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Macedonian Obsequium (Rania Lark x Tyr)

The young woman that he held by a rope leash, was like so many others, that he’d seen shocked, confused, and yet almost defiant, not believing that their lives were forever changed. It wasn’t that Rome was some empire that had rapidly expanded against all of its neighbors, it had happened not over days or week, not even a few years, but centuries. Generations would go by with the Republic being static, now just wasn’t one of those times. Still the legions of Rome were prepared and ready to do the Republic’s will, and did so with professional and ruthless efficiency. In the end they had to rely on local support, and the areas conquered to support themselves. So where others would pillage, loot and destroy their enemy, Rome would take control, but build roads, bring laws and order. Still Rome took from those it defeated, in the form of taxes, fees, and the property of those that stood against them, so not everyone thrived under Roman rule when it came.

Castor wasn’t immune to nerves, as he approached the doors to the grand hall, he was only a mere soldier, a footman, one of thousands. Beyond those doors were men who were the personification of power. They stood closed, but once Castor saluted and explained his reasoning for being there, the guards opened the doors and directed him inward, his prisoner in tow.

There were all kinds of people moving about. Several large men in the glorious and gaudy armor of Roman soldiers distinguish them as high ranking commanders. Also there stood well a few well dressed Macedonians, and though Castor wouldn’t recognize them Ana would, they were not any of her family. No the noble woman and man who stood with the Roman commanders were from a rival family, one that had always coveted the power, wealth and position that Ana and her family had. They turned, and seeing her smiled, the smile cutting, as Castor came to a stop, saluted and then stood rigid, while in a clear voice he announced himself.

Castor Luius, Decanus of the 5th Legion reporting as ordered.

Stand easy soldier.

Said Centurion Hadrianus, the second in command of this legion. The other man who was above him stood silent watching and waiting. The Centurion moved forward looking at Ana.

And who might you be?

The noble behind him started to speak and he raised his hand and she stopped mid sentence, which only made clear who was really in charge here.
 
Ana was shocked at the destruction even within the villa. Fires were burning in the corners of the alabaster hallways. Dirt stained most of the floors. Large wooden doors were broken down, ripped off the walls. Some of the fountains were stained red with blood, the water murky with it. The opulent possessions she and her family had acquired were strewn all over the rooms they walked through. Roman soldiers were standing everywhere, in corners, at doorways, patrolling the rooms.

Eventually, they arrived at the large double wooden doors leading into the Grand Hall. The hall were her family had thrown many a lavish party, for celebrations, and to deliver bad news to their people and their plans to rectify it. Now the doors were smeared with blood and dirt and was guarded by two large Roman soldiers, holding spears and shields, trapping whoever was inside in and keeping out whoever was not deemed worthy.

And it seemed she was deemed worthy as after a salute and an explanation, the doors were opened and she was pulled into the once opulently decorated room. In a sharp contrast to the rest of the villa, this room was left completely intact. The alabaster walls were still decorated with intricately woven tapestries, the furniture was all still upright, still in its place. The only difference was that the room was filled with Romans, dressed in bright red and gold armour and clothes. And Macedonians! Ana noticed the small group from the family of Darko. He was once her father's advisor and his betrayal of her family had earned him the removal from their home. Now he and his family stood with the Romans, their smiles cruel and their eyes knowing. Ana's eyes narrowed at them as she realized the attack had been orchestrated because of a betrayal of her family. A betrayal that had killed countless people and condemned even more to a life she did not wish upon anyone.

Her hatred was transferred with conversation between the Roman who held her captive and one of the soldiers dressed in obnoxious finery. She held her head high despite her dirty appearance and bindings as she spoke loudly, powerfully.

"I am Anastasija, daughter of Ilarion, ruler of this city," she announced so the whole room could hear, "And I demand that you leave this city immediately and release my people from this captivity!"
 
