The prisoners clamoured in an uproar, their arms soaring over their heads as if it would pull the lofty bars of their cell down to their grasp.
The guard on his routine patrol raised a brow, his torch illuminating the aggravated inmates and their activities. “By Akatosh, what is going on?”, he questioned.
“We’ve got a new guest joying us today, boys!”, bellowed the fort commander as if in response to the guard’s wonder. “A little thief hungry for spoils!”
“I’ll kill you for this”, snarled Arria, feeling paraded by her captor.
“Now, now”, the officer chided, casting his hand over the cell, and Arria’s attention with it. “The treasure you were after, the gold, it belongs to these Stormcloaks. Confiscated when we took the fort.”
“I feel its only right that you make reparations to them, don’t you?”, his voice turned cold with intent.
Arria’s heart sunk. “You wouldn’t dare”.
“Not before taking my due, of course”. Deftly, he’d released the chains holding her hands back, daring her to resist him as his hands slunk around her slender, curvaceous form.
“You filthy bastard!” she cried, her hand shooting after his to stop his fingers intruding upon her defenseless sex, but he was stronger.
“Come on, is that all the fight you’ve got?”, he goaded, gripping tight against her throat as he revealed his rising member, poking in between Arria’s legs.
She glared daggers at him, muttering curses at the officer he could barely make out in his rush to loosen the clasps of his armour, falling from his body in a heap.
Then he did hers, ripping the leather dress that barely hid her sensual features and those pesky panties that denied him his prize. Precariously his spear dangled beneath her flower, one false move and he would enter her roughly. Arria, grit her teeth, fighting the impulse to attack him whilst he admired her bountiful breasts thoroughly.
Her resistance was for naught, however, as the officer took her anyway. Driving his cock into her crevice as deep as it would go. “By the Eight, you certainly are tight, girl!”, he offered what was surely praise in his eyes.
He pushed her forward, giving him greater access to her most precious places, his powerful thrusts causing her large mounds to heave vigorously, giving the men below a mouth watering show.
“Let us ‘ave ‘er!” “Give us a taste!”, and all manner of things did the inmates shout, wishing for their turn.
“GAH!”, Arria screamed in agony, the composure for insults lost in her rage.
“Don’t fret, girl, this is what you were made for!”, spoken through heavy breaths as the officer pushed deeper and deeper, immersing his rod in that heady, wet flower that coiled around his shaft.
“When this is over I’ll—”, her threat was cut short as the edging Imperial pushed her down, pressing her against the blackened bars that separated her from a steep fall, and the hungry eyes of gathered prisoners.
The officer was generous enough to pull her back eventually, though his intent was rather less than kind.
Her hands gripped in his, and her head pressed down, the captain pushed himself over the edge as he pumped his cock into Arria’s throat, the sopping sounds of her gagging and muffled screaming only made him come that much quicker.
He filled her mouth with his seed only to push himself free of her lips that he might paint that supple bronze flesh. Her mouth dripping and frothing with semen, she could do not but glare at him, steely blue eyes betraying murderous intent as well shame beyond measure.
Thoroughly spent, the officer admired his handiwork with satisfaction before turning to the watching guardsman. “Open it”, he commanded, short of breath.
“Yes sir”, turning to the nearby lever, the guard shifted the mechanism and with a snap the bars over the cell began to recede into the walls.
“Coming here half-cuffed already, surely this is what you wanted”, the officer remarked pointedly.
“Not on your life, you filth!” she returned in outrage, rising to her feet in opposition, but it was merely a goad.
Before she could properly get her footing, the steel bearings of the officer’s boot impacted her stomach, sending the rogue reeling into the open cell below.
“If you can last the week, maybe I’ll let you entertain the troops!”, he laughed.
The fall was an unpleasant one, stealing Arria’s senses as she impacted with the hard ground.
When they returned to her, she was greeted with filth-stained hands grabbing at her…
…and leering eyes drinking deep of her sensuous body.
Bonus
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