Daughters Of Hera

Chapter 48-Malovin

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It could’ve been the alcohol or the collective thrills of war, which they often raved about as they drank, or could it be the shrills and moans of euphoria that escaped this fragmented building as soon as the it’s door was flung open. Lozen and Ersa were clad in blue leather armors that weighed heavy on their bodies, coupled with the guilt of impeding danger, that’s If someone would point them out to imposters, then it would be all over, a guillotine will verily have their heads.

“What exactly do think this place is, Lozen?” asked Ersa curiously, with a brow raised.

“Thays what we’re here to find out.” Replied Lozen, with a braze expression.

“Buy it doesn’t exactly look like a place where your mate might be held captive in. They’re literally people streaming in and out easily,” said Ersa analytically.

“Does it matter now? We go in now and see everything for ourselves,” said Lozen strictly.

Ersa replied, “Its imperative we construct a plan first. . .” but Lozen ignored her, and headed with confidence towards the door. Ersa then skipped forward to meet her, while holding in bouts of insults within her.

The first impressions matters, so coming in Lozen and Ersa discovered that the interiors held a horrific sight, although it was only a chandelier which held stubble candles that gave a dim light to the hall, while shadows danced in the corner as the flames on the candles flickered. Shrieking sounds of ecstasy and the hoarse grunts of sexual climax was what filled the air, there was a collection of beds arranged in rows, with sweaty, chiseled masculine males chained on them, like cows on Hera's day.

Their feet were held to the end-posts of the bed, their legs and laps were separated apart, like Leonardo’s rendering of the Vitruvian man, their hands were bound too, to the upper ender of the bed, but what was more peculiar was the fact all the chained men were naked, stripped off of clothes from head to toe sensual, their genitals hung limb and say, while some were engaged in the act of coitus.

A soldier there at the left corner was riding a bound man violently, her pale arse moved was blurry as she grinded and glided back and forth swiftly, like the waves of the ocean, while grappling the agonized man’s neck tightly, her face was also squeezed in the highs of pleasure, while the bound man which she rode fervently, only laid blankly on the bed, with pain written on his face, as sweat dripped off his skin, and it was anguish that resonated from his screams.

At the far end right corner, there was another soldier straddling a man’s mouth with her mound, his rod was limp, and when he dare wiggle of struggle to breath, the tempered painful lash of a whip would be his only comfort.

At the right side, was a different soldier choking a bound man, his eyes were filled with the despair of horror, his aree was bare on display, as it was being displayed as the soldier, with a glint of perverseness in her eyes,  penetrated his anal canal with sharp inanimate objects, his screams were gaged with a ball striped with ropes and buckles.

At the left, was a soldier with manic in her eyes, hitting the bare groin and balls of a bound man, trying to squash it like yesterday’s egg, there was no pity in the soldier’s actions as the pain reverberated to muffled grunts and whims of the bound man, but in all the hall there was a chained man in this strange enclosure, he was dark-haired with a somewhat young yet handsome face, at the chin was a mustache and a short beard, his face held a gentle yet puzzled look, while his pale olive skin radiated under the glow of the candlelight, making his naked muscles ripple. The man was bound too, but alone. And as soon as Lozen’s eyes met his, a gasp escaped her lips, she jetted away with so much frenzy that her demeanor changed form that of brooding and gangly, to excited and puppyish.