The centurion stood silent for a moment, his eyes casting over her feminine form, still dressed in fine clothing, though it was soiled and dirty. Her less than perfect kept attire did nothing to diminish how she held herself or her nubile form. The young woman proclaims her name and position as if it should matter and that he should be humbled by it. Castor stood at attention as the centurion stoically stared at the young woman, seemingly contemplating her request. Then in direct contract, the silence in the room was broken by the centurion laughing, then his commander laughing, then the other Roman soldiers laughing. It would seem that everyone found her request quiet amusing, as everyone joined in laughing including the members of the Darko family.

Anastasija, daughter of Ilarion, I do believe that you are mistaken. This fair city has pledged it allegiance to Rome, and we have come to assist our friends and new allies.

The centurion turns to look back at the Macedonian’s from the rival family, who bow their heads in acknowledgement of the centurion’s comments. The people laughing became respectfully quiet as the centurion talked. Clearly none wished to raise his ire or to appear anything less than respectful. The large man steps closer, taking a moment to step around her, his dark eyes inspecting her, not shy about his gaze, as other eyes also looked at the bound woman. As a noble woman she would be used to people watching and looking at her, but the centurion’s gaze was something different, for it wasn’t deferential, it was almost indecent.

So we can’t leave until we are sure that the fine citizens of this community are our friends and not being guided by those that would corrupt them with false allegiances.
 
Ana held her head high throughout the extended silence that seemed to impregnate the room. Everyone’s eyes were on her as she transferred her eyes about the room. Starting with a glare towards the family of Darko. A family that would surely be exiled once the Romans had left. She then moved on to the Roman soldiers dressed in their finery that were scattered about. Her look then was one of defiance against the empire. A look of regality that would not subdued by a traitor and his family. She and her family would prevail and return their city back to its former glory, under Macedonian rule.

However, the centurion standing before her didn’t see the world as she did and after a moment, he broke the falling silence with a loud chortle of amusement. A chortle that soon turned into a laugh. A laugh that was joined soon after by the laughter of everyone in the room. Then the words spilled from the centurion’s mouth like poison. Pledged allegiance to Rome? Immediately, Ana’s gaze moved back to the Macedonians standing behind the Romans, their protection. Her gaze darkened immeasurably as she shot daggers from the stare at their bowed heads.

Her gaze was broken when the Centurion approached her, stepping around her. Ana’s head followed his body until he disappeared from her sight behind her. Turning her head to the other side, she caught him as he finished his circle. She kept his gaze, however it was quite an unnerving stare. One that struck Ana to her core. It was not a reverent stare, nor one of respect. It was a gaze she could not place but it caused a lump in her throat as her nerves began to show themselves.

When he began to speak, Ana regained her position, her head held high, her voice strong and bold as she spoke eloquently.

“You have been deceived, Roman,” she began, “Those people are not the rulers of this city. They have no power to make those decisions. Now I demand that you leave MY city and its people to their lives.”
 
The man that had seemed so calm and collected, made his way around her, to once again stand in front of her, and without a comment or warning, he back handed her. Luckily for her he wasn’t wearing his metal gauntlet, when he struck her across the face with force. None of the Romans seemed shocked, and the members of the Darko family actually smiled and did some of the Romans. Castor never moved from his position, and he held her leash tightly, not a single person made any motion to interfere or assist Ana.

You will demand nothing! You are nothing!

The brutal way he said it, made clear that he did not hold her prior position in any reverence and that he was in absolute control. To strike her, to strike a noble could and would have brought severe punishment and yet he did it without a moment’s hesitation. The ferocity of his strike could have been worse, but it was still a powerful blow, more than sufficient for its intended purpose.

You will address me properly, and with the respect of my position. I am Centurion Hadrianus, you will call me Centurion or My Lord, any less of someone of your lowly status, will be punished, am I clear?

The man seemed to believe every word as his commanding voiced boomed out, one that was used to barking orders and having them followed. If Ana had ever felt vulnerable or exposed, before in her life, this was even worse. The man appeared to have no compassion or respect for her, and was treating her like some lowly disobedient servant, and not a high born noble of her birth and status.
 
