s shaved pussy before, let alone Aella’s.
“Listen to me, Lucius.” Aella whispered. “You’re going to make me feel really, really good. Do you understand?”
Without even looking to him for a response, Aella lowered herself until her pussy was right above Lucius’s face. The boy realized what she was trying to do and Aella took a firm hold of his head, grabbing a fistful of his brown hair. With one final thrust, Aella lowered herself fully onto Lucius, pressing her pussy against his mouth.
“Mmph!”
Lucius had tried to protest at the last possible moment, but his words were quickly muffled by Aella pressing her pussy against his face. Slowly, she began to rock her hips back and forth,grinding her wet pussy against the boy’s face, and she soon began to feel a tingle of pleasure from the friction between her pussy and his face. Lucius, who was at first uncooperative and refused to pleasure Aella, soon found that it was only making things difficult for him. Aella would have her pleasure no matter what, and if he wouldn’t cooperate, Aella would just rub into his face even harder. Already, her thighs were clamping around his face painfully and Lucius could barely breathe. It would just be better for him to cooperate.
After several minutes of this, Lucius finally conceded, and Aella let out a yelp of pleasure as she felt his tongue suddenly running along the wet slit of her pussy.
Grabbing onto his hair even harder, Aella began to speed up the pace of her rocking, riding the boy’s face wildly as she moaned in pleasure. Lucius might have been young, but his tongue just felt like absolute magic as it darted in and out of Aella’s pussy and flicking softly against her swollen clitoris.
“Oh, Lucius yes!”
Aella began to lose track of time once again as she felt herself approach climax. She threw her hair back, letting her head fall back as she closed her eyes and drowned in the pleasure this Roman boy was giving her. Like a hungry dog, he was lapping at her pussy, and strong waves of pleasure shot up Aella’s spine with each stroke of his tongue.
Of all the things she had missed while Aella had lived in Athens, she probably missed these the most. The rough sex, the intense and dominating pleasures that wracked her body. It was just never the same living as a civilian.
This was it. Aella could feel it coming. Her legs began to quiver as she sat on the Roman boy’s face, and a warm heat began to rise up from her lower abdomen. And just as she felt herself within reach of one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, Aella felt the boy’s tongue suddenly falter in its relentless attack on her pussy, and with eyes still closed, she tightened her grip hard around Lucius’s brown hair, trying to will the climax to come back.
No, no, don’t go. Come back. Aella had been so close.
Aella’s eyes flew open as she felt Lucius frantically tapping at her thighs with his hand. She looked down, and to her surprise, saw that the boy’s face had turned almost purple. Her thighs and pussy were completely covering his nose and mouth, and she had been slowly suffocating him this entire time she was sitting on his face.
“I can’t breathe...” His small voice squeaked from beneath her.
Aella rolled her eyes with a sigh, and after a pause, she lifted herself off the teenaged boy below her. Lucius immediately gasped for breath, and Aella watched as the color returned to his face. Had he been trying to say something this entire time? Aella hadn’t realized it.
“Just fucking great.” Aella muttered to herself as she stood, straightening the gown on her body.
Lucius, who had managed to catch his breath by now, looked up to Aella. His face was slick and wet with the juices of her sex, and Aella actually thought that the boy looked cute like that. He wiped his face off with his forearm.
“Once again, you’ve made me wonder why I even bother to keep you safe in here.” Aella shook her head as she turned and walked away, back to her desk. “You know, those men outside blame you for all the suffering they’ve endured and everything else that’s happened to them.”
Lucius pulled himself up so that he was seated on the ground leaning against the wooden post, allowing Aella’s words to settle in his mind as he listened to her.
“It’s true.” Aella said right away the moment she saw a hint of guilt on the boy’s face. “Did you think they were joking when they gathered outside your cage the very first morning you came here? You’ve caused the deaths of thousands of Greek soldiers. They were sons, brothers, fathers to innocent people who are now being punished with their deaths, and who do these soldiers blame? You, Lucius. They blame you.”
Lucius did not even make an effort to try to conceal the conflict that was clear to see on his face. The words that Aella spike were weighing down heavily on the boy, who no doubt had already been haunted by the death he’s seen on the battlefield, most of which were caused by his military genius. The boy was too young to be involved in a war like this, and it was plain to see that it was already taking a toll on his psyche.
Had Aella still been as mad as she was several days ago, nothing would have pleaded her more than to watch him struggle this way. But even though she was no longer mad at Lucius, she still wanted to punish him as much as she could. He had to pay after all, for all he had already done. And what better way to do that than by confronting this foolish boy with the hard facts of war?
“You killed them, Lucius.” Aella continued to say. “The tens of thousands of Greek men slain during the retreat into these forests? You did that Lucius. Some of those men were just boys, not much older than yourself, did you know that? Their blood is on your hands.”
