Corlis looked down at his slave. His hand brushed against the exposed flesh for her arm and he felt a heat radiating from his heart outwards. In that moment the Legionary wanted to strip off her loose flowing garment and place her against the wall as he ravished her body but he remembered her words. Taking her hand he guided down steel gilded halls and once more back into the great hall.
The entire room had been changed for the event. It was a grand showing and nearly the entire group of veterans from the campaign had been assembled. Corlis squeezed the hand of Kallie and then told her he would be back soon. His attendants took her to where other personal slaves were kept. It was an area that was covered in red cushions of just about every make and shape one could think up. Large cushions, small cushions even bed sized cushions covered parts of the floor.
Joining the veterans Corlis took his place amongst his fellow soldiers. He wasn't the last but he was close to it and soon the Legator spoke out. The senior officer of the legion was tall and imposing even in a similar garment as Corlis. He spoke of a great victory that they had one and how proud he was to serve in their legion as their commander and a fellow soldier who had led them in countless times. Then came the parade, prisoners drawn out in rags and chains down the lengths of the great hall.
The attendants and ship crewman cheered and raised their glasses. "Degatis, degatis!" The defeated. The soldiers either looked on or added cheers of their own as Corlis did. They were vanquished, the lowest of the low and worse they had been captured alive, a grave dishonor in the Imperial ways. He wondered for a moment if Kallie's father and brother were there but soon as the last prisoners left the room he focused his attention back on the Legator.
"Tonight we celebrate in the name of those we have lost and the great steps we have taken for our grand Empire. Legionaries you may commence your festival, take what you have earned and enjoy it. The Legion's work is never done." He said with a smile and drumming tone. The legionaries cheered as did the ship crew and others and they returned to the space where the women and men had been left. Immediately legionaries began stripping their personal slaves and others from the civilian groups that had been presented. Servants milled about with drinks and food ready to quench thirst or hunger when the appetites of the flesh were defeated, or at least subsided for the moment.
Corlis felt his heart starting to hammer more in his chest. He saw dozens of women to take, many within range of Kallie's beauty but his entire focus went to her as he crossed the distance. Taking her in his powerful arms he pulled down the material of her dress from her full breasts and grabbed a handful of flesh while teeth sank into her neck. Around them moans and cries of pleasure and excitement had already broken out. Girls and men from the slave group were dominated and some were broken in as Kallie had been. All had been given the same injection Corlis and Kallie had given themselves and each craved the attention of their masters that night.
Another legionary, Vacikis stood nearby with one girl on his lap and another mewling on a set of cushions as his fingers explored her private jewel. The attendants congregated around their master and Corlis noted the one girl Relia looking sad and defeated as her hands moved over Kallie's arms slowly as if she expected punishment for what had happened. He ignored her preferring to let Kallie deal with her as she would.