Maris cried out in outrage as the Cimmerian groped her like a common whore, his meaty hands kneading and exploring the firm flesh of her magnificent breasts.  She struggled but her efforts grew weaker and weaker as she realized it was truly hopeless.  She felt his knee between her thighs, grinding against her sex, bringing a gasp to her lips.  A voice inside her screamed in protest, demanding that she fight, while her body slowly began to surrender to the conquering barbarian.<br/><br/>Mustering the last bit of courage within her, she spat in the Cimmerian's face.<br/><br/>"I am a warrior," she declared defiantly.  "And I will not give myself up to you.  Any pleasure you wish to gain from my body, you must take it by force like the foul outlander pig that you are...."<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Mira gasped, eyes wide.  Instinctively, she took a step backwards, only to collide with another of Vanko's mercenaries.  She was surrounded by them, these armored and hardened men.  And from the way they leered at her, the way their eyes roamed across her barely clad body, she knew what they were planning...  Best to take action now...<br/><br/>"My dear captain," she began, speaking to the man who had threatened her.  "I am sure we can come to some mutually<em>pleasurable</em>arrangement?"<br/><br/>She smoothed her flimsy silks and took a step forward, purring seductively.<br/><br/>"Lord Vanko surely does not deserve the loyalty of such fine men as yourselves.  Serve me.  And I will<em>serve</em>you in turn and see that you are justly rewarded with treasures more valuable than gold...."