Lucius’s gaze was fixed on the ground in front of him now, unable to even bring himself to meet Aella’s eyes.
“You butchered them. You’re no better than an animal.” Aella spat derisively, then pointed to his chains and the wet ground below him. “And this is how animals are treated. Sitting there in chains, with no food and no water spared for your expense. The only time you should be allowed to drink is if you drink from the ground beneath my feet. And all the while you sit there chained to a post, I, who outsmarted and triumphed over you, can do with you as I please. Don’t you understand, Lucius? You’re nothing but my little plaything that I use to pleasure myself whenever I feel like it.” Aella scoffed. “How does it feel to be nothing more than a filthy little toy, to be worth nothing more than that, used solely to pleasure me?”
With eyes still on the floor, Lucius’s lips parted several times as if he were trying to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he sat there silent, his face flushing a scarlet red as Aella continued to mock and ridicule him.
It was pathetic. Lucius would not even defend himself, or even try to speak up against Aella’s abuse. In fact, the Roman youth was so pathetic that he couldn’t even bring himself to hide how much Aella’s scorn was affecting him.
And just as Aella began to turn back to refocus her attention on her work, the most unexpected thing happened. Lucius, sitting against the wooden post in chains with eyes downcast and face fallen, suddenly burst into tears. His face turned red and his eyes wet as tears came streaming down his soft cheeks. Aella had meant to hurt him with her words, to punish him, but in no way did she expect to bring the boy to tears.
But very quickly, Aella’s surprised turned into disgust as she watched this Roman boy sob. At only fifteen years old, Lucius was already an accomplished strategist and General, and yet here he was, held prisoner and turned into her own personal plaything. Not only did he not even once try to escape or resist Aella, but now, Lucius was actually crying. It was pathetic.
“Really?” Aella asked with an unsympathetic scoff. But before she could say anymore, the sounds of screaming and shouting from the outside caught her attention.
Frowning, Aella stood up, and she began to hear the distinct sound of steel clanging against steel, and the blood choked screams of the dying. It was a battle, an ambush while her men had been eating. Aella knew it right away, and glanced to Lucius, who had heard the same sounds and was looked from the entrance to the tent then back to Aella, tears still on his face, with a look that could be described as a mix of wariness and concern.
Quickly grabbing the sword that sat on the ground leaning against her desk, Aella unsheathed the clean and bright blade, ready to fight. No doubt, the enemy General Augustus had sent his men here to retrieve the White Demon, and Aella’s men would be valiantly fighting them off right now. Aella steeled herself as she guarded the entrance to her tent. Stavrus and her captains would take care of business outside, she believed in them. But Aella had to remain here, to safeguard their prized captive.
The sounds of fighting outside grew louder and louder, and Aella grimaced as she imagined how intense the battle outside must be. She hoped that her men were alright, and that they would repel the attacking forces soon enough. Just then, Aella heard the sound of a horse whinnying outside, and a cloaked figure barged into the tent. Immediately, Aella noticed the red mask that the intruder wore, and knew who she was facing now.
“So, Augustus has sent his other lackey to save the one I’ve already captured.” Aella smirked confidently. “The Red Demon, here to rescue your brother in arms.”
Raising her weapon at the masked figure, Aella beckoned him to duel her. The Red Demon, glancing once at the boy sitting on the ground in chains, looked back to Aella in fury and launched a vicious assault against her.
Unlike Lucius, who had radiated a sense of calculated and composed calm when Aella had seen him in battle, the Red Demon was a bundle of energy, charging at her with an intense passion behind each blow so that Aella was barely able to block his attacks in time. Keeping calm, Aella tried to outmaneuver around her opponent’s unending onslaught, spinning him around and counterattacking at his exposed back. But the Red Demon was too quick and his attack too furious. By the time Aella spun around he had kicked off the ground and launched another attack at Aella, kicking her hard in the stomach and sending her crashing down hard into the ground.
Absolutely overwhelmed by the Red Demon’s unyielding attack, Aella quickly tried to scramble for her weapon and regain her footing. But once again, her opponent was too quick, and the Red Demon stomped down hard on her wrist with his boot as she reached for her sword, causing her to cry out in pain, before striking her across the face with the hilt of his sword.
Defeated, Aella groaned in pain as she held her injured wrist, looking up to the infamous Red Demon, whose attention had quickly shifted from Aella the moment he had defeated her, and was now looking to the chained up Lucius, whose tears had dried up on his face. With sword in his right hand, the Red Demon grabbed his mask with his other hand and pulled it off as he hurried to Lucius, revealing his face to a shocked Aella. The Red Demon was just another boy, though he looked like he was almost a man fully grown. His brown hair was of a darker shade than Lucius, and it was pulled back in a near haircut. His jawline was more pronounced and chiseled, though he still had some more growing to do and still had a boyish look about him. His body was also framed with lean muscles, and overall, his body looked more matured than Lucius’s. He must have been only slightly older than Lucius, maybe around seventeen years old.
