This is a sequel to “The Redhead in the Killer Kollar”. It stands on its own, but makes a lot more sense if you have read that first. I don’t normally write sequels, but several public and private messages indicated that many of you thought I left too many threads hanging in The Redhead. So, I decided to wrap a lot of them up in this story.
Dominion begins laying the groundwork for his empire.
A new D/s pair drops in on the Mistresses & subs of Pond Cove.
Young man continues to dominate his older slave.
Author’s NotesI’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays. The story is far from over, and I’m still writing. I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day. Thanks for sticking with me :]
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CASSIUS
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.
Everything was so new to her, so exciting. She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.. Touching everything. And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop. If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them. In the most creatively painful way he could think of.
Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her. Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were. Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear. “What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry. “It’s better than I’d dreamed of.”
He laughed as he led her over the stall. “Come, meet Agnes.”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius. One was Callia. Agnes was the other. He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand. She had to be at least seventy years old. She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.
“Cassius.” Agnes beamed at him. “Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.”
He laughed. “This is Callia. My sister.”
“Ohh.” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie. “Well, she is as pretty as the men all say. I didn’t expect her to be so.. Small. Pretty little runt, though. Hello, then, child. Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall. Her eyes were wide as she examined everything. “I’ve never seen the market before.”
“You should see this one, child. Look.” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius. “The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes. Never seen a stone like this before.”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes. She was trying to be kind. Well, be kind and make a sale. She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring. It pissed him off.
Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring. Agnes had been right. It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.
“Well, try it on.” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.
“Let’s see.” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it. “Perfect fit. How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light. She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes. “But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.”
Fuck Lykos. Callia had nothing. She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned. She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers. Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her. He could give her this.
Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.
“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand. “One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded. She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him. He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.
When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.
“I’ll hold it for you. Keep it around my neck until we leave here.”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.
They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.
He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.
“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming. Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled. “Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword. Slowly. Calmly.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are. How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.” Callie spoke up from behind him. “His wife is Julia. She was my friend before she got sold. She came from Britain like my mother.”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.
“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.” Titus didn’t even look at her. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Callia, stay.” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie. “I don’t know who is in the woods.”
He watched Titus. The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept. His eyes were ringed with black circles.
“I just want her home, Cassius. I won’t say a word.” His jaw clenched. “You can kill as many fucking whores as you want. Just let my wife go.”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled. “You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes. I know who you are.” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady. He looked terrified. “If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now. Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted. He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it. “What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken. Rope on the bed. Blood and.. Blood and cum on the sheets.”
Cassius paused. “When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.”
She could still be alive. Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.
“Put your sword away. I don’t have your wife.” He shook his head, irritated. “I’ve got to take Callia home. Meet me in the center of the market at midnight. I’m going to catch this bastard. Work with me. Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded. “If this is a trick. If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.”
“You can try.”
*CALLIA
She knew the look on his face.
He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head. His cock was hard, thick and delicious and curving against his thigh. Her tongue darted across her lips. She wanted him to force that big cock down her throat until she choked on it.
He watched his slaves bathe her, his eyes dark and narrowed. The tight set of his jaw was in complete opposition to the relaxed posture of his body. His eyes never left hers. His breathing changed, chest rising and falling quicker as he watched the girls later soap slowly over her naked body. His hips rocked almost imperceptibly as one slid her hand between Callia’s legs to gently wash her cunt.
He stared at her like a lion watching his prey; ready to strike at any second. She arched her little cunt against his slave’s hand and let her head roll back. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread slowly across his face. She froze. She felt like her heart stopped still in her chest. She knew that look, too. Surely he wasn’t..
The slaves paid no attention to the shift in her mood as scrubbed her skin with rough brushes. They soaped her again as her brother watched. Once they had rinsed her, they piled her wet hair on top of her head and began to drain the water as they worked the scented oil and lotion mixture over her clean skin.
Cassius pointed to the fireplace, and she stood there as she dried. The fire was so warm, but her knees were trembling. Her back had healed enough, she supposed, and it looked like her week off was over. He would beat her tonight. She knew it without him having to say it. She was afraid.
Her father had not been kind or careful with her punishment. There was nothing sexual about the violence she’d received at his hand. It had been hard for her; sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how she’d learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client she’d never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again.
