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Enslaved

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Aquilan & Ramirus

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Bodies heaved and twisted together in carnal bliss as feminine moans filled the air of the private chamber, draped with the most intricately stitched of tapestries and framed by columns draped in vines. A clamour of mostly reptilian furs - for those with similar tastes tended to stay together - groaned lewdly as they rocked together in various stages of undress (or dress, if one counted the sleeping chamber finery that adorned some of their bodies too), legs wrapped around torsos and waists alike, all in the name of seeking that greater, blissful high of orgasm.

It would have been a normal scene across many of the liberated countries, if not for one fact that could not be ignored. What was strange about the orgy, however, was that only females were present - not that that deterred them in the slightest from enjoying the thrills of one another's bodies. In a Roman culture where sexual freedoms were twisted and yet still controlled, their lusts were their own within their gender to explore as they willed. No, the only limitation on the wives on who they could sleep with was the males, their husbands allowing or disallowing their partners, often based on their own personal preferences.

And the males were very liberal on who they allowed their wives to sleep with. After all, who would they be to deny them such pleasure and lust when it lured them back to their beds at the end of the day filled with the need for their husbands above all others?

Certain servants were permitted to pleasure the wives and the chamber door opened with a wooden creak as several canines, smaller than the majority of well-fed ladies sprawled around the chamber, entered, their heads lowered respectfully. Despite being servants, they knew just what they had been sent there for and their cocks stood to attention, ready to do their duty to those in power. In all fairness, it was hardly a bad position to be in.

Slipping into the orgy as if they'd been present from the beginning, they did the bidding of the femfurs, a swan calling in a golden-furred servant with a crook of her long, slender neck.

"My sweet," she said, the words seeming to roll off her orange and black beak like the finest honey. "Do come here. It has been so long since you have been sent to me..."

And she lay back with a whooping call that heralded her pleasure to the room at large as the dog dove between her legs with an eager yelp, lapping at her slit with youthful vigour.

Their pleasure, however, was not to be restricted to males they'd experienced before as their husbands had put together a very delightful surprise for them on that particular day.

The door opened once more but, this time, two new furs with iron collars around their necks were marched in by the guards, tall, imposing figures who clasped spears in one paw each. The guards frowned and jabbed the slaves, an eagle and a feathered raptor that looked like they'd rather be anywhere, absolutely anywhere, else forward with a growl and a hiss, the serpent's tongue flickering cruelly from his mouth.

"Your husssbandsss, sssend their regardsss," he hissed, bowing to his superiors and taking a step back. "Two new ssslavesss for your pleasssure."

No one knew just which husbands were the reason behind such a fruitful and thoughtful gift but all eyes immediately landed on the pair, standing with their shoulders hunched and rounded as if they had seen far too much during their time in the barred cells. Eyes lit up and Aquilan, the eagle, gulped as they were verbally accosted, words flying at them seemingly from all directions in a barrage of crude sound.

"Who are they?"

"They're new..."

"Slaves! They're both slaves!"

"Oh, the divinity!"

Despite the exclamations, his companion from the cell, Ramirus the raptor, remained steadfastly silent, tipping his chin up as if to further deny those who had so sought to capture him. Even though he had been captured in body, he was one who certainly would always maintain that his mind and soul would not be chained and broken. Little did the proud raptor know what was to come as greedy claws reached for him with single-minded purpose.

Clustering around Aquilan and Ramirus, the throng of needy wives giggled and called out crudeness to one another, groping and pinching and squeezing wherever they pleased. Without any semblance of protection - not even loincloths to cover their dignity - the captured males were pushed forward by the guards, a quick shove in the small of their backs rendering them completely and utterly at the mercy of the orgy of horny wives.

"This is all your fault!"

Aquilan snapped, glaring the raptor scout down as his head was forced back, a bird of prey - a harrier, maybe? - opening his beak for a look inside as if he was nothing more than an unthinking animal, something that could be handled without feeling or concern for their emotions. Ramirus, however, sank into himself, his wrists bound securely with a strip of leather behind his back. Earlier on, it had been dampened and was steadily cutting deeper and deeper into his wrists as the feathered raptor clenched his jaw and suffered through. That one had been for disrespecting one of the guards. Perhaps due to his position in the militia, the raptor was well used to waiting and biding his time, although time, in effect, seemed to be the one commodity in short supply.

