Rania Lark
Star
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2013
Tears streamed down Ana’s cheeks, staining them as the Roman began to slowly walk around her body, disappearing from her view. His sandals making soft padding noises on the floor as he traversed the small circle about her. Then the padding stopped abruptly. Ana’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes traversed wildly in front of her, terrified of what was about to happen.
Then her worst nightmare became reality as she felt an excruciating pain explode from between her legs. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out as her arms buckled beneath her, shaking too violently to hold her body up, forcing her rear further into the air as the Centurion plundered her virginity, robbing it brutally and without warning.
Ana’s screams echoed throughout the room as the Centurion threatened her family once again. His hands moved over her hips, holding her shaking body in place as he continued to force his way inside of her, brutally pumping himself into her with no remorse, no caring, taking her maidenhead with his brutality.
Her mother’s screams joined with her daughter’s at the sight of her own flesh and blood’s suffering at the hands of callous Romans. Her brother had to hold her mother upright to keep her from collapsing into a heap on the floor. Her father’s lips trembled as his eyes widened with disgust and fear at the treatment of his only daughter, his prized possession.
Ana was forced to remain still, her cries and screams of pain echoing throughout the stone hall as the Roman mocked her, pumping hard into her as he continued to plunder his spoil of war. She couldn’t reply to his questions nor his mocking as the pain was too great.
Then her worst nightmare became reality as she felt an excruciating pain explode from between her legs. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out as her arms buckled beneath her, shaking too violently to hold her body up, forcing her rear further into the air as the Centurion plundered her virginity, robbing it brutally and without warning.
Ana’s screams echoed throughout the room as the Centurion threatened her family once again. His hands moved over her hips, holding her shaking body in place as he continued to force his way inside of her, brutally pumping himself into her with no remorse, no caring, taking her maidenhead with his brutality.
Her mother’s screams joined with her daughter’s at the sight of her own flesh and blood’s suffering at the hands of callous Romans. Her brother had to hold her mother upright to keep her from collapsing into a heap on the floor. Her father’s lips trembled as his eyes widened with disgust and fear at the treatment of his only daughter, his prized possession.
Ana was forced to remain still, her cries and screams of pain echoing throughout the stone hall as the Roman mocked her, pumping hard into her as he continued to plunder his spoil of war. She couldn’t reply to his questions nor his mocking as the pain was too great.