Her brother didn’t speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed.
She bowed her head, and stared at the stones on the floor as she approached.
She held her body like she’d been trained: back straight, tits up, ass out to make sure she was perfectly pleasing to the eye. She knelt on her shins on the ground by his bed, just far enough away that when he looked down at her, he could see that every inch of her was displayed. Her shoulders were high, tits up in the air, legs spread open so that her cunt was offered to him. She wanted him to take what was his. Her. She was his.
She didn’t look up as he slid off the bed and walked a slow circle around her. His knuckles stroked her jaw, and when her eyes closed, he slapped her cheek. It wasn’t a very hard slap; it startled her more than it hurt but she couldn’t stop the sharp breath she inhaled.
“Keep your eyes on the ground like a good whore.” His hand wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed it. His fingertips dug into her flesh. “Don’t speak unless given permission. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded.
“If I tell you to speak, you will address me as Dominus.” His hand closed tighter. “Do you understand? Speak.”
“Yes, Dominus.” She could feel her legs shaking underneath her. Her stomach tightened as he released her throat and allowed her to breath. She nodded as she gasped in a breath.
She struggled just to put one foot in front of the other as he led her to the apparatus he used to restrain her. She couldn’t look at it. He’d kept it covered with a bed sheet for the last week because of what she’d gone through. He restrained her hands and belted her waist to the board, and she tried to pull inside herself for the strength she’d gained over her short life. She tried to remember the things he’d taught her, the ways to get herself in the right frame of mind but she was drawing up a blank.
He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough.
Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body.
She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin.
She was barely wet when he slid the first finger inside her cunt. She could hear him breathing, could feel him inside her, and she finally relaxed into it. This was Cassius, and relief was apparent in her moans as she pushed back against his hand as much as she could. She wasn’t allowed words, but she could still let him know it felt good.
He heard his growl behind her as he worked a second finger in with the first.
His fingers fucked her little cunt in short, rough strokes. He pounded them inside her until she could hear the strokes and his shallow breathing. His thumb pressed against her ass hole and she smiled to herself as she remembered just how fucking big he’d felt, how hard he was inside there. Her nipples were hard against the rough wood, and her pussy was soaking wet around his fingers.
She whined softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty. Her body sagged unhappily; she’d live with him inside her if she could. But then he wrapped his hands around the outsides of her thighs and he dropped to his knees behind her.
She bit her lip to keep from whispering his name as his lips pressed softly against the back of her thigh. She cried out when his tongue danced across her slit before sliding inside her. He prodded his tongue inside her wet little hole, and her entire body shook when she heard him moan. She couldn’t see him as he pulled, or maybe pushed, her lower body away from the board. He’d turned around between her legs so that his lips could wrap around her little clit.
Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didn’t exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit.
He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his body was pressed against hers and he was tilting her head.. To his mouth. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her. He held her so close to his body as his tongue explored her mouth, and hers tasted his. He pressed one last kiss against her neck.
“I’m going to whip you now.” His hand cupped her wet little cunt as his tongue circled the rim of her ear. She trembled just from feeling his breath on her neck. “Speak.”
This was it. Her first beating since.. But it was Cassius. She could do this. She could.
“Y-yes, Dominus.”
He stepped away, and left her there. She braced herself hard for the first hit, held her breath. Tightened her muscles. Everything the rational side of her knew not to do. But the hit didn’t come. He was silent and she couldn’t see. She didn’t count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. She barely breathed.
The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadn’t touched her skin, but she cried out anyway; her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didn’t speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she hung there, helpless and restrained.
The whip sounded again, and her entire body tensed again to brace for the impact. The sound seemed closer this time, but there was no pain. He hadn’t hit her. But he would. She just didn’t know when. That frightened her more than knowing it was coming. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the heat on her cheeks.
Anxiety tightened in her chest. She could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart; could think of nothing but the sound of the cracking whip and the memory of what her father’s whip had felt like as it split the skin on her back. She felt her tears seeping into the blindfold.
When the third crack rang out and still did not touch her skin, she sobbed out loud. He’d commanded her not to speak, but that was alright because she couldn’t form words.
She lost track of the cracks that didn’t make contact with her flesh, until she could no longer hear them over the roar of her heart in her ears and the sounds of her sobs. She shook violently, the belt digging into her skin, until she could barely hold herself upright on her feet.
