"The sentry, you dolt!" He sees a silhouette of a man in a Roman uniform. Aulus hears a ringing, and realises that the sentry is raising the bell he carries, intending to sound the alarm.
Aulus manages to spear tackle the man to the ground. His bell falls, however, making a ringing noise, not as loud as if the sentry had rung it intentionally. In the distance, Aulus hears someone go "Huh?" Below Aulus, the sentry is still awake, but the wind's been knocked out of him, and he can't call out, though he tries to.
The young Roman tried to silence him, putting his hand over the sentry's mouth, 'Don't, I'm not trying to kill you.'
The man stays silent, and doesn't move. Agorix whispers from behind them. "He's just trying to bide his time..."
Smack! "Yhm!" Anai groaned as she quickened her movements. Every time a paddle landed on her ass, she has done that. Suddenly she felt a hand grabbing her hair. Surprised she looked up or rather tried to look up. She could only see the man's chest. Then he moved. Anai almost blacked out as she felt the meat suddenly penetrating her even deeper than she managed. Her eyes rolled back as her body shook in the climax - yet she would not be given a rest. Each time the man thrust deep inside her throat, he made it impossible for her to breathe, only when he backed off, she managed to catch some air. "!" Anai's eyes widened as she felt something pressing against her pussy. "Hm!" She moaned, trying to protest. Her protests were cut short, as the woman penetrated her pussy, without any restrain, ramming the strap-on as far as her womb. The thrust was so strong, Anai impaled herself even deeper into the man's dick. Tears of pleasure started flowing from her eyes as her body climaxed yet again. The sister started thrusting into her, the strap-on ravaging Anai's inner walls. She had a climax after another, and could only react numbly, as she started slowly losing consciousness.
"Wait!" Flavia raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "It's true, I planned to kill you, but that attempt had nothing to do with me! I swear!" She called, panic clear in her voice
By the time Anai regains consciousness, it's dark outside her window. Hashiyum stands by her bed, lightly shaking her shoulder. "Mistress... Mistress, ar you okay?"
"The gods gave me a vision of you making your scheme, wench." Pesca keeps the knife in his hand. "If you were not working with the current traitors, then name your conspirators. Confess, and tell me everyone you were working with, and you may yet be spared."
Anai groans as she slowly gets up. "Yes." She said, her throat sore. She was sure that the twins fucked her for hours, but she at some point lost it - she was in a state of one orgasm following the other. "Tell me what they did." she ordered. She remembered at one time being sandwiched between the duo.
Flavia groans, as she coils in Quintus' grip. Still somewhat afraid, her eyes moving from the blade to ghostly face of general, she started spilling names - most of whom, Quintus knew about... few whom he didn't know about. When she finished, her breath hitched. "...show mercy..." she pleaded, desperatly.
"They, um, well... They fucked you. Even after you lost consciousness. I thought about intervening a few times, but they didn't quite put you in danger." Anai realises that her stomach feels strangely full, and she has the taste of cum in her mouth. Her ass is quite sore, as well. "Afterwards, the man drank some of your wine, and they left."
Blade at Flavia's throat, Pesca glares at the priestess. "You're a sinner, a false prophet, but perhaps there's some hope for you. On your knees." He presses her down. "From this day onwards, you will be a true servant of the gods. Pledge undying loyalty to me, as their avatar, and you will live."
Anai winced as she sat - her button still sore from paddling. She also noticed teeth and whip marks on her breasts. "You've done well." She said... and she meant it. She did enjoy the siblings but regretted the duo did not force her to stay conscious. So many lost memories. "Did the festivities end?" She asked as she started making her way to the baths.
As Quintus pushed her to the ground, Flavia's robe slid off from her arms., revealing her shapely bust. "I do!" She exclaimed as she fell on her knees. "I swear my loyalty!" She gasped as she touched Pesca's feet with her lips.
"They've mostly died down, but there's a few traitors left to go." Hashiyum follows along unless she's dismissed.
"Good." He smirks. "You work for me now. I'll allow you to redeem yourself. First off, is helping me take my army back."
Aulus tried to knock the sentry out and take him with them, otherwise he'd raise the alarm, that way he'd just be another deserter.
Fearing for his life as Aulus tries to knock him out, the sentry struggles, going for his gladius, but being stopped when Agorix stomps on his hand. His other hand reaches out, scratching at Aulus' face in desperation, but soon his head slumps to the side as he passes out. Making their way through the woods is a little difficult in the dark, but eventually they make it to the Gaul camp. The heads are still there, which isn't exactly comforting, but sentries are posted and the place seems secure. Barbarous asks permission to dispose of the heads and start a fire, the general's slaves seem eager to go back and try to help him, and the sentry dozes softly, Agorix wondering aloud why they didn't just kill him.
Aulus wiped his brow after all that. He made sure the sentry was secured before he addressed Barbarous, 'Not with a fire. We can dig a pit and bury them, a fire would could be spotted and imagine the stench.' He looked to Agorix, 'The guy was just doing his job, he's not with the traitors.' He then went to the Egyptians, trying to reassure them, 'Pesca will know what he's doing. As long as you're out of the way he can act freely without fearing you are being taken hostage and used against him.'
