greek goddess

“See, you guys get me,” you say, snapping your fingers at the guard. “1-2-3–GO!” The three of you move at once, sprinting toward’s the terrified woman. The taller guard reaches her first, wrapping her long arms around Alesia’s comparatively small frame. She forces Alesia to her knees, clutching her chin roughly in her big hand.

“See David, the legion lets you facefuck captives. And right here we have a captive.” Alesia squirms, but is unable to move.

“You know you can facefuck me whenever you want right? There is no need for all this craziness!” Alesia screams in her mysterious accent. You laugh loudly at her protests and bounce your cock off her lips.

“But it’s so much better when you fight back. Open.” Alesia looks up at you with disgust, but the laws of the universe command her mouth open. You hilt yourself in her instantly, pushing upwards to find her gag reflex. She shakes in the bigger guards grasp, determined not to let you humiliate her. You pump at her tonsils, attempting to make her throw up on herself.

And she does throw up. As her stomach lurches, Boudicca slams her head down balls deep. Milky white foam projects out of her nose and mouth, spraying everything within 5 feet of her throatpussy. The three of you NOT being facefucked laugh before separating your cock from her mouth.

Boudicca lifts Alesia up to her feet, groping her tits roughly through her ruined tunic. Alesia struggles a bit, but Boudicca is much stronger than her. With a loud *SCRRRTCH* she rips Alesia’s gown from the neck down to her waistline.

You reach into her dress, groping roughly at her perfect C cup breasts. “David, please, you can facefuck me yourself but tell these guards to leave me alone!” Alesia shouts. You pinch her nipples tightly, pulling them towards you. Alesia groans, half in pleasure half in pain.

Alesia yips as you grab her by her throat and lead her over to the blacksmith’s table. You yank the table cloth off, scattering the armor and daggers she had for sale. You lay down on the table; Boudicca and Theodora drag Alesia up on top of you in a 69 pose.

“David, PLEAACCKKKGUUUUMPP—“ Boudicca cuts Alesia off halfway through her cries, hilting you in her throat. She puts both hands on her head and leans down, pushing her even farther onto your dick.

“Hey Theodora, do you see that chalice over there?” you ask, pointing to a gem-crusted golden wine cup.

“Already on it,” says Theodora. She kneels between your legs, placing the cup at the base of your ballsack. Alesia, deprived of air for more than 20 seconds now, shakes her head back and forth, practically shivering on your cock. A muffled scream is heard, and Boudicca finally lets her up. Before your tip even leaves her mouth, she begins spewing more white slop. Theodora catches most of it in her cup.

By now, 15 or so passerby’s have gathered to watch. Alesia takes a moment to breathe before wailing.

“DAVIIIIIIID!!! TELL THEM TO LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!” She screams, red in the face and covered in spit. Her once finely braided hair is now drenched in spit, even more so when Theodora dumps the milky white contents of her cup all over her head. Alesia squeals at the cold touch of vomit.

“Skullfuck the bitch,” you say to Boudicca.

“With pleasure, brother,” says Boudicca. Theodora lines your cock up to Alesia’s mouth and Boudicca plunges her head down to the hilt, digging her snotty nose into your wet balls. You plant your feet on the table, squeezing your thighs together around Alesia’s head. In tandem you and Boudicca start defiling the mouth of this Mediterranean beauty. Boudicca dribbles her head like a basketball, meeting your pounding hips halfway down. Theodora kneels down at the edge of the table and cups her fingers around your balls. You dig your fingers into Alesia’s tits and squeeze hard.

Your balls begin to swell between Theodora’s fingers. “He’s getting ready to burst!” She shouts over Alesia’s ****. Boudicca slams Alesia’s head down with a *SPLAT* and you cum. Alesia squirms on top of you, resigned to her fate as another cumbucket in BJU. You squirt five or ten ropes into her throat before finally throwing her off of you.

“YOU ARE A PIG DAVID!” Alesia screams as she runs off into the crowd. The three of you look at each other with a grin.

“What the hell is her deal?” you say, pointing your thumb in the direction she ran.

“So what’ll it be? Will ya join us?” Boudicca chirps.

You ponder for a moment before snapping your fingers. “Well, you guys convinced me. I’ll join. Where do I sign the paperwork?” You say with a smile.

“Oh, we don’t have paperwork. Neither of us can read. Come with us, we’ll take you to the camp. We march on Illyria tomorrow, Goths have been raiding Roman villages, and it’s time we do some raiding of our own,” she says with a mischievous look in her eye.