"You didn't come in with me," he said levelly, holding his head high and out of the reach of a particularly adamant Tyrannosaurs who seemed to want his attention. "You shouldn't have made a scene of yourself."

Spluttering, Aquilan shrieked and would have lunged for him if not for his own bondage and a secretary bird who stepped between them, her dark eyes radiating with glee as she inspected him from all angles.

"Oooh, isn't he a pretty one?" She cooed, clapping her hand-like wings together. "Let's see what they can do first. Slaves!"

She squawked the command and Aquilan immediately shuddered back, balking at her tone. As if she thought she could order him around like a common slave!

"I'm not -"

"I did not order you to speak!" Her scowl, beak clamping shut, quieted him, though the eagle simmered with barely concealed anger. "Now... Let us see what two fine slaves such as yourselves may be useful for. Kiss."

Aquilan blinked dumbly at her as Ramirus' jaw dropped, just about visible in the corner of his eye.

"What?"

The secretary bird rocked back on her clawed feet and clicked the edges of her beak together, somehow embodying an air of demanding. Although, it seemed appropriate, considering their situation, her towering over them while the males, without fail, were all on their knees.

"If you do not kiss," she said, raising her voice imperiously. "We will simply send you to be executed. You won't even have the glory of a death in the Coliseum, just something particularly painful that is better suited to the likes of a disobedient slave."

Aquilan shuddered. He'd seen the bodies of slaves who'd disobeyed on his way there. It certainly was a time that was bathed crimson in blood, death following life as surely as the circle turned. He looked to the raptor hopelessly, the weight of the iron collar weighing down around his neck. He knew his place.

But Ramirus clamped his jaws together and took a step back, purple feathers ruffling even as he shook his head. But he didn't get a chance to speak up as the avian who was truly in charge of the situation hissed viciously.

"I said to kiss!"

Without a break between speech and movement, her wings were on either of their heads, shoving them together without ceremony. A shivering Aquilan glanced hopelessly around as Ramirus bumped into him, amber eyes panicked, but there was no hope of escape as the guards clearly crossed their spears over the door with a sharp rap of wood. No, there was nowhere for them to go and, with his eyes resolutely closed, Aquilan parted his beak ever so slightly and leaned forward...

A raptor's nose met his and the reptile made a sound of disgust even as his mouth was forced up against Aquilan's beak, lips parting coarsely as his tongue poked out in surprise. Pushing down any feelings of disgust he may have had - after all, if he was to escape at some point, he had to put on something of a show - the eagle kissed the raptor, shoulders tense and hunched as he encountered the alien sensation of kissing another male for the very first time.

Their tongues entwined and Aquilan shuddered as the raptor was forced up against him. He didn't need his eyes open to know that Ramirus' head was being held in place, the raptor kissing him only through duress. Although, suddenly, the dinosaur's lips relaxed and he kissed the eagle desperately, leaning into him as if he had suddenly found the eagle to be his own point of stability in a storm that was completely and utterly beyond his control.

They no longer had any sense of control over their own lives, after all.

"And, for your insolence in disobeying," the avian proclaimed, reclaiming their attention. "The two of you will fuck!"

She shrieked the last word as she flapped her wings, loose feathers fluttering off as if she could not contain her excitement at the notion for a moment longer. The eagle gasped, his beak parting further to break the kiss, but there was no sense or word in his mind beyond a dull, all-encompassing roar that consumed every last drop of his being.

If he was going to be used by the wives, that was surely bad enough, but to fuck another male? He reeled from the notion, shaking his head - but then Ramirus was there, his blue eyes glinting fiercely as he forced himself in front of Aquilan. Blocking out the eagle's view of the room, he drew himself up tall, though there was not too much he could do to make his lithe form appear more intimidating and powerful - particularly not with his paws tied behind his back.

