The Centurion (closed for Henry47)

Briana turned her gaze back to Aurelius as the Legate's hands wrapped within her long scarlet red curls, currently still piled upon her head in the Roman style that Marcus' housemaid had created for her. His large, pale belly was visible now that his toga was opened and it was obvious to her by his weight, lack of coloring from the sun, and smooth scar-free skin that unlike Marcus and herself the Legate was used to a very easy and overindulgent lifestyle.

His finger pushed into her as he pulled her head down towards his cock, making her wince at the invasive feel but once more she tried to disguise her response as one of pleasure, feigning a soft moan as she leaned down towards his swollen cock and slipped the head into her mouth, licking and sucking softly as she knew he wanted, her hand releasing Darius' as it was now difficult for her to reach it.
 
Unfortunately for Marcus' plan, Briana was trying very hard not to look over at him at that moment as she licked and sucked softly upon Aurelius' cock. She knew that he had to be watching, but the thought of him doing so just made her feel even more ashamed than she already did. If she turned and looked over at him now she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep up her facade of enjoyment as she worked the Legate's cock in and out of her mouth. She wondered if she were able to make the pudgy little man cum with her mouth alone, as repulsive as the idea was, if it would save her from having to let him fuck her. With that in mind, she faked a little moan and began to bob her head more quickly upon him.
 
Aurelius' pushing her head down further upon him had caught Briana a little by surprise, but had not been completely unexpected. She gave a little muffled grunt around his cock but was able to recover, even as Darius re-positioned her upon the couch, pushing her forward with her knees beneath her and her backside upwards, his hand moving to touch her between her legs and massage her pussy. When she felt the cold metal blade of the knife moving over her skin however she tensed, making a noise of protest and pulling her mouth back to try and turn as she felt Darius' knife and cock moving over her.
 
Briana struggled hard to remain in control of herself as Aurelius had pulled her back down, her mouth returning to his cock as the pudgy Legate arched and pushed upwards in pleasure, two hands now holding her in place. She wanted to pull away, stop Darius as she felt him reposition his cock, sliding it over her sex and preparing to enter her. She knew she could not though, feared what the two of them would do to Marcus and her tribe if she did, and so she continued. Bobbing and sucking upon Aurelius' cock, she tried to block out her mind from the rage and sorrow that threatened to flood in. As she felt Darius' cock begin to enter her however she tensed, another small groan of protest escaping her despite her efforts to hold it in.
 
Briana squeezed her eyes shut so that Aurelius would not be able to look into them as she let him guide her hands to his balls, softly cupping and caressing them as she knew he would like, though the reality of what she really wanted to do to him was entirely different indeed. She did not want him to see the rage within her, to read her thoughts in that moment as she was forced to pleasure him while Darius violated her sex. Had it not been for Marcus and her tribe, had it only been herself, she would have brought the Legate as much pain as she could have in that moment and been damned with the consequences.
 
Briana wanted to move more quickly upon Aurelius, to make him finish and to be done with the torture of having the horrible man's cock within her mouth, having to restrain herself with all of her might from biting down or squeezing too hard. It would have been so easy in that moment to bring him so much pain.

It was hard to maintain her attention to her task however as Darius' hands moved over her body, teasing her nipples and making them ache, pushing forward within her and building his rhythm as his body loomed over hers. She tensed and gave a little grunt around the Legate's cock as Darius plunged into her, driving her forward on Aurelius' cock and pushing him deeper into her throat, one of her hands bracing herself against his thigh, nails digging in slightly.
 
Briana had given a soft grunt as Darius had pulled her hair, her head jerking back and Aurelius' cock dropping from her mouth, then again as he'd bent his knees and driven his cock up into her, his cock pushing in deeply over and over now with his increased rhythm, her breasts jiggling and jutting out with each thrust as he pulled her head back and made her back arch. Suddenly she could feel Aurelius licking and sucking at them, his hand reaching and finding her clit and making her let out a gasp as, to her horror, she felt her body begin to respond to them against her will; her nipples and clit growing hard and swollen, beginning to ache, her pussy growing slicker and wet slapping sounds beginning to fill the room. Knowing Marcus must be able to hear it too, her eyes glanced over to him and she winced at the look on his face.

"Stop.. not there.." she pleaded, trying to squirm away from Aurelius' mouth and fingers.
 
Briana gritted her teeth against the sensations that the two men where stirring within her against her will. She swore softly at her own body's betrayal as the Legate's now even more eager attentions to her nipples and clit made her body squirm and jerk in response, her juices coating her sex as Darius hardened cock quickly slid in and out of its wetness.

“Looks like your bitch is tamed Marcus, she needed breaking.”