“Lucius!” He called, his voice filled with concern as he came upon the boy chained to the wooden post.
“Flavius!” Lucius seemed surprised to see his comrade here, and continued to stare at him with wide eyes as he began to hack away at the chains. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving you.” Flavius replied without even a pause.
“No, you can’t be here...” Lucius bit his lip, worried. “You know you can’t. General Augustus wouldn’t have allowed it, and he will not be happy when he finds out.”
Aella watched as the older boy, Flavius, continued to hack away at the chains without answering the younger boy.
“Flavius!” Lucius yelled in frustration as the older boy continued not to answer, but not angrily. “The General will punish you!”
Continuing to ignore him, Flavius finally finished cutting the chains that bonded Lucius and pulled him into a big hug.
“Thank the Gods you are safe.” Flavius said softly, holding Lucius tight. “I feared that you were dead, but the General did not want me to go looking for you. He wanted to mobilize the armies and prepare for the next stage of the invasion. It took me days, but I finally managed to steal the plans for this raid you made with General Augustus and figured out where you’d be. Then I took men that would follow me into battle and came as soon as I could.”
“He won’t be happy with you,” Lucius said, his brows creased into a worried frown. “You should not have come back for me.”
“I’d never leave you, Lucius.”
Both boys broke their hug and Flavius held Lucius’s smaller face in his hands, looking him over carefully. He quickly noticed the tear stained cheeks and many bruises on Lucius’s bare body.
“What happened?” Flavius frowned, wiping away some of the dried tears in the younger boy’s face, and then glared at Aella. “Did she hurt you.”
“Flavius, no-” Lucius began to say, reaching out to him, but Flavius shrugged him off as he got to his feet and stalked toward Aella. She could see the rage in his eyes, but other than that, Aella sensed that there was something else a little... unhinged about him. Quickly, she began to feel fear creep up on her as she worried what he might do.
“You’d better take this small victory and leave now,” Aella said, putting on a confident facade. “Soon my men will be here, and when they come they will show you no mercy. It’s better to leave now with your friend while you can?”
“Your men?” Flavius sneered. “Your army is gone, General. Routed and fled into the woods. My horsemen may not know the jungles of Macedonia like you Greeks do, but even as we speak, they’re out there, hunting what’s left of your men and picking them off one by one.”
Aella felt a sudden pang of despair. No, it couldn’t be. That was impossible. But as she looked up to the seventeen year old who had bested her today, she knew that he was telling the truth. It was finished, her men were defeated and the camp overrun.
“There will be no one stopping me from doing whatever I want to you now, General.” Flavius said menacingly. He was stood over her crumpled figure now, and Aella, wearing only a tight silk nightgown that had been slightly torn during the fight, suddenly felt very vulnerable. “I will take your prisoner, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t first have some fun with you.”
Grabbing her, Flavius hoisted her up to her feet, and Aella began to squirm and struggle as she felt his hands explore her body roughly. His hands were strong, and Aella tried but failed to stop herself from whimpering softly in pain as Flavius grabbed her tits roughly, pinching them and squeezing her round butt hard.
“Flavius...” Lucius, still dressed in only a loincloth, and looking weak and pale from his imprisonment, was trying to protest, but to no avail.
With his hands roaming her body, feeling up her every curve and crack, Flavius ripped Aella’s nightgown apart, pulling the white satin silk from her body. With nothing between him and the target of his desires, Flavius now let his hands linger on Aella’s bare breasts, cupping his palms over them and letting both his thumbs circle her pink and erect nipples.
Flavius’s eyes were filled with lust now, Aella could see it clearly, and she was afraid. His male lechery mixed with his teenaged drive for sexual gratification meant that he was unpredictable, and with all the hormones and adrenaline racing inside the teenager in the immediate aftermath of a battle, he could quickly turn violent for all she knew.
And Aella was right to be afraid. Without warning, Flavius suddenly closed his strong hands around her breasts, squeezing them and causing Aella to yell in pain.
“Oh, this one is a slut, I can already tell.” Flavius snickered as he shoved her, pinning her back against her desk. The maps and plans that she had been working on were strewn all over the ground as her voluptuous body came to a rest atop the desk. Flavius turned back to Lucius, who continued to watch from a little farther behind. “You can always tell by the way they scream when in pain. And by the way this slut screams, I already know what she wants.”
Laying atop her desk with some of her battle plans still below her, Flavius used one hand to choke her and pin her to the desk, while his other hand grabbed her wrist hard to stop her arms from flailing about. With a sadistic smile, Flavius twisted her arm as he slowly pinned it down to the table, causing her to whimper in pain.