"I'm on top."

The eagle's eyes narrowed, thrown from his shock as his feathers ruffled. The wives pressed in and yet, for a moment, he paid them no mind, eyes fixed on the raptor as his chest rose and fell sharply. Yet no breath seemed to come as his chest grew ever-increasingly tighter, throat closing up as if a paw had clenched around his neck.

"I hardly think that you get to decide that."

"Yes!" The T-Rex who had taken one of the canine servants before their arrival growled, her reptilian eyes shining with passion. "The raptor can be on top... But he will not be on top with me afterwards."

Crudely, they were thrust together once more, chests bouncing off one another as feathers ruffled and Aquilan's breath quickened. The raptor closed his eyes and threw himself into the motion, his lips finding the eagle's as he kissed him with all the passion of a long-lost lover, teeth just barely grazing the edges of Aquilan's beak. If he had not been in such a dire situation, the eagle would have told him off but, as it was, he kissed him back with desperate fervour, trusting his only will and escape to the divinity of the gods above.

"Cut the bonds! Let them caress one another's bodies for our pleasure!"

Ramirus' lips twisted but he remained still, yet quivering, as the snake guard sliced the leather that had been digging into his wrists for hours on end. Relief washed over his face but there was no time to rub the soreness from them as Aquilan was also freed, though the kind of freedom they found there was perhaps less than one would have found desirable.

The raptor's arms came up hesitantly as if his mind was torn between two opposing outcomes but even a member of the militia knew what was good for him in a dire yet lustful situation. Heart pounding and tightening in his throat, Ramirus growled, portraying a false element of control that was never truly his to take. Drawing Aquilan against his chest, the raptor snarled, eyes fierce, and the avian could not help but swoon, Ramirus grinding up against him as if he'd done it all before, the raptor's slit nuzzling up to his crotch in an intimate kiss.

And he could only react, lust flooding his body from that small touch alone, Ramirus' paws boldly roaming his body as if they owned it. As his cock firmed up, the raptor's paw wrapped around it possessively, stroking and squeezing it to greater heights of barely hidden ecstasy.

"Yessss..." The T-Rex hissed, tipping forward as the eagle's cock began to, oh so very slowly harden. "Isn't he delectable? He'll be glorious beneath you, Valens."

The secretary birds eyes smouldered, her beak parted.

"Truly so..."

For neither male would leave the pleasure chamber without giving the ladies every last bit of them they desired. Ramirus grasped Aquilan's cock urgently, spinning him about as his own ground up beneath the eagle's tail-feathers, pushing them up against his back. Squawking, Aquilan cast him an indignant look, feathers well and truly ruffled.

"Watch it!"

Ramirus smirked, seeming to come back to himself just a little, though the light in his eyes could have been more from his own stiff shaft, his lust getting the better of him when he really should have been of sound mind.

"Really, is that your greatest complaint here?"

That shut up the eagle swiftly enough and he groaned as his cock was masturbated so crudely, Ramirus bending him over with shocking obedience as orders were called out to them left right and centre.

"Take him!"

"Show us what you can do!"

Others simply lay back and allowed the servants to do their best work on them, canines and other males - even the guards looked more than a little interested in joining the pleasurable fray - lapping eagerly at their dripping pussies while their lusts rose and rose. Aquilan was borne down to his knees, everything spinning out of his control, and the eagle grunted softly, the edges of his beak clacking together, as he was shoved onto all fours. He was but a passive player in events and would have been so helpless in the arms of the raptor whether or not the beast had been commanded to take him as he had been.

The eagle, for that matter, had always been submissive to a fault and it was no surprise to the darkest reaches of his mind that he groaned as Ramirus pushed over him, that hard raptor-cock seeking entrance. Something slick poured over his tail hole - some kind of lubricant? - and he trembled helplessly as the raptor made quick work of sliding two slickened digits under his tail, curling his claws lightly up against his prostate.