Ana remained still, her head tilted to the side as the soldier finished his round around her body. Then, suddenly, he backhanded her across the face. Her head flew to the side, her bound hands immediately going up to her cheek, holding the already reddening skin. Tears came to her eyes as she felt her legs becoming weak from the pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. No, she wouldn’t let him know that she was in brutal pain. She wouldn’t let him see her cry.

So she swallowed her tears just as he yanked the rope leash connected to her hands, pulling her hand away from her face as she straightened up, the red mark darkening with each passing second into the shape of the centurion’s hand on the side of her face.

The Macedonian clenched her teeth as he told her she was nothing. Her bound hands curled up into fists as anger flashed across her features. She would never be struck by any of her subjects. If anyone of her people had dared to strike her or her parents, their punishment would be swift and sever. However this Roman didn’t seem to think he would, or he didn’t care.

Then he spoke to her again, his voice commanding her, quoting her ‘lowly’ status. She was not lowly. She was the daughter of the governor of the city. She would be married to a governor of another city and have more power than he could ever dream of! She was not some servant to be ordered around. But his booming voice did break her down slightly inside. Though not seen on the surface in her expression, he made her feel vulnerable. The look that he stared down at her with felt like he was looking right through her. But Ana would not let him degrade her!

“I do not have ‘lowly’ status, Centurion,” she spat the last word sarcastically, “I have more power and status than you will ever dream of. Our city will be freed from being under your thumb and my father will rise to once again rule.”
 
The Centurion stood rigid and proper as the young Macedonian spoke of her power and status, and how her family would rise again. The words hung in the air for a moment, the room silent as she contested his strength. Clearly some thought he might strike the defiant young woman, or again laugh at her. The silence continued, for the other Macedonians were unsure themselves, and they clearly didn’t want to displease their new masters. The Centurion snaps his fingers and two soldiers advance upon her from behind. Castor keeps the rope holding her tight as he suspected what was about to occur. The Roman’s had conquered numerous lands, and there few things they did better than quickly gain control and bring the conquered lands under their dominion. The first and foremost they took control by removing those that were in power and any threat they posed.

More power? Well let’s see, how much power I have.

The Centurion nodded to the two soldiers who’d come up alongside her, and with no more warning, each grabbed a side of her fine but stained dress, and began to rend it from her body. As they tore her clothes from her, the Centurion talked.

Show me your power wench! For you will now serve Rome, you will show your respect, or suffer the consequences. Any defiance will be dealt with harshly.

The Centurion moved his hand in a downward motion, and the soldiers alongside her began to force her to her knees before him, and in front of everyone else.
 
Ana looked around the room as everyone fell silent at her statement of her family rising back to power. The silence hung in the air like a fog had fallen over the gathered people. It extended into an uncomfortable quiet that had the Macedonians adjusting slightly where they stood, unsure of how to react to such a quiet. Then the soldier snapped his fingers, the sound echoing off the stone walls. Then the sound of footsteps behind her. Ana’s head moved from side to side as she saw two soldiers approaching her from behind. She pulled back on the rope tied around her wrists, but found it held tight by the Centurion.

Ana turned back to the Centurion as he spoke again of how much power he possessed, then nodded to the two soldiers flanking the young Macedonian woman. Immediately, their hands took hold of the straps of her delicate silken dress, tearing it. Ana’s struggled began anew as she panicked, yanking back on the ropes and screaming as her clothes were torn from her body, leaving her naked except for the jewelry she wore. Immediately, her cheeks blushed a deep shade of red as she moved her hands up in a desperate attempt to cover herself. The only things left on her were her delicate golden necklace, bracelets and her circlet surrounding her head and braided into her hair.

She continued to struggle even as the Centurion spoke to her like she was some slave, doomed to serve Rome. Once she had been disrobed, the soldiers then grabbed her upper arms and forced her down onto her knees, her naked body completely exposed to the whole room as tears came to the corners of her eyes at the humiliation.
 
The Centurion watched the high born woman struggle as she was brought to her knees naked before him. Her screams had been ignored, but her body hadn’t been as now many an eye inspected her nubile form. Some of wealth and status were not pleasing on the eye, but she was the exact opposite, she was very nice to look upon. The soldiers kept a hold of her arms, so she couldn’t cover herself, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to everyone in the room.

