A sacrifice made worthless

Her confidence shaken as Dareios’ ejaculation came to an end; Yolanda dismounted the sweating stud and, with jizz seeping out of her gaping asshole, went about putting her clothes on while glancing at Dareios ever so often as if she was expecting him to break through the chains at any time.

“You’ll be taken north later this evening,” Yolanda said.
“What, and be robbed of further enjoying your horrific company? What an outrage.” Dareios replied.
“Learn to control your mouth better,” Yolanda snarled at him, “or you won’t live long up north.”

With that piece of less than friendly advice, Yolanda exited the room.

Hours later, Dareios was led outside onto a small square right next to the dirt road leading northwards. Lined up on the road was convoy of about a dozen wagons, with armed men scurrying about all around the wagons and going about their business of loading the last of the loot onto them.

Sitting on a horse from which she could supervise her underlings work was Yolanda, backed up by a pair of thugs that looked older and more experienced than the rest of the bandits. One of this was a giant of a man, easily as tall as Dareios and just as muscular, clad in leather armour and equipped with a truly enormous axe that was strapped onto his back.

Still naked, with his possessions no doubt already having been quarrelled over by the bandits, Dareios did his best to ignore the cruel smirk that Yolanda directed towards him, the haughty woman watching as the buck-naked stud was led along by the rope tied around his wrists to the wagon behind which he would be **** to walk all the way to her master’s castle. Or be dragged behind, if he faltered.

Dareios soon saw something which made it ridiculously easy to ignore Yolanda. On the bed of the wagon towards which he was being led there was a rather large iron cage, a rather bent old thing with plenty of rust showing here and there, and in the cage there were three women. Feeling his heart sink as he recognized them, Dareios stared at Jalee, Kandra and Vanya as he was led closer and closer to them, one man yanking him along by the rope while two more walked on each side of him.

The three women were as naked as he was, Dareios noted, but there were no visible signs of them having been abused. His guess was that they were meant as a prize for the faraway leader that Yolanda had spoken of, and were therefore not to be touched by anyone else. Wondering how they had gotten caught, and frustrated by the fact that his sacrifice by staying behind and covering their flight had ultimately been in vain, Dareios said nothing to them. He knew quite well that most bands of heavily armed people prefer it when their prisoners keep quiet.

Vanya didn’t know this, and let out a shocked “Dareios!” which resulted in him being smacked over the head with a small wooden club by one of the bandits walking next to him. “No talking!” One of the bandits chastised Vanya, and the guard who had hit Dareios raised his club to strike him again whilst smiling at Vanya, daring her to say anything more.
Vanya did the smart thing and kept her mouth shut as Dareios was tied to the back of the wagon.

“I would say “Until we meet again”, but we both know that that’d be a lie.” Yolanda spoke to Dareios, having leisurely steered her steed next to the wagon.

“Right.” Dareios saw no point in coming up with some cutting retort to Yolanda’s pestering. He would much rather prefer to say something smart to her after he had managed to escape and had gotten her at his mercy, a mercy which he wasn’t going to give her.

Laughing scornfully at him, Yolanda moved away from the wagon, and the convoy set out soon thereafter, Yolanda and the main part of her **** staying behind in Northmoor.