Aquilan gasped and arched his back but the fingers were already gone, everything moving quickly, quickly, quickly as shouts and jeers filled the chambers. The wives had something they wanted to see from them and they were going to have it whether the males craved it too or not. Rough paws and claws forced Ramirus up against the eagle and both males braced themselves as his cock was driven up into position, squeezing against a clenched pucker - which then gave in with a slurp of lubricant.

Aquilan shrieked as he was filled, trying to flap his feathered arms but struggling all the same to keep his torso from crashing into the floor. Heat flooded his body and he whipped his head from side to side as a cock stretched open his tail hole for the first time, cheeks burning and the raptor letting out a hoarse 'bark' of lust. He couldn't be enjoying such an act, could he? But all Ramirus seemed to be doing was sinking further and further into himself, grinding and working his hips to cram every last inch of his shaft into a barely prepared passage.

He was not free, however, to thrust as he willed, strong, female arms encircling his torso as the T-Rex, later revealed to be of the name 'Sabinus', leaned into him, dictating his thrusts with her blocky jaw resting on his shoulder.

"That's it," she growled, tightening her grip around him. "Harder. Make him feel it."

And Ramirus shuddered against the eagle, the tremor rolling all the way through him and down the length of his aching, pulsing shaft as he submitted. It was something he would later reflect on, the illicit lust of enjoying being used as a living sex toy for the T-Rex, much less the whole chamber of horny femfurs, but it would take him more than simply one session to understand the need flooding his body. Swallowing a whimper that would not have been seemly to release, he subconsciously leaned back into the dinosaur, who was certainly larger than his lithe form if not taller.

No, he was not a raptor in control of his own motions and actions in her hold and he never would be again. The eagle called out and shrieked, cheeks heating up as he was pounded, each thrust seeming to drive deeper than the last as he was forced to take every last inch of his cellmate's cock.

He was distracted, however, from the flicker of pain and immense stretch by the secretary bird stepping in front of him, her stature and stance as imperious as ever. She lifted a leg and hooked it powerfully over his shoulders, easily balancing as she squatted down to his level as if it took absolutely no effort at all to press her sweetly scented sex, oils and aromas painstakingly preened into her feathers, up to his parted, panting beak.

"Take a taste," Valens murmured, although the invitation was not truly optional. "Your need makes me hunger for you."

He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, only part his beak as obediently as a trained hawk and flickered out his tongue to the soft warmth of her sex as she sighed and ground up against him. Experienced, at least, in the art of female pleasure, Aquilan groaned into her slick pussy lips, the feathers ever so lightly tickling his beak where they framed her sex, softer and more luxurious for protecting such an intimate part of her body.

Sabinus the T-Rex goaded him on, paws roaming his body as if she owned him, groping and pinching and squeezing crudely: no part was spared. And, truly, the empire did own him, completely and utterly, whether the raptor liked it or not.

"Go on," she hissed. "Can you even fuck like a real male? Show me what your orgasm is like! Whether you're even _worth_me!"

It was all a ploy and Ramirus tried to swallow but found his mouth too dry to do so, the orgy room taking on a surreal, dream-like quality as he hammered into the poor eagle, barely aware that her paws had left his body. He just had to keep going, keep thrusting, stay in the moment and forget the weight of the collar around his neck. His orgasm was not his to take and, still, he moaned as if he was taking a sweetheart's cherry as he slammed into the eagle, uncaring of his pleasure only that he got something, anything, of his where he was not permitted anything at all.

Aquilan grunted into Valens increasingly slick and ready sex, cock throbbing and twitching as it drooled a steady stream of pre-cum. He could hardly breathe as her thighs closed around his beak and blocked off his 'nares, eyes half-lidded, although that didn't really matter either, his whole world that of her thighs. His tail hole ached to take something so large, but distraction was a large part of him actually being able to bear it, the need to cum, to please, to serve, swelling through his entire being.

Shuddering, he pressed into the secretary bird as Ramirus slammed in with particularly brutal force, the raptor unable to chuff and grunt through a sudden and sharp orgasm that snatched up his body and hurled it to the rocks like a ship on rough seas. He tried to snarl but Sabinus' - the T-Rex - lips were on his and he had to submit to her instead, feathers quivering with restrained need, hips working and working to fill the eagle with every last drop of his seed.

