“Don’t know about you lot ……”
Menander recognised the sergeant’s voice breaking through the shouting. That sergeant in charge of these men about to rape him. The sergeant who’d nearly chopped his head off.
“Can think of a better way of getting my rocks off …..”
The shouting calmed. Good-natured jeers. Come-and-join us, sarge.
“The baggage train has arrived,” he answered back. “The women have got their arses here.”
He laughed out loud.
“You shift your arses …. get over there fast .. you’ll beat the other fuckers to them. Have the whores for the night.”
He was looking out for his men. And saving Menander’s arse.
Menander had thought the women had been sent back home. Maciste had moaned on about them getting released in the night. Prey to wild cats. But it turned out, the Parthian general had been playing him along. These treacherous bastards hadn’t let the women go. Hung on to them, selling them off.
Meaning ….. Maciste’s sacrifice .. all of this .. it had been a complete waste of time. And destined for a deadly meeting with their emperor. What a mess!
Suddenly there was sound of scuttling. The pressure on his hands was gone. Menander lifted his head. Seeing all the soldiers running off .. bagging themselves the women woman for the night. Suddenly the entertainment .. jeering Menander’s arse getting fisted .. no longer the best option for the night ……
A sharp slap on his bare backside made Menander gasp out. He looked behind. The soldier who’d been raping him .. wiping his fingers on Menander’s arse.
“Don’t go anywhere, motherfucker …..”
He menaced back into Menander’s face. Menander suddenly realised tears of shame were coursing down his cheeks.
“Unfinished business, you and me …….”
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