"Put away that knife and I'll show you bitch, you bastard!" she swore at him softly through clenched teeth as her grip on the lounge beneath her tightened, nails digging in to the fabric.
 
Briana had grunted as Aurelius had pulled her back down, forcing his throbbing cock back into her mouth, his quick hands working upon her sex making her give a small groan around him as his hips arched upwards into her despite herself, shame instantly filling her even as her pussy tightened around Darius' invading cock. She jerked as he slapped her, wincing as he drove deeper and announcing that he was close to cumming. Horror filled her at his words and she made a muffled pleading noise of protest around the Legate's cock as Darius plunged into her deeply once again, desperate for him not to cum within her.
 
Briana gave a muffled moan around Aurelius' cock again as Darius had quickened his pace within her, then coughed around the Legate's cock as he pulled her down hard upon him. Suddenly then he was squealing and cumming within her mouth, his roped of cum hitting the back of her throat and forcing her to swallow as he held her down against him as she coughed and sputtered. Finally he released her, though her relief was short lived as Darius almost immediately pulled her head back sharply, making her body arch again as he grunted and slammed into her. Against her best efforts she felt her pussy clench tighter around him, his deep and rapid thrusts making the pressure within her own body quickly build against her will until she felt herself almost on the brink. "No...please..." she groaned.
 
Briana bit her bottom lip hard to suppress another groan as Darius' ignored her plea, the speed and strength of his thrusts only increasing as he drove his long, hard cock into her over and over. She grunted with her efforts not to hold herself back, silently cursing her body for its betrayal. Yet even so she could feel herself teetering on the brink, her body tensing and her wetness clenching tighter around him as he slammed into her. When the Legate joined in once more, his tongue flicking quickly over her already sensitive and hard nipples, it was more than she could take. Cutting her eyes over to Marcus for a moment before quickly closing them tight in shame, she felt her pussy begin to spasm and tremble around Darius' cock as she came.
 
Briana had winced at the sound of Darius' roar as he'd come and she'd felt him empty himself within her, not even attempting to pull out as she'd pleaded. She gripped the cushions of the lounge beneath her tightly, dread and anger filling her at the possible repercussions of this moment. She grimaced as she felt Aurelius begin to stroke her like one might their pet and lowered her head, turning her gaze away so that he would not see the look of shame and rage upon her face. Somehow, she swore that she would find a way to have her revenge upon them both for this.

"I have done as you wished," she told him, her head still turned, "Now keep your word and release us."
 
Briana had clenched her jaw at the feel of Aurelius' hand stroking along her thigh, her gaze still lowered away from him to try and hide the emotions playing upon her face and especially within her eyes. When Darius ran the blade along her side as she sat between the two men she could not help but shiver slightly at the feel of the cold steel playing against her naked flesh, her creamy skin now flushed slightly and covered in a light sheen of sweat after their intense use of her.

At Darius' comment that at least one of Marcus' hands had already been free this whole time, her gaze shot up to look at her lover in surprise, her eyes widening slightly and a small gasp escaping her as she watched both his hands drop to his sides. She winced slightly at the look of anger upon his face, not quite able to meet his gaze as she looked at her, wondering what he must think of her.

“Your man looks troubled Princess go an comfort him.”

Her head jerked back to look at Darius with disbelief, wondering what kind of game he was playing. Giving Darius and the Legate a wary look, she slowly rose, stepping away from Darius and the knife and towards Marcus. Once she was out of his reach she hurried the rest of the way to Marcus, stopping just before him for a moment and meeting his gaze with a pained expression, not entirely certain how he would receive her. Then, unable to help herself, she leaned into him, her arms going around him as she buried her face against his chest as she choked back a silent sob.
 
Feeling Marcus' arms move around her and hold her to him, one hand at the back of her head and the other upon the dip of her spine, Briana had to choke back another sob, though this one was a sob of relief. Her hold around him tightened, hot tears threatening to spill forth but she held them back, not wanting to give Aurelius or Darius the satisfaction of seeing. Only a couple managed to break free and drop down upon Marcus' toga.

She could hear him taking in deep, purposeful breaths and knew he must be trying to keep himself calm and in control. She did her best to do the same, slowing her breaths and matching his, closing her eyes and focusing just on the sound of his heart beating beneath her ear as he held her head to his chest.

She did not open them again until Darius announced that they were being allowed to leave and came forward to bind their wrists so that they could be escorted back to the villa. Of course she had not missed his remark that the Legate would expect something in return for this 'generosity'. She felt her blood run cold at the smile that Aurelius gave her as he exited the room, but kept her expression blank.