And then they were nothing more than sex toys for the gathering, their lewdly gay scene stimulating the femfurs to ever greater heights of lust and need. Only, their needs were always going to be ones that went fulfilled and not those of the males they so keenly passed around.

Pinned down on his back, Aquilan tried to clamp his beak shut and resist as he was held down by multiple femfurs, his cock milked and pumped by Valens strong hands, her arms and her wings but one and the same. Crudely, she teased him many times to the edge of orgasm as Ramirus was forced to lap the pussy of another dinosaur, perhaps a stegosaurus from the rise of the plates lining her back, the eagle shrieking and squirming beneath the wicked edging.

Only when she was good and ready for him did the secretary bird's eye gleam in that splash of orange feathers, a false eye, and she lowered herself over his aching shaft, taking him deep into her pussy. A reptile held him down, claws scratching through his feathers, but Aquilan was already lost to her, trying to thrust and grind up into her even as he was securely held in place by her unyieldingly strong legs.

"You will put your seed where it belongs!"

And maybe it did belong inside her and maybe it didn't: the point of her control was that it was for her and her alone to decide how she took him. She rode him mercilessly, climaxing before him with a shriek that echoed off the high ceiling as her comrades cheered, her consorts in oh so very pleasurable 'crime'. And she did not stop, mocking and teasing him until she'd taken another climax off the length of his cock and forced him to squall in orgasm himself, tail feathers crushed beneath his body. His seed shot into her but she scoffed and mocked him further, the words that he was a weak male with so little to offer her crashing over him, a shuddering force that he could not possibly hope to defeat.

That only meant he would have to fill her more, over and over again, until she was actually satisfied.

Yet everyone wanted their fill of the new slaves and more. A much larger Argentinosaurus that completely dwarfed Ramirus took him multiple times, sitting on his muzzle and crushing him down into the sand-coloured stone beneath them, her arousal and orgasm soaking the light scales and feathers on his face repeatedly. Not that he had any stance to object, of course, and his partner was subject to similar treatment, the birds favouring him as Valens took him back for herself, driving a crudely made faux penis up under his tail with driving intent.

And so they became nothing more than slaves for the wives, passed around from female to female as they were well-used. Ramirus held Aquilan down as Valens delicately lifted his tail feathers for the serpent guard to take him anally, forcing the poor eagle to take a much larger cock with very little preparation the second time around. A Triceratops with a wicked grin cooed as she stroked Aquilan's feathers, marvelling at the red in his wings as if she had never quite seen an avian like him before.

"Aren't you glorious?" She murmured, tongue running over the hard beak of her lips even as he cried out, eyes watering from the strain of taking such a large cock. "Why... I do think I'll have to have you next..."

The eagle, however, didn't have a say in who had him next or at all, although Ramirus' paws on his shoulder blades, a necessary precaution to ensure he didn't try to judder away instinctively, seemed less rough than they could have been. It was little consolation though when the Triceratops was replaced with a hawk with a wickedly curved, hooked beak. She may have been a species better suited to quick turns in midair and tearing through hapless prey, but she was certainly enjoying the lap of luxury with the rest of the wives, seating herself very firmly over his head as the whimpering eagle was manhandled onto his back.

"Lick."

The command was not one to be disobeyed and Aquilan gasped against her sex as she bore down onto his beak, using the curve of it to tease her clit. Grunting thickly, she squeezed her thighs around his head as Ramirus was taken away for other entertainment, though was swiftly dragged off by a trio of Velociraptors, small yet deadly in a pack, to be tossed from one to another like a living sex doll. The eagle squirmed, the prostate stimulation too much for his body to bear as he eased closer and closer to orgasm, needing to climax and yet not quite being allowed the ecstasy of it.

"You're here for them," the snake hissed, breath stinking like rancid meat as it washed over him. "Jussst the wivesss."