“No, stop... No... No...”
Strangely, Aella could feel a pulsating warmth rising out from within her now dripping wet pussy. Just minutes before the battle, Aella had been riding the younger boy’s face, and had come so near to orgasm once again before being stopped. Aella was sexually frustrated, she had been for months now, and the sensations she felt from this older teenager’s strong hands roughly feeling her naked body up seemed to be all it took to drive her into sexual lustfulness.
“By the Gods,” Flavius smirked as his hand travelled down her body, and he let one finger slide along the slit of her wet pussy. “I haven’t even started and she’s already soaked down here. This bitch must really be looking forward to this.”
Aella shuddered as his finger’s firm touch slid along the slit of her pussy, and Aella finally could no longer suppress the moan that she had been trying so hard to hold back.
“She loves it!” Flavius cried out enthusiastically, and violently plunged two fingers into her pussy.
While Aella was wetter than she had ever been, the suddenness of the young man’s entry inside her was enough to send a jolt of intense pain, mixed with pleasure, up her spine. Aella threw her head back as she let out a scream that of both pain and pleasure.
But slowly the pain began to go away, replaced with only the most intense pleasure Aella had ever experienced as the young man’s thick and strong fingers firmly pumped in and out of her completely shaven pussy. The pleasure grew even more intense as Flavius suddenly sped up, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy in a short burst of speed, and Aella let out a shout of pleasure as her body was unexpectedly wracked with pleasure.
The pleasure did not last however, as Flavius soon pulled his fingers out. Cooing and moaning softly to herself as her pussy tingled sensitively, Aella closed her eyes. Was she really just letting this young Roman boy have his way with her. He was the enemy, and she was a war hero to her people. Was she really just laying on her own desk and letting the enemy do whatever they wanted with her, without even fighting back?
All thoughts of resistance melted away in a split second, however, as she felt something else enter her vaginal cavern. With one hand still around her neck, roughly pinning her down, Flavius reached down and undid his own fly, letting free an enormously hard cock. Aella’s eyes widened at the sight of the pale cock. It was huge, especially for his age, standing erect at what must have been at the very least eight inches. And it was thick too, the thickest she had ever seen, and his enormous balls hung heavily below his cock.
Gracelessly, Flavius grabbed his cock, took aim, and thrust forward. Aella let out a desperate cry of pleasure as she gave up all hope of possibly fighting back. How could she resist now? Her wildest dreams had been answered; she was being handled by a man who truly deserved her, a young man who had bested her one on one fairly, and who could give her all the pleasure that her sex addicted body craved.
The loud slapping of skin against skin filled the air of the tent as Flavius began to pound her pussy with his big cock. Aella’s hands had went up, not in any attempt to fight back against her rapist, but to hang on to Flavius’s muscular body as he fucked her roughly, grabbing the well built muscles on his arms and shoulders. She was yelling loudly by now, her moans of pleasure turning into one long, constant scream as the young man’s thick and long cock slid in and out of her small hole, his heavy balls slapping against the underside of her pussy every time he thrusted. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Aella tried to hug on to Flavius tighter, only for him to grab her by the hair and pin her back down to the desk whilst his other hand grabbed her tits roughly.
Soon, Aella could feel an intense orgasm approaching, and she began to buck and thrash her hips wildly against the rhythmic motions of Flavius’s thrusting cock as he continued to ravage her pussy. Realizing that she was close to orgasm, Flavius, gripping her hair and tits even more tightly, proceeded to speed up his thrusting. Aella, who had already been so close to the best orgasm of her entire life, could not take the extreme pleasure that now overwhelmed her entire body, and her eyes rolled back into her head as her body went limp, giving itself up to the pleasure.
With no control of her own body any longer, Aella began to tremble uncontrollably, her body shaking and her thighs quivering. Aella could not even scream, could not even moan in pleasure as she lay there on top of her desk, no longer in control of herself as her body reached climax. It was almost as if Aella was a copilot in her own body now, only able to sit there and experience the mind blowing orgasm.
Just as the pleasure began to drain from her body, and Aella thinking that it was now over, she realized that Flavius hadn’t cum yet, and he was still pounding her pussy with his thick cock, now even faster. Like a jackhammer, his eight inch cock went in and out of Aella, and she began to shake again as another orgasm flooded over her, causing her eyes to roll back into her eyes as she was once again helpless to do anything.
And yet, Flavius had not cum yet. He continued to fuck her, still going faster in and out of her pussy, which was extremely sensitive in the aftermath of two consecutive orgasms in only a few seconds. And as Aella felt another orgasm approaching, this one the biggest of the three she had experienced yet, everything around her went dark as Aella’s body was overloaded with pleasure, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
