Strength in Numbers by Reagan Hawk Page A

servitude and was now of age to accept her destiny. A
pang of regret lanced her chest, and for a fleeting moment her thoughts went to
the boy she’d had feelings for as a child. The one she’d thought she’d make a
different life with. A true family with. The reality of her situation did not
permit her to linger on times of old long.
    The Mantovian held a woman’s head with his free hand while she
slid her mouth over one of his cocks. The other cocks stroked her face and she
brought her hands up to grasp two more.
    Another woman
entered the ring, adding yet another female to the already overflowing mix in
the ring, and the crowd went wild with cheers. She wore a sheer white tunic and
kept her head bent as she neared the Mantovian . He
struck out with his whip and slashed the tunic from her but left her skin
unmarred. The crowd gasped.
    He motioned for
her to come to him. She obeyed, dropping next to the other woman and taking one
of his cocks into her mouth.
    The women
stayed in that position, sucking and humming slightly as the Mantovian tipped his head back and cried out. Blue cum
jetted forth from two of his exposed cocks, and it was easy to see the women’s
throats convulsing as they drank down his offering.
    The Mantovian snapped his whip again and the women pulled back.
He dropped to the ground and lay on his back. He whispered something only the
women could hear and they immediately straddled him, one in front of the other.
As they sank down onto his cocks, Sempia noticed that
a shaft went in each of their pussies and their asses.
    Her cunt began
to drip. The urge was great to feel what it was like to be filled completely.
Her breath hitched as she traced a line down the front of her tunic. As her
nipples peaked, she fought the urge to reach down and pleasure herself. Her
time was soon to come. She too would know what it was like to be taken. It was
a moment she had waited many years for.
    The show
continued, with the women riding the Mantovian . The
crowd watched, as enraptured as Sempia . Her gaze
flickered over the crowd long enough to see several had taken to pleasing the
person next to them. Some handled their own needs while others simply stared at
the show.
    A large,
muscular man with a tawny sheen to him walked out into the ring. The man
stepped over the Mantovian , wiggling his bare ass
towards the first girl riding the Mantovian , and
stared down at the alien.
    For a moment, Sempia could scarcely believe her eyes as the man sank down
to a seated position on the alien and then leaned forward, putting his cock in
the Mantovian’s face. The alien opened his mouth and
took the man deep. The woman closest to the man inched upward and began licking
the man’s ass, he in turn fucked the alien’s mouth.
    Someone touched Sempia’s shoulder, causing her to jump slightly.
    “Go,” a deep
voice said. The very sound of it made her wet pussy weep. She shuddered as she
moved forward, the owner of the voice keeping his hand locked on her shoulder.

 
 
 

Chapter
Two

 
    The male
ushered Sempia out and the crowd roared. She stilled
as she tried to figure out how she could possibly fit into the equation.
Everyone had someone.
    The man behind
her seized hold of her tunic and ripped it from her body. The action was hard and
hurt. Cool air struck her already swollen nipples. He took the tunic and
wrapped it around her neck tight enough to act as a lead but not tight enough
to harm her. He shoved and she came to a halt at the head of the Mantovian .
    “She is here,” her
keeper stated.
    The man getting
his cock sucked by the Mantovian pulled free and sat
back on the alien’s chest. A sly smile spread over his face as he motioned for Sempia to sit. She went to but he held up his hand.
    “No, with your
back to me, beauty . You have been gifted to another. He will be the one
to break your barrier. It will be his cock that soaks in the blood of your
innocence.” He licked his lips. “I shall take your virgin