And Aquilan knew it was to be true, even though he could not hold back the pleasure of his own body as the snake jammed in his cock, uncaring of the eagle's pleasure, and sending him rocketing over the edge once more. Dimly, he was aware that it should have been a lot more difficult for him to climax so soon after the first one but that didn't matter as he shot a load over his own stomach, cum staining his feathers. The wives laughed and pointed, mocking him even as the hawk clucked her tongue disappointedly against the roof of her mouth and shook her head at him.

"Taking your pleasure before mine? Well, there'll be consequences for that..."

He saw no more than her hot, soft thighs as she pressed down, sealing off his vision with feathers as the hawk demanded her pleasure from him above all else. Dizzy from his peak and a little from the lack of oxygen, the eagle gasped and shuddered and tried to focus on lapping her sex above all else, fixated on it even as the snake juddered and spent himself under his tail.

The snake withdrew in a sloppy mess of cum, only to be sent off for some other manner of guard duty. He was not the one that the wives were overly interested in and the hawk groaned lustfully, tongue protruding delicately over the edge of her beak, as she ground down, working towards her high with single-minded determination.

"Oh, that's it, little bird..."

He shivered and redoubled his efforts - what other option did he have than to obey? His tongue ran between her pussy lips and delved deep, seeking out the spot of nerves inside her heated passage that would send her squirming into climax. He had to work and twist his head as much as possible to get his beak up against her but he managed to wriggle his tongue deep, lapping and groaning into her warmth. The hawk's breath caught and that was all the warning he had before her thighs clamped down, the predator screeching and flapping her wings madly as she shot into a climax that soaked his beak and face with her juices.

There was no time to bask in her enjoyment, however, as Aquilan was too swiftly torn away with the scent and taste of her thick on his beak. Forced down to his knees, the secretary bird loomed over him, tapping one clawed foot imperiously on the floor.

"Well, well..." She crooned. "Seems the delicious ones always come back to me now, don't they?"

Aquilan sucked in a breath but that was all he had time for as she bent over at the waist, tail lifting to show off her softly feathered sex.

"See what you can do about that with a little more motivation, my sweet eagle."

He hardly needed further encouragement, pushing his shaft into her without thinking twice. He must have been given something - drugs or herbs or the like - to keep him hard and ready as his cock didn't seem to be softening any time soon and he shrieked with need as his hips worked to fill her, tail-feathers shivering with each, lustful stroke of his cock. Valens, however, would be the one to orgasm first, that was if she even allowed him to climax at all; it really wasn't his decision anymore.

Ramirus fared little better, used and abused within the pack of raptors who perhaps should have been a little kinder to one of their own kind. His nose was pressed to one sex after the other, forced to lap out their juices even as he groaned and muttered a little plea for release that fell on deaf ears. It wasn't as if they were about to let him go when they'd only just captured him, after all, and they cackled to themselves, exchanging words on just what a little male he was in comparison to them.

"Tiny."

"He'll have to keep licking to please us."

"A male raptor can't do what we can do."

"Can you stand up to all three of us?"

Bigger than him, the female raptors shrieked and swung their tails, hips slamming down on his cock as one took him deep, though she was swiftly replaced by one of her 'sisters', need rising.

But the raptors were not to steal him away forever as Sabinus stomped up to them, her stamina recovered and her head held high. The T-Rex's eyes gleamed and she let out a long, rolling growl, drawing the attention of anyone in the near vicinity. Her imposing stance could not be ignored and the raptors fell quiet, heads tipped away respectfully.

"I think you're done with him now."

That she was claiming him from the trio of raptors, one riding his cock as the other bared her teeth in a hiss that wasn't fooling anyone, seemed beside the point. Sabinus smirked and snapped her fingers, pointing away from Ramirus as if her order should have been clear. When they did not move immediately, she pushed her shoulder blades back a little more, massive jaws parting as ropes of saliva hung between her teeth, the difference in size impossible to miss.

"Ladies..." She rumbled, paws on her hips as her eyes seemed to flash. "I think it is my turn with the slave now."

Dominance ruled and, although they grumbled, the raptors dispersed to others in the room, choosing their partners as carelessly as they would their dinner. But that left Ramirus all alone with the massive T-Rex, the size difference between them impossible to ignore as both her height and bulk towered over the comparatively small raptor.

