The raids were a complete success. Booty of incalculable value and innocent girls were sacked and dragged back to the camp. Now they’re in the masters’ quarters. What the masters want, the masters get and right now they want meat. The captives are succulent, f0rced to obey each treacherous wish. They are compelled to attack one another for sport, like fighting dogs. To the victor, cum the spoils. For these girls, the spoils are livid pools of piss and spunk.
