Fallen Kingdom 3 by gaggedKitty23
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Phaeka’s plans go awry, but Anaria sees possibility. , Fallen Kingdom – Part 3
Phaeka watched as the two men circled warily, each clenching their knife. The gladiator named Wulfkar and the unnamed Xokothi slave were locked in a deadly dance. The wife and mother only hoped that the two men could provide a distraction long enough for her to free her husband, find her daughter, and get her family far away from here. The town of Bheketha had fallen, and everywhere the sounds of raping, pillaging, and the ransacking of once dignified family villas echoed in the distance. She knelt at the foot of the tree to which her husband had been tied. The rebel gladiator who had captured her, Wulfkar, had been forcing her to suck her husband’s cock for his own twisted amusement when the Xokothi slave and 13 of his fellow slaves had interrupted them and demanded that Wulfkar ‘share’ his feminine prize – her.
Now, as the two men fought over her like an object, this was her chance…
“Can you walk?” She looked up at her husband, who nodded. Kaelon’s body looked bruised and battered but otherwise whole. She stared at the tight knots that held him in place, the bindings looped across his torso and waist. Her gaze darted across the ground looking for anything – a jagged rock perhaps – which would let her cut through the ropes.
Meanwhile, behind her the lethal dance of Wulfkar and the Xokothi reached its apex. Wulfkar darted toward the Xokothi, his blade swiping out. The Xokothi dodged and sent a blistering counterattack at the gladiator. But Wulfkar was ready for it, twisting just barely free of the vicious slash. His foot hooked behind the back of the Xokothi’s leg, and he used the slave’s momentum against him when he tried to change directions, sending him tumbling backward to the earth. Before the Xokothi could react, Wulfkar had his blade pressed to the man’s neck, looming over him as the victor.
And yet, it was a deceptive, almost pyrrhic victory. Around him, Wulfkar was only too aware of the Xokothi warrior’s 13 comrades. They now encircled him. He kept the blade pressed to the panting Xokothi’s throat.
“Do you have a name, friend?”
The Xokothi’s bright eyes narrowed. “Okotwe.”
“Well, Okotwe, I think we can come to a compromise after all. You share your prize, I’ll share mine,” he agreed, “but on my terms. And I reserve the right to trade my cunt for yours, a permanent swap.” He was referring to the girl Shinatri, the slender and petite 18-year-old captive who even now stood among Okotwe’s men.
Okotwe’s expression eased. “You fight well, Arena-scrapper. Fair enough, you have yourself a deal.” Wulfkar stood up and offered Okotwe a hand up. The giant Xokothi took it.
“Listen to this man,” Okotwe raised his voice, addressing all his men. “We have come to an arrangement. He has courage; if he honors his word, we will honor ours.” That last part was a well-known Xokothi saying. The circle of dark-skinned Xokothi parted for the two men, and that was when they saw her before she was ready. There they beheld Phaeka just a slingshot’s hurl away, frantically sawing at the ropes binding her husband with a jagged stone.
“Just what do you think you’re doing, bitch?” Wulfkar rushed in, pulling Phaeka up by the hair. She dropped the rock with a squeal.
“Clever girl. Thinking to use our fight as a distraction, hmm? I think you’ll have to pay dearly for that.” Wulfkar glanced at Okotwe, who remained content to let the gladiator take the lead.
“Untie the husband and bring him over to the table,” Wulfkar said. Okotwe nodded. Meanwhile, Wulfkar dragged Phaeka over to the patio table and barked at her to get down on all fours. Trembling, she obeyed.
“Please don’t hurt me, Sir. I’m sorry for trying to escape. It won’t happen again, I promise! Please Sir, you don’t need to –” Her babbling abruptly ceased when Wulfkar gave her a hard slap on the ass.
“Quiet, bitch. I have a special punishment in mind for you and your husband. You’ll take it without complaint or I’ll throw you to these Xokothi wolves to gang-rape you as they see fit.”
That shut her up. Phaeka already had a strong notion of how brutal these Xokothi could be. Even if she hadn’t already seen Shinatri’s devastated and disheveled state, she had heard stories about the Xokothi – both their sexual prowess and the impressive stature of their cocks. Looking at the dark-skinned shafts all standing ramrod straight, surrounding her, she realized that by all appearances the rumors were true. It haunted her, though, seeing poor Shinatri. Her daughter’s best friend stood naked among those beasts with her wrists bound in front of her. One of them was fingering her pussy while another licked and sucked on her nipples. All the while Shinatri just stood there, her bruised face expressionless, proof that she had already lived through a nightmare of rape and come out spiritless on the other side.
“Mmmm. You get to watch a fellow Imperium slut get raped, you lucky girl,” the Xokothi fingering Shinatri’s pussy growled. When she didn’t respond he gripped her roughly by the chin and forced her gaze to meet his. “You do consider yourself LUCKY, don’t you cunt?”
Her distant eyes managed to focus, and Shinatri whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I am…very lucky.” The revolting Xokothi pig now pressed his lips to Shinatri’s for a sloppy kiss as he wormed his fingers deeper inside her brutalized sex. His mouth muffled her unwilling moan.
Phaeka’s heart clenched, seeing Anaria’s best friend reduced to no more than a plaything for these vile men. Yet she had her own mounting worries to contend with now. She looked back now to see, in shock, that they had released her husband and forced him to clamber onto the tabletop behind her. He stood there now, the man she loved, uncertain and fearful. His wild eyes darted around at the gladiator and the 14 Xokothi slaves who now surrounded them. Wulfkar glared up at him.
“Listen up, Imperium scum. Here is your task as punishment for trying to escape. You will fuck your wife in the ass. We want a good show now. If you give us a good enough show, we will even let you two go free.” Phaeka couldn’t believe they expected him to do this. This psychotic gladiator had to be just saying this to toy with them. With a sinking heart and a knot-twisted stomach, though, Phaeka realized that he was dead serious. Only one stubborn glimmer of hope remained, like a moth’s fluttering wings whispering in her ear, telling Phaeka that maybe, just maybe, they would be true to their word and let her and Kaelon go free once this was all over. In some ways what made it even more appalling was a truth that these awful men didn’t know. Phaeka loved anal sex. She and her husband did it frequently; in some ways, she preferred it even over vaginal sex with her husband. It was her and Kaelon’s guilty secret together. Now that made it all the more shameful. Phaeka blushed as she saw her husband apply a generous coating of spit along his cock. He then leaned down, letting a few large globules of saliva drop into the woman’s anus.