Anzil (Gladiators of Krix #2) - Miranda Martin Page 0,37

on end. I put my arm around Kiara’s waist and pull her back a step with me.

“We’re done,” I say.

“Yeah,” she agrees.

Together we back our way out of the room. As we exit the sewers, I have the distinct understanding we are in deep and dangerous waters. Winning our freedom is going to be even harder than I thought.

Chapter 13

Kiara

“What have I done to deserve this much cock in my ass,” Dominus yells, throwing his hands into the air. “House Intralik? You’re certain?”

“Yes, Dominus,” Anzil answers.

“It’s an insult that must be answered,” Domina says, waving her arms in the water.

Dominus paces beside the inset bath in which she rests. She’s naked, her ample breasts supported by the water, which has red petals floating on its surface. Cora and Sshkin stand against the wall staring straight ahead. They each have one breast exposed by the outfits they’re forced to wear.

Two other slaves are in the room with us, one of them kneeling close to Dominus, awaiting orders. The other is in the tub with Domina. I swear for all the world she is pleasuring Domina beneath the water.

Insanity like this is commonplace here. So commonplace that even I’ve started to become accustomed to it. Focus.

“You’re absolutely right,” Dominus says. “This insult must be answered. Blood will flow. I’ll crush their cocks beneath my heel.” Dominus’ yellow skin flushes a deeper shade of yellow as he bellows and gestures wildly. “Widows curse their fucking offspring.”

“The insults are, hmmmm, stacking up,” Domina says, pausing mid-sentence to moan. “You should find some relief, my love. Your blood pressure is climbing. Release the stress so you can think clearly.”

What in the hell is happening here? This is some kind of bizarro world, nothing makes sense. How do these people live like this?

Dominus snaps his fingers, and the girl on her knees moves to him instantly. She pulls aside his robe, exposing a barely average cock which she immediately sets to pleasuring.

I close my eyes and count, slowly, to ten. I can’t lose my temper. Not now. This place is what it is, these girls aren’t my responsibility. Right. Keep telling yourself that. If I repeat it enough times then maybe I’ll believe it.

“You’re right,” Dominus says. I try to ignore the soft gagging and sloppy sounds of the girl pleasuring him. “The insults are climbing. They don’t have the money to do this nor do they have the balls.”

“Hmm,” Domina half-moans, half-agrees with him. “They must be backed by a House of ranking who doesn’t want to move against us openly.”

“Yes,” Dominus says, grabbing the slave’s head before him and forcing his cock deep into her throat.

Anzil stands stiff as a board next to me, his eyes burning straight ahead. He doesn’t say a word or react in any way to the scene, but the tension and anger radiating off him is palpable.

“Who would dare such a move?” Domina asks, groaning and writing her body beneath the water.

She turns her head and passionately kisses the slave pleasuring her while keeping one eye on Dominus and his blowjob. What kind of love is this?

It’s not. It’s not love, this is lust and convenience. It’s everything that goes wrong in relationships taken to some grotesque extreme.

“Curtius, that dusty boy loving cunt,” Dominus says.

“Perhaps, but still a bold move for a House who recently lost ranking,” Domina says.

I lock eyes with Cora. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and she darts her eyes away, shaking her head.

“Kiltrias?” he asks. “Would they dare?”

“They are allied with Silvan,” Domina says.

“Those fucks,” Dominus says, groaning. “Those dirty, stupid, fucking cunts.”

He shoves his cock into the slaves’ mouth with each of his expletive comments. I ignore his actions, imagining instead how good it’s going to feel when I slice his throat.

“What are you going to do about it?” Domina asks.

“I’m going to show those fucks who they’re messing with,” Dominus exclaims.

Anzil slides closer, a subtle movement that doesn’t distract our masters from their individual pleasures. Our bodies are barely touching, but it’s a show of support. I glance in his direction and give him a half smile before returning to eyes forward.

“Hmm, huh, how?” Domina asks, her hips thrusting up and down under the water. She grabs her breasts and pulls on them.

“We need games,” Dominus says. “If House Batius offers to sponsor a weekend of games for Venta, then they could not refuse to show. It would cost them points.”

“You’ll have to get the Council to sign off on the games,”