Chapter 0 - The Binding of Syntha [❤]

The sound of feet dragging and stepping in sickly, weakened rhythm echoes out all around her. Syntha keeps her head held low, eyes fixed at her feet as she marches alongside the remnants of her tribe. The group consists of 10 women and 8 children. The slaves all clad in slave collars and rags that barely cover their bodies from the harsh winds, each collar tied with a rope to the back of a brahmin towed caravan.

One of the Legionaries to the side of the slave column turns and lashes Syntha with a rod, causing her to cry out in pain, "Move faster! If you fall you're going to be dragged on the road!" he barks out, Syntha blinking back tears as she tries to steady her breathing. The Woman alongside her has tears running down her cheeks, eyes widened with shock as she rocks back and forth while walking, though Syntha tries not to look-- lest the image of her broken tribemate break her as well.

The grueling march turned from hours to a full day, she tried to think back to how they'd captured her but her last memory is her father showing her an old circuit board they'd unearthed in the ruins of the valley.. "Perhaps he escaped," she whispers to herself, "He will rally the steel men to come save us.." glancing upward she sees a fortress rising just beyond a hill, tall wooden paling with corner watchtowers, a red banner with a golden bull blowing in the wind over the gate.

"Alright, take inventory! Load the slaves into the pens! The Centurion will take his pick, so hands off!" the leader of the raiding party calls out. The ropes tying the slaves to the carts are taken in hand by various young recruits, the slaves dragged into the camp at the point of spears and under threat of barking mongrels. Syntha can only clutch at her necklace and whisper her tribe's silent prayer for comfort, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly she hears the blood running in her ears.

The slave pens are small dirty cages that are barely large enough to fit 4 people, but the recruits insist on cramming 6 people in to each pen. Syntha sits perfectly still and struggles to breath against the weight of the bodies packed in against her, she feels someone alongside her grabbing hold of her and hugging her tight, "Sister-- Do not let them see fear, look down and away, do not give them the satisfaction of seeing your fear." Syntha looks up to the person who'd held onto her, her sister Gepea looking toward her with eyes swollen with tears.

The two stood in embrace for an hour before the murmer of the slaves was broken by the sound of approaching boots, a voice echoing out over the cage,

"Yes Centurion Valerius, the ones up to your specifications are in the far cage.."

"Very good, Neretes, you're dismissed, I'll have the recruits gather my choice."

"Yes Sir."

Gepea whispers, "Keep your head down, they eat the hearts of their slaves." Syntha burying her face into Gepea's shoulder as she returns the gesture.

Three recruits begin grabbing slaves out and forcing them against the fence one at a time, the moment Syntha and Gepea resist they're separated by force, thrown into the ground and kicked several times, "Stop you damned fools, you're going to damage them." Syntha kept her face down and against the dirt as tears welled up in her eyes. Heavy footfalls grow closer and closer until she hears them stop directly next to her. Valerius kneels down and stroking the back of Syntha's head, "Roll her over, let me see her face." one of the recruits grabs her by the arm and forces her onto her back, "I think she will do quite well." Valerius coos in a mock loving tone.

With that the Recruit puts a knee on her chest as he restrains her arms, tying her wrists together in front of her as she begins kicking and crying out, "Please-- Please stop, I don't want to be ea-eaten!'' The Legionaries laugh at her tauntingly, Valerius grabs her by the collar and lifts her up and to her feet, "Then do as I say.'' He shoves her out infront of himself and begins marching her up toward his tent. Syntha glances over her shoulder to see the other women being forced back into the pen.

She's marched uphill toward the Centurion's personal tent, she can see it's larger than the rest. The interior holds some basic amenities such as a table, chairs, chest, a basic bed made up of furs and cloth blankets. Syntha tries to look for anything she could defend herself with but her head is forced downward to the ground, "What is your name, savage." Valerius demands. 

She sits quietly, her nerves getting the better of her as she begins to shake with fear, tears streaming down her dirt dusted cheeks as she feels her knees preparing to buckle from under her. "I am Valerius of Van Horn, perhaps you can say my name instead given you have forgotten yours." he smacks the back of her head.

She flinches and tries to open her mouth to speak but feels as though her lips have been sewn shut, barely capable of moving, she has suddenly become a prisoner within her own flesh. Valerius grabs hold of her collar and begins dragging her toward the table, Syntha falls limp and begins choking against her collar as she's dragged, "Fine, we can do this the hard way." he grasps her arms and throws her down upon the table, chest down.

Valerius grasps the bottom hems of Syntha's slave rags, lifting them up and over her hips. The 19 year old tribal, though having her growth stunted by growing up malnourished, has rather thick thighs, her hips perfect for child bearing, with small perky breasts and long sun bleached brown hair.

Valerius lifts his toga and strokes his cock up and down against her virgin slit and along her butt, and in that moment she thrashes and cries out "Pl-please wait! No! I'll sa-bhlhg" Valerius grasping her mouth firmly as he tut-tuts her, "It's much too late for that." he forces her legs together and downward, holding them in place with his as he rubs the tip of his cock more aggressively against her slit. Syntha whimpers in fear, though she feels a strange warmth growing in her groin.

His cock becoming slicked in her fluids of involuntary arousal, he presses the tip firmly against her virgin love, forcing entry to her sacred virginity. She attempts to thrash and push away but finds herself barely capable of resisting, the much stronger man keeps her held down by her neck, her hands tied and trapped just beneath her stomach, she pathetically kicks her legs but cannot deter the attack. He begins thrusting his cock in and out of her quivering pussy, inch after inch being lubricated by a mix of his precum and her conflicted juices. 

The warmth growing in her groin slowly spreads across her thighs and her stomach, she continues to cry out "Please stop- stop- OW-- STOP" He whispers in her ear in an almost loving tone, "If you speak again I'm going to crucify you" he sits up and rips her slave rags off of her body, grabbing her hips firmly and using them as additional leverage for each intruding thrust. He pushes his cock all the way in, ramming into her cervix as she lets out an involuntary protest, "Ppll-l--ouohhhh" he runs a hand down her back and grabs a handful of her ass, resuming his relentless assault on her once virgin gates.

As his thrusts fall into a rhythm she finally lets out a tearful involuntary moan of pleasure, Valerius laughing as he says "See, you love civilized cock, don't you?" she feels his thrusts becoming harder and faster, her eyes going crossed as she loses consciousness. Valerius slapping her ass, he grasps her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other and plunges his cock all the way in, letting out a bliss filled moan as his throbbing cock deposits his seed directly into her womb.

He slowly pulls his cock from his slave, savoring every inch until it falls out of her with a pop, his cum dripping out of her and down her thigh as he looks upon her and admires his work.

He strokes her cheek and leans in, whispering, "Should have just said my name."