"On your knees, girl." Vulpes' voice slithered into her ear, not quite unpleasantly though, she shamefully admitted.
Vera complied immediately, her shame too far gone to truly care what she was seen as by the men before her. Her knees hit the packed earth beneath her with a thump, the breeze picking up on the sweat that coated her chest, causing her breasts to notably perk up.
The walk from Vulpes' tent to the center of The Fort was, admittedly, more difficult then most recent things she had done. She wasn't necessarily shy of her body, but she certainly wasn't the type to walk half-naked through a camp of prying eyes. Especially a Legion camp.
She pondered the appeal of this sexual experience as she knelt before these leering soldiers, not quite hanging her head, but not daring to meet eyes with any man but Vulpes.
"Ave, Vulpes." Vera recognized the voice that broke through the whispers and snickers, Lucius, head of the Praetorian Guard.
Lucius looked down at the Courier on her knees with a raised brow, his eyes lingering curiously on her lack of shirt before nodding towards her in question. "What is this?"
"Our beloved Courier wishes to uphold a little… deal of ours." Vulpes purred smoothly, the leather of his armor brushing against Vera's shoulder. "I believe she also spoke of a certain fascination with our great army… Isn't that right, profligate?"
Vera blinked at her address when she realized they were actually waiting for an answer. Usually speaking to men such as these was no trouble, her thoughts traveling back earlier this day when she had challenged Vulpes to the very bet that got her into this mess.
However, the stares, the pressure, her nakedness, it was all so consuming that she very foolishly stayed quiet, raising two pathetic arms to cover her breasts from the eyes of the men watching her so relentlessly.
Vera supposed she had expected the sharp sting of the riding crop across her shoulder blades. Still, the shock of the amount of pain it brought bucked her forward onto her hands.
She vaguely felt like a dog in this position, something she surely looked like to the Legion soldiers.
However, Vera didn't have to be hit twice to get the hint. So she closed her eyes as the muscles in her back strained from the attack. "Yes…"
Some laughs broke out from the bolder of men. Lucius cocked his head to the side as he watched Vulpes gliding his weapon of choice along the indent of the woman's spine, circling her as if she were his prey.
"And what fascination is this, woman?" Lucius spoke out of his honest curiosity. He had found the Courier… tolerable. She was a little rat in all sense of the word, in his opinion of course. Pretty, but not remarkably so.
Although, he supposed Vulpes was more so fascinated with her power and pride. Qualities that seemed to have fled her in this moment, it seemed.
Another slap rang through the air, louder and more obviously harder then the first. This time, however, it focused on her backside, which rose up like a bitch in heat when her back arched in either pain or pleasure.
She gasped, her fingers visibly digging into the ground. "T-The strength of your men..."
Vulpes smiled at this, satisfied with both the shakiness of her voice and the laughter which rang out through The Fort from the men bothering to watch. "And?"
Vera glanced up at Vulpes as he crouched down in front of her, his steely eyes betraying their usual visage with both plain arousal and ill amusement.
Her inner-conflict tore her between going along with the damn ride and fighting for what little pride she had left. Yes, she was aroused by the very thought of Vulpes treating her in such a way, but did she truly wish to allow such treatment in front of so many men?
She counted said soldiers up to nine quickly, including Lucius, and quickly realized that Vulpes must have interrupted some sort of training for the spectacle.
Sorry Boone… She mentally shrugged as she looked up into Vulpes' eyes.
"And… I swell to think of them inside me… Of you inside me, Vulpes…"