Do you feel powerful now girl?

The centurion asks as steps up and reaches out to stroke the top of her head like some favored pet.

You are a pretty little thing. Living you may still serve a useful purpose to Rome.

The way his said it, she knew whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it. The complete lack of compassion was clear as he’d ruthlessly instructed his men to prostrate her there naked before everyone.

Have you ever seen the application of absolute power girl? The kind that would make you suck my cock like a dirty little whore?
 
Ana's head turned quickly as she scanned the room as she felt the lecherous eyes boring into her exposed body. She pulled against the hands that held her down on the ground as they pulled her arms back forcing her to remain uncovered, leaving her exposed to whatever eyes wished to drop upon her. Then the centurion stepped up and reached up to stroke the top of her head as he asked her how powerful she felt. Ana immediately pulled her head back away from his touch, her teeth clenching together.

Then he threatened her again, wanting her alive as she could still have a 'purpose' for Rome. Ana shuddered immediately at the tone of his voice, knowing immediately that whatever he meant by 'purpose' was not something that would be in her favour. Then he ordered her down on the ground, her face forced to stare at his feet as her body was forced forward, exposing her rear to anyone behind her. Her struggles continued furiously as the soldiers held her down, showing his lack of compassion for her wellbeing.

"I am not a whore!" Ana screamed out, trying to remain strong, however her voice trembled slightly in fear as she knew that she was completely at the centurion's mercy.
 
Of course you are a whore!

The Centurion said as he stood over her, her head at his boot. He looked down at her with contempt, as if she was an insignificant speck, beneath his notice. There he stood lording over her, telling her she was whore, and if that was bad enough, he continued his reasoning with horrid cruel logic.

So when you father sells your cunt to the highest bidder, and you take to that man’s bed, you nothing special, just bought and paid for. Shit at least a whore chooses if she's spreads her legs for coin, and she even gets to keep a bit.

The Roman ridiculed her, his words almost frothing with contempt as he stood over her, there was a chuckle or two as he described his impression of what she was or would have been if the Roman soldiers hadn’t taken over.

Did father at least teach you to suck cock, so you had some measurable skills?

The vulgarity and hate of his words were clear, this man thought nothing of her or her family. The cruelty of the words meant to inflict maximum harm as he spit them at her, treating her worse than the lowliest of people.

Or do you need a Roman to teach you?
 
The soldiers continued forcing Ana onto her stomach on the ground, trapping her bound hands beneath her stomach until she was lying flat, her face pressed down to the marble floor. The only thing she could see was the Centurions leather boot. Then he called her a whore once again, claiming that her getting married was the same if not worse. That was too much for Ana to take and her strong resolve broke beneath the contemptive words of hate spewing out of his mouth. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and the salty liquid began to run down her cheeks, wetting the marble floor beneath her.

She didn't speak as he continued his ridicule of her, asking if her father taught her to suck cock. Ana broke further as she started to audibly sob as she shook her head against her captors. Trying to quell her cries, she bit her lip in a feeble attempt to stop the noises from her mouth. With each hateful word from the Roman's mouth, Ana's spirit turned further. Held down flat on her stomach, her arms trapped by her own body, her face forced down against the floor like someone lower than an animal as a Roman mocked her regarding her ambitions for life.

"No," Ana whispered, her voice hoarse as he asked if she needed a Roman to teach her such a vulgar act, "Please."
 
The young woman whimpered and protested the point he was making. If she thought she’d garner some reprieve or freedom, she was wrong. For the Centurion indicated for one of soldiers to come forward, he whispers to the man, who exits the room.

We’ll just have to make sure you’ve been properly educated. Though I bet you’re thinking I’ll never do that.

The man seemed so arrogant, so confident as he began a rather simple display of power. So there she knelt, one soldier still hovering over her and Castor holding her leash. Soon the soldier returned with other soldiers, and they were further accompanied by her family: her mother, her father, and brother. They looked worn and tired, maybe even in shock, but they looked alive and basically unharmed. The Centurion smiled as the rest her family arrived.