Ramirus gulped as she descended on him, turning him about in her paws as if she could do whatever she liked with him - but that was exactly true. She laughed cruelly and patted him on the head, the note of condescension in the tone impossible to miss.

"Show me what you can do with these," she crooned, pressing her breasts in around his head, half smothering him. "I'm sure there's some skill to you that you haven't shown me yet..."

Whether there was or wasn't, Ramirus wasn't eager to find out but he shivered and, as obediently as possible, brought a pair of trembling paws up to her heavy breasts, taking their leathery weight in both paws. They dwarfed his paws, more than a double-handful by far, and he whimpered, dipping his nose to one with a distinct air of uncertainty - would one wrong move have him sent away to his death? - and snaking out his tongue around a lusty nipple. The hard bud perked into his mouth and he suckled it carefully between his lips, eyes rolling back into his skull as the scented oils she'd had other servants rub into her body flooded her senses, heightening his need.

"See?" She murmured, running her paws down his back as his tail flicked and wavered. "You do want me. It's not just that you're a slave, weak-willed and prey to your own desires. It's that you need a body like this too, something to hold you down, dominate you as you so terribly need to be dominated."

No... The raptor shook his head but not a sound passed his lips as he closed his eyes, striving to block out the sharp reality of her words. He wasn't like that. He wasn't at all like that. But he couldn't deny his cock throbbing for her, pre-cum drooling down the length like it had never done before - all for Sabinus, his dominator.

And, so, he submitted to her, cheeks high with a blush that was only for the T-Rex who pinned him to the floor, hips raised as she rode his cock with the fervour of one who must have been denied - and yet she was far from it. Her lust could not be satisfied with a single fuck and each and every orgasm she released was heralded by a roar that shook the columns, servants dashing back and forth with refreshments for the ladies who were engaged in so physical activity that it was a wonder that they didn't have to spend more time resting than they actually did.

Lust was a funny thing when it came to pleasuring the body. And one would be wise to take it wherever it was offered, whether that was a slave between one's leg or another cramming his cock into them, obedient and willing.

They were always willing. In the end, that was.

While the femfurs wined and dined with all the elements of luxury, Ramirus and Aquilan were crushed between their legs, forced to deliver orgasm after orgasm while they took their pleasure from them. There were no scraps of food - too fine for the likes of two slaves - delivered to them below the table, however, as they would be fed standard slave fare back in their cells. The only reason they were being fed at all, of course, was that the wives enjoyed their company and pleasure so much that they wanted them to have their energy back the next day.

And when they became bored with them? Well, the new sex slaves would just have to make sure that the wives were kept well entertained so as not to end up back in the gladiator pits. A life between a lady's thighs, of course, was far better than a life not lived at all.

Yes, they would return, beaten and broken, to the cells at the end of the day but with a new light and lust in their eyes that, perhaps, the humiliation of the ordeal could not quite encompass. Ramirus would not speak to Aquilan, although the eagle tried to find some semblance of comfort in his friend, the raptor curling into himself in the corner of the cell with his back to the eagle and a hard cock throbbing. The dark of the night claimed his secrets and he kept his jaws clamped shut to maintain the discourse of his own privacy, losing himself in silent whimpers and moans as he relived every last humiliating event of the day, the bliss of losing control. It was not something one of the militia should ever have admitted but, well: there he was. He'd have to come to terms with it at some point but, until then, it would remain his dirty little secret.

For, although they would never reveal it to one another, not even in the dark of the night, the sex slaves of the wives secretly wished to return each and every day. Neither was that a secret confined to the eagle and raptor as they learned and conversed with other slaves, both new and old, through the bars of their cells.

As long as they returned to the wives, their lives and their sanity - not to mention their lust - would be both saved and sated. Shivering as dawn touched the sky outside, not reaching into the dark of the cells, which were only ever illuminated by flickering torches, Aquilan shifted on his makeshift bed of straw, cock slipping out, hard and ready for the day. But only time would tell whether they had been pleasing enough for the wives to call on their services once more.

Maybe they would be so lucky.