She tries to hide in the open cell.

With only seconds to act Sonja darts into the open cell to her left.

"By Ashtoreth." Sonja gasps as the sight of an ****, naked man, bound to the wall with thick iron manacles around his wrists, waist and ankles, and a silver collar on his neck, and a leather gag in his mouth. His dark skin makes him out to be a Kushite. His tall, massive build, with numerous battle scars crisscrossing his powerful black frame means he is a warrior. The she-bandit gives a faint gasp at never having seen such large and well defined muscles on a man, while her attention cannot help be drawn to his monstrous cock, which though limp is about the size of a woman's forearm. Painted on the man's ripped abdomen is an elaborate snake rune, with its serpent tail pointing down towards his huge manhood. A large bronze bowl lies beneath his feet.

The **** chamber's door opening cause Sonja to shake off her mesmerizing glare. There is only one place to hide, a small table across from the bound warrior near the cell door. Scampering under the table the she-bandit slides the lone chair underneath the table in front of her and tries to make herself as small as possible against the corner of the wall. "Damn Bel's humor." Sonja thinks to herself as she can see the bottoms of three purple robes enter the cell.

"So what is the problem here, Sister Julri?" A woman's voice, deep, sensual and alluring, speaks first.

"My apologizes for the inconvenience, Mistress Aisteja." Another woman with a Khitani accent responds. "Novice Damaris reported to me that she was unsuccessful in milking the gladiator."

A nervous younger female voice jumps in, "His stamina is too great, I am sorry Mistress Aisteja."

"You mean your skill is too lacking, novice." Aisteja answers. "I will give you one more chance to perform your service to the great Bel. Now get on your knees and get back to work."

"Yes, Mistress." The younger woman stutters.

Sonja sees one of the purple robes drop to the floor, revealing bare tan legs, which then walk over to the bound warrior. Straining her neck down the she-bandit tries to get a better look.

The young priestess named Damaris, now naked, reaches up and takes off the prisoner's silver collar. Soon the Kushite awakens, shaking his head violently he strains at his manacles like a caged beast, causing Damaris nervously jumps back.

"Get on with it novice." Sister Julri commands.

"Yes, Sister." Damaris, moves forward and drops to her knees before the still raging man and timidly takes hold of his cock.