Captured Again

An ancient, mountain amphitheater. A throne built into the rock in a hall of stone, crafted by a long forgotten people, now hosted a horde of highway bandits.

You and Katie were dragged through the whooping crowds to kneel at the bottom step of the throne.

The bandit massed cheered, jostling each other in a rowdy celebration. A glance over your shoulder showed you the other Sissy celebrating with the hordes, they danced around her, hoisting her up on their shoulders and paraded her around. She laughed and giggled as they chanted and jumped around, her torn clothes slowly losing more pieces as the celebrating hands each grabbed a piece as she went by until she was fully naked; perfect form, ass, round tits and caged cock out in the air as they paraded her around. She sang and waved as the hands began to grab and grope, pulling her back down into the crowd until finally a bigger bandit pushed through the crowd and gripped her by the neck from behind, lining up and thrusting a giant cock deep inside her ass as her eyes crossed and the crowd hollered. He came immediately and an obscene amount of cum poured down her legs, causing the crowd to laugh and whoop even more. She then raised both hands in a double peace sign and howled like a wolf, causing the crowd to finally lose it as they piled into her, her howl cut short by the cocks that pressed into her mouth as she was lost under a stampede of bodies.

"Silence!"

A booming voice rumbled through the carved cliffs. It came from the throne high above, and the room settled. A hush set in, but for the slapping and gagging sounds of the sissy still being swarmed by the masses, though they seemed to be moving her into a side passage as the sounds faded.

"You really are a pathetic bunch of revers aren't you?" The voice growled. The large figure at the top of the stairs stood, and his silhouette became more detailed. "Two measly travelers?? I should feed the lot of ya to the beast in the mountain!" The crowd shifted uncomfortably. The viking of a man paused, soaking in the fear he had instilled, before letting slip a grin, "It's a good thing we're not bandits."

The crowd heaved with laughter and relief, bumping and shoving each other in jest.

"If you're not bandits then what are you?" The flow of the scene was broken as Katie's fuse burned short.

The crowd was taken aback, and their leader turned slowly.

"Little lady..." He sneered, "We, are treasure hunters." The crowd chuckled, and the crease in Katies brow furrowed. "At least, we are now that we have uncovered the tomb of Arcenite. The same tomb I'm sure you came to raid."

The crowd rumbled aggressively, and Katie spoke again, "I've never heard of your damn tomb."

"Ha! Lies! There's not another reason the two of you would brave these lands unless you were after the hordes of wealth beneath these mountains, so don't try to play me." The leader scoffed, "But fear not! I am Kosh, king of the mountain revers and you pose no threat to me. I should have you killed to feed our beasts and hide our location... But in fact I have a job for you."

You both looked up, this was moving so fast.

"My good men here, as handsome and refined as they are, are not permitted through the pass to the West. Old story, you know, pissed off a Deity, classic stuff. But I need to get something of great value to a particular man on the far side of that pass, and in exchange for your lives, and temporary protection from the Skotadi brothers who I'm sure have picked up your scent, I'm sure you wouldn't mind making the delivery."

"We'll do it!" You blurted out. Days of traveling in fear making you jump at the first hint of a solution.

"Ohhh no there Sissy shit, I was talking to your owner, you, are set to feed the beasts."