I see the whole family is here now excellent. I think we are ready for a little demonstration.

The Centurion turned back to Ana and smiled. He acted as her family being her meant a total victory.

I think it’s time we start your education, don’t you? Are you ready to be a good little student?
 
Ana’s whimpers continued until she felt one of the soldier’s hands depart her arm. She immediately went silent and turned her head to watch him walk over to the Centurion as he whispered orders and then left. After he left the room, the soldier who had captured her took hold of the rope leash connected to her bound hands while the other wrapped his arm around hers, pulling her up to a kneeling position from where she was lying on the ground. She shuddered as the Centurion told her she would need to be ‘educated’ with such malice that she knew it was not going to be pleasant.

After a few moments of tense silence, Ana heard footsteps behind her. Numerous ones. Too many muffled together that she didn’t know how many more people had entered the villa to witness her humiliation. Ana shivered as the movement stopped. Fearing what she would see, Ana slowly turned her head, her eyes turning to rest on the bodies of her haggard family. Her family looked back at her with the same recognition.

Immediately, her mother moved forward, struggling against the soldier that held her back, screaming for her daughter’s release. Her brother, his eyes narrowed pushed through one guard only to be shoved back by another as he roared in anger against the Romans for humiliating his sister this way. Right after her brother was shoved back, her mother exploded into tears, loud sobs for her daughter. Her father remained still, his eyes widened in shock at the state of his noble daughter. Ever the negotiator, her father kept his cool as he took a step forward just as the Centurion turned back to his daughter, a lecherous look on his face.

“Please,” her father begged, his eyes tearing up as he spoke, “Please, she’s just a girl. Take me instead.”

During the whole ordeal, Ana struggled as well but her struggles were severely hampered as the two soldiers holding her, used their size as leverage to keep her bent over, naked, on her knees in the centre of the room. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as the Centurion repeated his goal of ‘educating’ her. Ana screamed in fear as her body trembled, held down by the Romans.
 
The Roman looked at the father as he pleaded for himself to be taken instead. The large man scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt for the man that once ruled this city. He looked at the beaten family briefly, giving them nothing more than a passing gaze, before he returned his gaze on the young daughter. Smirking he moved closer to where she was held down, his eyes enjoying the view of her nubile body prostate in front of him. He turned back to the family briefly.

I don’t think you understand the power of Rome and what affects it has on others. Nothing has been nor will it be denied of us. In the end all with serve Rome.

All Hail Rome!

The other Romans quickly and loudly repeating the words, even the other Macedonians join in, knowing better than to be silent.

All Hail Rome!, they all chanted in a chorus.

Now let me show you the power of Rome.

He smiled then moved over to the young woman, leaned down a whispered in her ear, such that only she heard.

You will take my cock into your mouth and suck it like a whore, and if you don’t I will one by one open your family up, letting their guts pour out on to the floor, so you can watch them die, slowly and painfully. Don’t you say a fucking word, or the result will be the same.

The Centurion stood in front of the defiant woman, reached down in front of all and withdrew his cock presenting it to the young woman.
 
Ana’s father watched in shock as the Roman scoffed at his offer. The man had assumed they would all be killed and was desperate to have mercy for at least one member of his family, his youngest daughter. Tears streamed down Ana’s cheeks as her mother began to sob uncontrollably at the state her daughter was being held in as well as her father’s utter defeat. Ana’s eyes never left her family as they attempted to fight for her freedom, a truly selfless act, that was quickly destroyed by the Roman’s words.

Her eyes remained on her father’s face even as the Roman approached. Her tears created dark lines down her cheeks as the Romans began a chant of ‘All hail Rome!’ His lips quivered but he never let a single tear fall. Her mother buried her face in his chest and her brother wrapped his mother in a hug as the Roman once again approached her.

