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The reminder of what was to come—that I would have to share Sophia with these men—sent a surge of possessive rage through me. I fucked into her harder, deeper, wanting to imprint myself on her very soul.

I pounded into Sophia relentlessly, my hips snapping against hers with bruising force. Her cries had taken on a desperate, keening quality that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around me.

“Look at how she’s taking it,” I growled to the other guards. “Such a greedy little cunt. I bet she’s going to come soon, aren’t you, whore?”

Sophia whimpered, her hips rocking up to meet my thrusts. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I need…”

“What do you need?” I demanded, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Say it.”

“I need to come!” she cried out. “Please let me come, sir!”

A chorus of lewd encouragement erupted from the guards.

“Make her beg for it,” Jacques urged. “Make the little slut work for it.”

I grabbed a fistful of Sophia’s hair, yanking her head back. “You want to come? Then you’re going to have to earn it. Tell these men what a filthy whore you are. Tell them how much you love being fucked like this.”

Shame and arousal warred on Sophia’s face. For a moment, I feared I had pushed too far. But then she spoke, her voice trembling.

“I’m… I’m a filthy whore,” Sophia gasped out, her face flushed with humiliation. “I love being fucked like this. Please, I need it so badly.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me, even as I hated forcing her to debase herself this way. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the shame warring with desperate need.

“That’s right,” I growled, maintaining my brutal pace. “Just a cock-hungry slut. But you haven’t earned it yet. Beg these men to use you next. Tell them how much you want their cocks.”

Sophia let out a sob, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. But she obeyed, turning her gaze to the leering guards.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please use me. I… I want your cocks. I need them. Use me like the whore I am.”

The guards erupted in cheers and crude comments. I felt sick at their enthusiasm, even as my own arousal grew so urgent I had to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep from exploding inside the columba I loved.

“Naughty girl,” I panted, feeling my own release building. “Now come for me. Come on my cock like the eager little fuck toy you are.”

I reached down to rub her clit roughly. Sophia cried out, her back arching as she shattered. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, milking my cock as she trembled and shook.

Sophia’s climax triggered my own. With a guttural groan, I buried myself at full length inside her slick sheath and felt my cock pulse over and over. The primal satisfaction of claiming her, marking her as mine, warred with the guilt and anger I felt at having to share this moment with these brutes.

As I emptied myself into Sophia’s quivering depths, I was overwhelmed by a sudden swell of emotion. My heart ached with pride and love for this remarkable young woman who had shown such incredible bravery and resourcefulness. She had willingly put herself in this awful situation to protect our mission, to keep us both alive long enough for backup to arrive.

I gazed down at her flushed face, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes hazy with the aftershocks of her climax. Even in this moment of utter debasement, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her strength shone through, a core of steel beneath the vulnerability.

I wanted nothing more than to gather her in my arms, to whisper words of comfort and praise. To tell her how much I admired her, how deeply I cared for her. But I couldn’t break character, not with the other guards watching so eagerly.

Instead, I gave her thigh another subtle caress, trying to convey my feelings through that small touch. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of understanding there. She gave me the tiniest of nods, almost imperceptible.

As I pulled out of her, my seed leaking from her well-used pussy, I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever cosmic forces had brought Sophia into my life. The Pretorian Guard had chosen well when they sent her. She was everything a columba should be—intelligent, adaptable, and unwavering in her dedication to the mission.

And, I couldn’t help adding, though it sent a pang stabbing through my chest, I’m pretty sure she loves me as much as I love her.

The aftershocks subsided gradually. I pulled out of Sophia roughly, eliciting a whimper from her. I tucked my cock and balls away and stepped back, allowing the other guards to crowd around her still-trembling form.

“Who’s next?” Marcel leered, already unbuckling his belt.

Sophia

I felt their hands all over me, groping and pawing at my body. Part of me wanted to scream, to lash out, but another part of me remembered how it had felt when Marcus had made me admit my whorishness. I needed this, as overwhelming as it was, and I needed even more to make my miles proud.

The tears streaming down my face, and my whimpers of pain and humiliation, were real. At the same time, I made the decision to let them flow freely and to give into the impulse to cry out as I submitted. I had the satisfaction at least, in some distant land where my reasoning mind had traveled, of knowing that I could put on a good show for these men who wanted to degrade me utterly. I could arouse them with my suffering and ensure that their attention didn’t wander from their pleasure in brutalizing me.

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