His good humour restored by the sight of her naked body, he winked at his mates and pulled her against him, his free hand plunging between her thighs as he brought his mouth down over hers. He thrust his thick wet tongue into her mouth and she nearly gagged on his kiss, gasping for breath as she wrenched her head away, but her struggles and innocence merely aroused him. When she tried to kick him he laughed and deliberately fell backwards onto the pallet, dragging her with him so she lay helplessly across his lap.
‘You’ve got to show them you’re the boss,’ he said to his comrades, running his hand appreciatively over her tight bottom. ‘And the best way to do that is with a good spanking.’
Branna’s life is torn apart when her tribe is defeated by the hated Romans, her betrothed beaten to death before her eyes, and she is taken as the spoils of war.
From the slave markets her path takes her from innocence to unbridled depravity. Can she survive, or will she become just one more sacrifice on the altar of Roman decadence?