บททั้งหมดของ Steamy Dreams : บทที่ 471 - บทที่ 480

Abdul Hakeem motioned at the plate nearest her on the table. A luxuriant feast lay spread out before her."Eat, slave."He didn't have to tell her twice. Starving, Keiko ate. The fare here was far better than the meager bits of corn, refried beans, and vegetables that the guards put in her dog bowl in her cell. She reached for a bratwurst. The smell of actual meat made her salivate. She could hardly believe her good fortune as she wolfed down not one, but two of the sausages on her plate. The following few minutes were marked by a surprisingly companionable silence as she and Abdul continued to eat.Then, the enigmatic black man finally pushed away the last of his food. He gave her an appraising stare."You must have many questions, slave."Keiko wasn't sure what to say. It was hard to know where to begin."Where am I?" That seemed as good a place as any. "What is this place?"Abdul adjusted the dark-rimmed glasses on his face. His somber eyes were the opposite of sunny. A darkness an

Phaeka would do anything to save her daughter. That urgent motherly instinct surged in her despite the nightmare unfolding. The petite noblewoman had endured the worst of the rape already -- or so she hoped. Now it was just one man fucking her, lying on top of her, pinning her to the patio table. He was a muscular specimen -- brutish but not unhandsome. The whipcord muscles in his arms bulged as he tensed his body and kept thrusting. The Prythian noblewoman felt his cock plunge deep inside her with each merciless fuck, and to her abiding shame her body responded... almost craving each penetration.'I will endure anything if it means they will spare the life of my little girl,' she thought. Her daughter Anaria was no longer a little girl though. She had seen 18 cycles of the seasons. She had been betrothed to marry Vellintius' son, Elari, come summer. Their union would have bonded the two powerful families together. Anaria's future would have been assured. That dream had died today tho

The town of Bheketha lay in tatters. A trail of ransacked villas and more modest homes littered the town while the occasional fire burned unquenched and unattended. The gladiator-slave revolt of Prythia had reached a fever-pitch. All across southern Prythia slave and gladiator alike had risen up against the Imperium upper caste. Now, Anaria Kaelon, daughter of one of the wealthiest Imperium families in Bheketha, found herself at the mercy of one of the rebel leaders. Gorlann had his hand clasped around hers, pulling her down the marble staircase which led from the second to the main floor of her family's once immaculate villa. In his other fist he held a draw-string pouch containing all of Anaria's mother's jewelry and precious gemstones. Anaria had agreed to show Gorlann where her mother hid her valuables in hopes that her cooperation would ensure that her parents' lives would at least be spared."Hurry, Imperium cunt, the sun wanes and dusk approaches," the gladiator said brusquely.

The beautiful teen girl sucked with dedication, making loud noises as her saliva bathed his shaft. Meanwhile, Wulfkar admired the view from behind - Shinatri's kneeling nakedness, her long, deep-brown-to-almost-black hair streaming down her back as her head bobbed in the cutest way. Wulfkar felt his own cock rejuvenated at the sight of his newfound slave-girl's cock-sucking performance. He knelt beside her. He helped gather her hair away from her face with one hand and fondled her ass with the other. Dear gods, he looked forward to fucking that exquisite ass. Eventually, he stood back up and smacked Lord Kaelon on the cheek."Open your eyes, bastard. At least look at the girl while she gives you pleasure. She deserves that much courtesy, don't you think?" Miserable and deeply ashamed, the man slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at his daughter's best friend. He looked down at Shinatri's delicate face, her mouth impaling itself on his erection, the sounds of slurping and sucking mes

"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 t