At last the guard arrived, her body tensing as Darius wrapped the dress and blanket around her. She gritted her teeth as he held her face and made his final comment with a grin. The blank expression upon her face wavered as she glared back at him, her still shining eyes shooting daggers into his own, but she forced herself to remain silent and let him hand her over to the guard. Taking more deep, calming breaths she focused her attention straight ahead as they walked, straightening her spine a fraction and lifting her chin as they exited and made their way back to Marcus' villa, not wanting them to give them the satisfaction of seeing how they had broken her.
 
A cold numbness had crept over Briana as she'd walked through the garrison. She knew if she let her thoughts drift back to what had just occurred she would lose her composure in front of their guard, and any onlookers as well, and so she blocked them from her mind, locked them away for the time being. She kept her thoughts focused on her breathing, her steps, just putting one foot in front of the other.

She hadn't even noticed that they were back at Marcus' villa until she felt one of the guards untying her hands and glanced up to see one of the others opening the door and ushering them inside. She followed Marcus in, seeing his servant Maria approach and feeling the woman take her by the arm.

“We have a bath and fresh clothes for you sir, and food of course.”
“Thank you Maria. Help the Princess first, bathe her. I will join you shortly”.


She glanced up at him as Maria ushered her away to the bath, noticing his smile and trying to return it, though in truth she wasn't certain if she'd been successful or not. Upon reaching the bath Maria checked its temperature and added a bit more hot water from a pot that had been left over the fire, then reached to begin helping Briana remove her clothes, but Briana stopped her, placing her hand upon the woman's to still her.

"Thank you Maria, but I can manage on my own," she told her softly.

When the woman opened her mouth to protest Briana persisted, her tone turning more earnest, "Please... I need a moment alone."

Finally the woman relented, letting Briana know that she would be right outside the door should she need anything. Briana thanked her, and after the door was shut again she began to disrobe, sliding the blanket from around her and letting it fall to the floor and then doing likewise with the ripped dress.

Stepping out of them she moved to the bath, gripping the rim and lowering herself down into the warm water. Unpinning what remained of the hairstyle that Maria had created for her before, she let her long red curls fall around her and then reached for the bar of soap and washcloth that had been left for her. Lathering it up she began to wash herself, sliding the sudsy cloth over skin and washing away the dirt, grime, and sweat.

Noticing some spots upon her thigh she reached down into the water with the cloth to wash them away, but they would not budge. It was then that she suddenly realized that they were not spots of dirt at all, but small bruises in the shape of Darius' fingerprints from where he had gripped her tightly while thrusting himself into her before. She should have stopped then, but she didn't, her scrubbing only intensifying at the realization.

She gritted her teeth as she scrubbed hard at the mark, the numbness melting away and blind, raw emotion taking its place instead. She felt all of the emotions that she had been trying to keep at bay suddenly well up within her; all of the rage, the fear, the shame, and the pain. Tears beginning to stream down her face she tossed the washcloth across the room with an angry cry and then sank down into the water as she began to sob.
 
It took some time, but eventually Briana was able to calm herself again, calling Maria back in to help her wash out her hair and then dry off once she was out of the bath and dress. She was grateful when she found out that her own tartan had been washed for her and new underthings found. She wasn't certain if she had the heart to put on another Roman dress at the moment. She turned to the one Aurelius had given her, still laying on the floor where she had left it, along with the blanket Darius had wrapped around her.

"Give them away or burn them, but I never want to lay my eyes on them again," she instructed Maria, who gave a nod of understanding.

She combed through her hair but otherwise let it be, leaving the damp curls loose around her shoulders so that they could air dry.

"Where is Marcus?" she inquired, surprised that he had not already come to meet her as he'd said.

"He came Princess, but you were... still in your bath." Maria replied.

Briana gave a nod of understanding and a small smile of thanks to the woman.

"Thank you, Maria. I think I am ready to see him now."

"Of course Princess, I will take you to him."
 
Briana had involuntarily tensed a bit at first as Marcus had taken her within his arms, worried that she might become emotional again, but it seemed as if all of her tears had run dry for now. She sank into his embrace, simply closing her eyes and leaning against him as he held her, her arms reaching around him and holding him in return as once more she focused on the sound of his heart and his breathing, letting them calm her.

He did not say anything, and for that she was grateful, not even after he released her and had some food brought for her. Eventually though the inevitable occurred.

"How are you?

"I'm... "

She set down her fork upon her plate and paused, not sure how to respond. What could she say? She could not say that she was fine, for she was not fine. She felt drained after her outburst of emotion in the bath, but she knew all of the emotions were still there simmering deep within. Pain over what had been done to her. Fear at the knowledge that it would happen again... and anger, so much anger. Anger at the men who had done this to her, and at herself as well. How could she have possibly felt pleasure from it, and why had she allowed herself to be brought to this place at all?! Should she have fought harder, fled from the shepherds hut during the night while Marcus slept?

