The men carried the unconscious Anya into the city to a backyard area, where six other men waited. As they came into sight the tallest man stood up. His name was Faaro and he was the leader of this gang. He was more than eight feet tall and very, very muscled. His eyes burned brutally in his dirty, ugly face. He had no hair and wore only a piece of cloth that covered his middle.
"Rukan, Orik, what are you carrying ?" called Faaro.
"Look at her, she is so beautiful," Rukan explained and the two men let Anya slide to the ground. Faaro looked at her beautiful face, her slender body, her long legs and her large breasts. "Wow," he gasped, "what a treasure. Good work, boys. We will have a lot of fun with this girl. Wake her up."
Rukan and Orik did as their boss said and woke Anya up. She needed a second to remember what had happened. She looked around and gulped in shock as she saw the eight men around her. As she saw Faaro she started to shake.
"Little girl," Faaro says, "I´m Faaro, leader of these men. You are ours know. What is your name, my little slave ?"
"I´m Anya," she said proudly, "and I´m no slave."
The men laughed loud, then Faaro stepped forward, grasped her by her hair and lifted her into air. She screamed loud, but Faaro pressed her against a wall and beat Anya, slapping her with his rough hands. After five minutes he stopped and Anya fell to the ground. Looking down at her twitching form he yelled "You are my bitch, aren´t you?!"
Anya didn´t answer. Silently she seethed inside. She wasnt about to submit to these thugs but how could she defeat all of them?
"O.k., Anya," Faaro laughed, "you want it the hard way. You´ll get it the hard way!" |