She didn’t look at him as he bent down, whispering his orders in her ear, along with the threat of the death of her family. Her eyes, glistening with tears in the torchlight of the room remained affixed on her beaten and captured family. She blinked twice as more tears began to stream down her face as the threat stuck on his tongue for but a moment before disappearing into Ana’s head. Ana’s eyes immediately turned from defiant to sad. Her lips quivered slightly as she held her Father’s gaze for a moment, their connection obvious as he realized what had just happened. Her father shook his head slowly as Ana moved to look at the Roman before her.

Without a word, she opened her mouth slowly, just as he exposed his cock to the room, presenting it to her. Ana opened her mouth slowly, her muscles trembling as she took his manhood into her mouth. She moved clumsily as she heard her Father cry out in despair behind her, her mother’s sobs echoing throughout the room as she began sucking on the Roman’s cock, slowly.
 
The centurion watched as his cock slipped between the young Macedonian woman’s lips, the look on her face was priceless. Power was a thrilling, total power was an aphrodisiac. The man reveled in the application of power, the humiliation and degradation he was not only exacting on the young woman, but her very family. Even if only a few saw it, what happened here would be known even before the sun fell again in the sky.

Come on slut, that’s Roman cock, no fine piece of meat in all the known lands.

The centurion laughed as more of his cock not only moved between her lips, but grew in her mouth. He not only enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his member, but of the look of disgust on her father’s face as she opened up and did it. To see her mother’s hand come to her mouth and gasp, to see her turn her eyes away from her daughter. Now that was power, thought the Roman as he gloated with confidence. Looking right at her father, and her family, he ignored her, as he spoke to them.

Look at your daughter, she’d rather be on her knees serving a Roman, than bound with you. Don’t worry she knows were the power is and how to serve.

He looks back at her, smiling down.

She’s not very experienced, but I can train her. Suck it you little Macedonian slut, show me how much you appreciate Rome, and everything it’s got for you.
 
In sharp contrast to the Roman’s drunken state reveling in his absolute power over his new prisoner, Ana’s face was one of complete defeat. In order to save her family, she had to degrade herself to pleasuring her captor with her mouth. She knew that she would not escape this situation unscathed in society, nor would her family. But they would be alive and Ana would do anything to keep her family alive.

She shuddered when he berated her, calling his cock the finest meat in all the lands. Ana was disgusted with the actions she was performing on him. She hated being in such a position, held naked on her knees before a conqueror, her family watching in horror.

Then he began to speak to her family, lying to them and telling them that she would rather suck his cock than be with her family. Ana moaned in protest against his allegations regarding her as her father’s eyes narrowed in anger. Her mother was shocked at the humiliation of her only daughter. A daughter she had treasured. Ana heard her mother’s sobs behind her as her family was forced to watch their youngest child do the unthinkable.

Ana did remember what the Roman had threatened when he had issued his order to her. She could not speak a word of the threat or her family would be killed. So she continued sucking, murmuring over his cock as she tried to tell her parents that what they were being told was lies. She was a prisoner just as much as them, forced to perform such heinous acts in order to save their lives.
 
The young Macedonian woman continued to suck his cock as the Centurion talked to her family. The family looking on with horror, anger and disgust pleased him as he enjoyed the young girl’s mouth on his member. He moved his body so they could watch as his hips moved and pushed his cock into her mouth. Not at all bothered with what he was he was doing, he continued to degrade her in front of her family.

Don’t worry about her, she’s going to fine! She’s a natural little cockslut, and with her love of Roman cock she will be popular. Just think she doesn’t have to hide it anymore, she can be what she was born to be a little whore.

As he talked he put his hand on her head and pushed more of his cock into her mouth. With a smirk on his face, he reveled in humiliating her. Some enjoyed the battle, the euphoria of victory, but this centurion most enjoyed the submission of the vanquished. Rome was great; everyone should learn to serve its superiority, for it was eternal. Those that thought they could manipulate or even resist it; those are the ones he enjoyed the most to humiliated and subjugate. These Macedonians had thought themselves better, thought they could hold off the inevitable power and strength of Rome, and so their defeat was so much sweeter.

Just think she is going to live the dream of every little Macedonian girl to have a Roman between her legs.

The Centurion saw the looks of the family and just continued.

