"Don't touch the leaders, do what you want with the rest." The orders Captain Garth received were clear and unfortunate. The three ringleaders of the Cult of Sisters were the most attractive of their new captives. It was as if they had said "you need to be 'this hot' to lead." It seemed like a waste to not take advantage of them whilst he could. Unfair even. He and his men did all the hard work, they should get the spoils. The fact that he could also not touch the priestess-protector Sala was just plain cruel. No matter, Garth would make do with the rest of them.
They had herded the dozens of remaining cultist women inside the chapel, it's heavy stone masonry made for the ideal holding cell. They had tied-up the women in rows along the pews, securing them face down, with their asses in the air. It was a veritable buffet of bodies. Maybe coming on this expedition wasn't as bad as he thought, it reminded him of the old days, back when the Empire was still on the rise and he was a young lieutenant spreading his seed across the lands they conquered.
Garth found his way over to a petite looking rear, he liked the smaller women best, they made him feel bigger. With a hand gesture he gave the go ahead to the other men to find their own captive from the line-up. There were only a handful of men uninjured enough to partake in the festivities, the rest of the poor bastards would have to miss out, 'sucks to be Borris and Sten' he thought as he slipped his awaiting member into the small woman in front of him. Another advantage of petite women is their relative tightness. Well, generally that was the case. His cock slid in with almost no resistance into the cultist's awaiting folds. After a few thrusts, it became clear that captive in front of him was a masochist. No words of resistance, only moans of enjoyment and encouragement. Looking around at the other captives being enjoyed, their pleasure seemed universal. The chapel filled with sounds of pleasure. It was… unexpected.
After several minutes of enjoying the first captive Garth had chosen, he started to make his way down the line. There were plenty of pussies waiting to be filled and he didn't want to shoot his load before being able to enjoy lots of them. Each of the women seemed excited at his touch, almost as if they were happy they had finally been chosen. Many of them rocked excitedly back against the Captain's cock as he thrusted into them. The absolute sluts. He would have to see if Zigarete would let them keep one or two for the next leg of their journey. It would certainly make travel more bearable if they had a couple of girls to fuck each night. It was getting tired of hearing the Tracker having all the fun.
It was on woman 13 that Garth had finally released his come, or was it 14? It was hard to keep count. The cultist woman actually thanked him for doing so. Garth wiped the sweat from his brow and left the remaining men to watch and enjoy the captives. He would be back later for more.