"...I'll manage," she told him finally.
 
Briana felt a flicker of hope begin to rise within her at Marcus' words. Did he really mean to try and help her escape? He would do that for her? She was wary however to get her hopes up. Aurelius had threatened to attack her tribe if she did not comply, to wipe them out even. What if she escaped but did not reach them in time to warn them, or what if she was caught trying to escape? What would he do to them? What would he do to Marcus? She wished that she could just dismiss him, that she did not care what happened to him, but she did... she cared deeply.

“What are you thinking?”

She looked down at her plate, pushing the remaining bits of food around with her fork for a moment before setting it down and looking at him.

"I'm thinking of what they would do to you and my people if I tried to run."
 
A flicker of fear broke through Briana's mask of calmness and sparked through her green eyes as Marcus stated what she already knew, that her staying would mean Aurelius and Darius coming for her again, then fire shone within their depths as he mentioned battle. There was nothing that she would have liked more than to go to battle against those two and make them pay for all that they had done, but she had to be reasonable as well. There was too much at stake to let her anger and desire for vengeance get the best of her.

"Do you truly think we would be able to reach them without getting caught? Before Aurelius' troops reached them?" she asked him urgently in a hushed whisper, "You have fought my men, so tell me truthfully.. what are our chances in another battle against Roman soldiers?"
 
Briana's eyes grew wide at Marcus' remark of the possibility that, even if her troops did well against the Roman soldiers, they ran the risk of the villages being sacked instead. She didn't like the idea of having to move the entire capital. That would take time, time that she did not think they really had if Aurelius learned quickly of her escape and had the soldiers pursue her.

She leaned forward, listening intently as he shared an alternate plan. While she hated the thought of having to go through something like the situation she had just endured again, and having to pretend to enjoy him and seduce him no less, she agreed with him that it was their best chance of being rid of him.

"Darius as well," she told him, her fist clinching as her eyes narrowed, "They both must pay for what they had done."
 
Briana listened intently to Marcus' plan. While she loathed the role that she would have to play during it, she had to admit that it was a good strategy and their best chance of success against the two. She agreed to the plan, consenting to play her part in it, and prayed that Felix would return quickly. She watched as Marcus called for first Maria and then his man servant, listening as he gave his orders to them both and they hurried to comply. Once they were once again alone she turned to him.

"Is there anything that I should do to prepare?" she asked him.
 
The idea of having to play hostess to those two men after all that they had just done to her the night before was admittedly infuriating and daunting, but she would make herself endure whatever need be if it meant she could have her vengeance over them and ensure the safety of Marcus and her tribe. She was reluctant to go sleep at a time like this, but she knew he was right. Rest would be needed if she was to be at her best for what was to come. She managed a small but genuine smile for him as he held his hand out for her, touched by his words of encouragement to her.

"You are right of course," she admitted with a sigh as she rose from her seat and took his offered hand, "To bed first then."
 
Though she had pushed through it, the past few days full of battles and violence, travel, and little sleep must have been taking their tole on Briana, for when she finally was able to push the racing thoughts out of her mind and get to sleep she slept like the dead. She'd stripped down to just her long white tunic that she wore beneath her tartan and buried herself within the covers of Marcus' large bed. She'd wanted him to join her, but he'd he had more things for the party that he must take care of. At some point he had joined her though. She had not woken completely then, but she had stirred slightly, turning towards him upon the bed and drawing herself to him. Finally, some time in the early evening she began to awake, her arms reaching for him again.
 
Only just starting to wake from her sleep and feeling the warmth of Marcus' body beside her, Briana had reached out for him without thinking in her still mostly unconscious state. Holding him to her as she'd pressed in closer, her hands gripping his arm as she buried her face within the crook of his neck and shoulder and curled against him, draping a leg across him as well. She breathed in the scent of him and released a contented sigh. Then her eyes opened a fraction, taking in the fading light of the room and suddenly remembering where they were and the plans for that night and all that had happened before.

"How much time do we have?" she asked him softly, able to tell by Marcus' breathing that he was awake.

She knew she would likely need to get up and start preparing for the party with Maria now, but she was reluctant to pull away from him just yet.
 
Briana felt a tingle run over her skin at he sensation of Marcus' finger tracing over her face and neck and started to nod, but then stopped. She couldn't be dishonest with him, not when he was looking into her eyes as he was now.

"I don't know," she answered honestly, "But I suppose I'm as ready as I'm going to be."

She lifted her hand, resting it against the side of his face as her thumb smoothed over the his jaw, her eyes looking back into his.

"Whatever may happen tonight, whatever I may have to do or pretend, I want you to know that it is only you that I want Marcus, not them," she told him softly.
 
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