Oh don’t look like that. She’s going to be a good Roman slut, if you want she’ll take care of you. Just ask, that’s what allies are for, we share in our bounty.

Would one of her family actually take up the Centurion on his offer? How low would she go to save her family, if a member of that very family requested her use?
 
Ana could hear her family’s reaction as she was forced to take more and more of the Roman’s cock into her mouth. A mouth that had never touched a man before in her life. She could hear her mother’s cries of horror, her sobs of despair. She could hear her brother’s cries of rage, her father’s attempts at rescue. But it was no use as the Roman continued his assault on her. He seemed to be energized by the ordeal, spurred on by the humiliation of the only daughter of the leader of the city, within her own home, in front of her own family.

It was then that he turned her head, forcing her to see her family’s faces as he pushed more of his cock into her open mouth, filling it completely as tears came to her eyes. Her mother immediately collapsed to her knees. Her brother, pushing forward with inhuman strength and a cry of anger, had to be held back by other soldiers. Her father attempted to keep his emotions in check but she could see the tears forming as his upper lip began to shake slightly.

“How dare you!” her brother cried at his allegations that his sister was born to be a whore, struggling against the soldiers as they held him back, one pressing their sword into his neck to calm his movements.

Ana groaned as he placed his hand on the top of her head before pushing more of his erection into her mouth. Her groan turned to a gag as he pushed too far, her gag reflex pushing his cock out of her throat. Then he continued to berate her actions, her movements as he revealed what he had planned for her to her family. Her mother’s cries erupted once again as her tears stained the marble floors. Her entire body shook at the fate of her only daughter. Her brother was forced to remain still but tears filled his eyes as well. Her father, though, regained his composure at the offer of using his own daughter in such a way.

“I would rather die, than to see my daughter subjugated to such horrors,” he said calmly, his head remaining high as he refused the offer.
 
The Centurion enjoyed not only the girl’s lips upon his manhood, but her family’s response to his goading. The man laughed as her family protested, for their complaints were as irrelevant as they were. Even if her father was ready to throw away his life, the daughter wasn’t, for she continued to suck on his cock. At the last moment he pulled his spit covered rod from the young woman’s mouth, giving her a momentary respite, as he talked to her family.

How dare I? How dare I? I can, because I’m Roman.

The once ruler seemed to think he still had power and that the Centurion cared if he lived or died. Not even threatened or the least worried, he looked at the distraught man, and looked down at the young woman.

You want to suck my cock don’t you? Show your daddy, how you’re going to serve Rome.

Leaving his cock dangling, and dripping in her spit, he looked back at the father.

I don’t think anyone cares if you live or die old man, but either way your daughter will be on her knees serving Rome. So if you want to die, I’m sure we can find a stake outside the walls for you to sit on.
 
Ana’s brother’s eyes remained narrowed, his teeth remained clenched as the Roman replied to his cries to revolt against the treatment and label of his sister. But he knew better than to argue. So his words remained within him as he was pulled back away. Ana was relieved when the Roman removed his manhood from her mouth, giving her a momentary respite from the humiliation. Her sobs were audible as her head collapsed down, her eyes moved to the floor as her tears dripped into small puddles on the floor.

Then the Roman turned to her father before returning his attention back to her, ending her short respite from the torture. Ana’s head turned as her reddened eyes pleaded with them to understand. She was not doing this because she wanted to. She was giving herself to the Roman to save their lives. But she couldn’t say that or they would be killed. She only hoped that her father could read her thoughts as she forced her head back to stare at his still erect cock.

Opening her mouth, her sobs became soft whimpers as tears stained her cheeks as she started sucking on him again, her father watching in horror. Tears came to his eyes as well as the look his daughter shared with him was one of despair and humiliation. His lip quivered slightly as he stood upright, his head held high at the threat of being put up on a stake.

“We will never bow to Rome!” her father replied strongly, his son straightening up his back as well to keep his head held high as well. At that moment, Ana moved her head back off the Roman’s cock. Tears burst from her eyes as she screamed, a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the room as her father seemingly sealed his fate.

