Yupar settled herself in doggy position by letting her hips up in the air and her cunts fully exposed for Judas to fuck her again. He twisted and played with her already erect and hard nipples and then, his cock once again, invaded her wet vagina.
She moaned in pleasure, "Oh no, my Goddess...I love it...I love ...oooh...slowly Judas...ohooo...arr...It’s great. Can you hold my legs...to go deeper...please Judd...Arrhrr?"
Yupar was in a wild mood this night, bucking and writhing against him like an animal, like a woman possessed but she felt so good. She cried out to the Goddess again and again and Judas found himself harder and deeper inside her than he had ever been with any woman. It was almost enough to make a man forget the Romans.
"You are a fantasy made flesh, you are beauty, truth, you are magnificent," Judas told Yupar as he gripped her tight and thrust hard.
Yupar could barely concentrate on what he saying. He was gripping her thighs and his hard invasions sometime hit her cervix. She worked with her thighs as he thrust and pumped inside her, all she knew now is the sexual pleasure building inside her loin. Her legs were now up in the air and hanging around his shoulder. As her juices gushed again and again inside her vagina, she was bubbling and moaning in incomprehensible words.
Judas’s cock was still strong and thrusting even harder. But her time of floating and shuddering in pleasure wouldn’t last. Romans soldiers suddenly stormed their tent. She jumped up and shouted, “Roman!!! Judas!!! WHY? No… “
But he didn’t stop thrusting and pinning her arms.
“Oh no Judas…let me go….please Judas… they have found us!” she desperately screamed.
But he looked like he was still sinking in pleasure, but she couldn’t understand why, he just continued humping her. She struggled and writhed like a wild horse, as she was surely known to the Roman pigs that are watching them. But all her efforts were worthless, as he continued humping wildly.
She gave a panicked cry,” “Judas, stop doing this…Judd…no, we didn’t come here to give a sex show to those Roman bastards.”
After a moment, he changed in his breathing and a quickening of his rhythm as she bucked and wriggled on the end of his stroke. As he pulled out his cock, his semen burst as Yupar felt the warmth on her ass. Then he grasped her hair, kissed her on her forehead and said, “I’m sorry Yupar, I am sorry.., but you are really a good girl.”
The sweet smells of fresh sex were overlaid now with the stink of iron and the grease used to keep that iron from rusting. The Romans with their horrible pork stink are filling up the tent and yet Judas was casual as he stands and reassembled his robes.
"I told you I could get her away from her crowd of followers, told you I could make it so you could arrest her without a riot," Judas said in his piss poor Greek to the Roman Centurion, a man who would barely deign to even look at a Jew under normal circumstances.
"You seemed to enjoy fucking her," sneered the officer. A frustrated equates, forced to take this lower path to glory rather than the prefecture of an entire regiment. The civil wars had been good times for men of his class, as long as you picked the right side. Now there was only one side, that of the Caesars but they had not nearly the need for so many troops or men of birth to command them.
"I'll enjoy counting my money even more, thirty drachmas I was promised, a cheap price to stop a revolution," Judas laughed, the Roman felt the man was cheaper than he knew, the authorities would have paid him gold Quinarius maybe even Arueas if he had the notion to ask for it.
"Take your money and get out scum," The Centurion snapped, handing over the fat purse.
"Hey Judas where are you going, don't leave me!" Yupar called out in confused despair as she was seized by thuggish soldiers.
"Did he betray her just for money, only thirty pieces of silver?” That thought made a crazy whirl of emotions go off in Yupar’s mind and now she had to blame only herself for her sexual lust. Complete horror and disgrace were clearly apparent on her face while she was shakily covering her modesty. A rebel queen was captured during her battle of sex on her lover's bed. This news would be funny and pleasant for the Roman Emperor. They would laugh at her as a teen Jewish girl who thought herself more than she is. In actuality, she shouldn't be a leader, and she was just a normal promiscuous wench. Now she realized that, but everything was too late for this Jewish Queen. After she hardly got her clothes on her back, manacles were fitted to her wrists. Her thoughts were ended and she returned to the real world again with struggles and squeals. But all her efforts were useless and after two soldiers fixed her bare legs with ankle-irons, she was a captive of Rome, who trembled in fear and shame.