“NOOOO!!!!” she cried out, her head swinging to see her mother join the family, all of them refusing to bow to Rome.
 
The Centurion didn’t seem fazed as the father protested and declared his unwillingness to bow, or even when his daughter cried out her warning. None of it seemed to break the Centurion’s resolve or in the least cause him to halt his actions. Rather, he just chuckled as the family tried to stand strong and prepared to oppose him in a group. So many before had done similar, and so many before had failed. Romans were good at many things, especially conquest and subjugation. Of course he couldn’t allow them to remain strong, or to defy him for it would only lead to further problems and issues.

Be quiet old man, or this one will be the only thing left of your seed. Continue to protest and you won’t be alone on your stake, I’ll make you watch your first born then your wife go before you. She’ll probably scream a lot louder than the first time you stuck that little cock of yours in her.

The Centurion looks down at Ana, displeased at her outburst. With his member jutting out, he leans in and again whispers to her.

Well I guess you’re going to have to work twice as hard now. So get on your hand and knees, and stick your ass in the air and beg me to fuck you like a little whore, and you better do a good job.

Having spoken to the young woman, he looks at the old man again, and issues yet another warning.

Do not try my kindness and patience old man, for whatever you can imagine, I will make it twice as bad as that. I let the fucking rats eat you alive.
 
Tears flooded into Ana’s eyes as her family refused to subjugate themselves to the Romans as she had attempted to save their lives from the horrible torture that would befall them. However, she was unable to tell them that lest she risk their lives if the Romans threat rang true. So she remained still, held down on her knees on the ground and watched, her eyes wide with fear and despair as the Roman spoke in response to their refusal. When he had threatened her mother, Ana’s sobs rang out in the large room, echoing off the stone walls as tears began to stream down her face. She shook her head as the tears dried on her cheeks, staining her tanned skin.

Then she heard her Roman captor shuffle behind her, then his voice in her ear as he whispered his next order for her to do in order to save her family. Ana’s eyes remained on her father throughout the entire command. She bit her lip slightly in hesitation as she saw the anger in her father’s eyes. But she had to save them! So, with her sobs echoing throughout the room, she turned back to him and began lowering her head towards the ground, her bound hands beneath her as she moved her rear up into the air. Shaking uncontrollably, she began to speak, her voice trembling with cries.

“Please, fuck me like a whore,” she uttered out, her voice breaking as she began crying again, “Please, fuck me.”

His daughter’s begging was too much for the old man as he stormed forward. However, he didn’t get far as the soldiers grabbed hold of his arms to hold him back. Her mother screamed out in fear and despair at the sight of her daughter in such a position and her brother immediately joined their father.

“Fucking Roman!” her father cried out, “Release her or I will ensure your own slow death! I pray the gods rain down their wrath upon you for doing such a thing to an innocent girl!!”
 
The Centurion ignored the old man’s threat, and instead looked right at the man as he bent down over his daughter and guided his rigid member in his daughter's cunt. As the man continued to proclaim the dire things that would happen to the Centurion, who just laughed as he fucked the man’s daughter. His turgid staff plunging into her hole with eager abandon, as he looked right at the old man and smiled.

Continue with this and I’ll have your wife tied to a pole in the middle of our camp, and I’ll leave her there till everyone has had a chance with her. So fucking don’t threaten me old man, you are a worthless fool, who seems too stupid to understand the predicament he is in. The only one exhibiting any signs of intelligence is this little slut.

Just to prove his point the Centurion continued to hold the young woman about the hips and fuck her, his hips driving his length deep into her, the sound of slapping flesh coming from their joining. All eyes watched and more than one Roman has a smile or gaze of lust. The other Macedonians seemed pleased with the turn of events, pointing and laughing amongst themselves as the Roman took pleasure upon the young girl and her family. The Centurion enjoying this scene, now talks to the young thing impaled on his cock.

How is your first Roman cock slut? Does that feel good as you dreamed it would be?

His Roman balls slapping her clit as he again plunged his cock into her, enjoying every inch of her tightness that wrapped around his length.
 
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