When his whip finally cracked her skin, it was almost a relief. The pain of reality didn’t compare to the pain she’d been imagining in her mind and she gasped in a shaking, ragged breath. It may not have been as hard as she was prepared for, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Fire spread across her back in a razor thin line and she gagged as she remembered what she had felt like at her father’s mercy when she’d felt the first trickle of hot blood running from one of the cuts on her back. The room she was in should have smelled like soap, lotion, firewood and Cassius. But her mind refused to let her smell anything but metal and blood and sweat.
By the third crack of the whip on her back, the ropes around her wrists felt like metal cuffs.
By the fifth, she could smell the spicy scent of the perfume her father wore.
By the tenth, she was quiet and sagging against her restraints – numb, out of focus; living in a perfect recreation of what she considered her own personal Tartarus. It was all in her mind, and she was left there reliving phantom whip strikes long after the room had went silent. Long after she’d been untied.
Nothing made sense to her, if it registered at all. The soft thing beneath her body. The strong, warm things around her waist. That vaguely familiar voice talking to her from so far away.
The world was still black.
*CASSIUS
His hands were shaking as he laid his little sister on the bed. He couldn’t take off her blindfold – not yet. Because for all the tears in her eyes, there were more in his.
He felt nauseated.
He was sure she had thought he lost control. He hadn’t. Every second of what he’d done to her, the sensory deprivation, the fear, the mind-fuck of whipping empty air just because it would terrify her.. He’d done it on purpose. She was in her “dark place” now, something he’d only seen very few times because he’d quickly learned how to avoid it.
And today he’d used that knowledge to take her there intentionally. But not for the reasons she would think.
He’d been beaten. Dozens, maybe a hundred times. He understood it and he understood Callia. This trip, this.. Descent into her own world of personal torment was inevitable.
Tomorrow she would go back to work, and any man who could pay the price could beat her in any fashion they chose. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe the day after. But eventually it would have come to this. And Callia would be in this helpless state, completely at the mercy of a stranger who didn’t see her as a girl, a person. Someone who saw her as a toy. This unresponsive, broken shell would more than likely enrage whoever paid for a willing slut. There was no telling what would be done to her then.
But if he was the one to take her there.. He could control how she was brought out of it. He could care for her, make her feel safe.[/]
He kissed her forehead as he untied her blindfold. She blanched, squinted up at blankly for a second before she averted her eyes. Her body tensed, and tried to struggle out from under him. He lifted his arms, watching warily to see what she would do. His chest ached as she stumbled to the edge of the bed, and he reached out to grab her, but he wasn’t fast enough.
She fell sideways off the side of the mattress and landed hard on the floor. Her little brain didn’t even seem to register that as she pulled herself up onto her knees. In a perfect little slaves’ pose.
He crept toward her slowly, so as not to startle her. He sat next to her and pulled her body into his chest. She didn’t fight him, but every inch of her body was tensed as he pulled her into his lap. He rocked slowly back and forth as he held her tight against his chest, pressed kisses against the top of her head. He whispered softly to her as he stroked her head.
“Where are you right now, Callie?”
The tiny modicum of relaxation she’d gained vanished. She froze. “Right here, Dominus.”
“Look at me,” he sighed, and tilted her face to his. “Who am I, Callie?”
There was nothing in her eyes, no light. They were flat, near dead. Blank but for a small hint of confusion.
“You’re my master.”
“No.” He rested his forehead gently against hers as he cradled her body. “Look at me Callie. See me.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Just tell me what you desire from me, Domi-”
He silenced her with his lips on his and stood up with her in his arms. He laid her back on his bed and climbed on top of her, resting on his elbows.
“Tell me my name, my love.”
She shuddered underneath him, and when she spoke he could hear the tears in her voice.
“Cassius.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw. He laid his head in between her shoulder and chin. “Who am I, Cal?”
“Um.” She swallowed hard and he felt her turn slightly towards his. When he felt her body relax against his, just a little, a bit of the tightness in his chest eased. “My brother.”
“Yes.” His fingertips stroked her belly, and her head lulled back. “Where are you, Callie?”
“I-in your bed.”
“In [i]our bed,” he corrected. He moved back on top of her. She was coming back. Slowly, but his girl was in there somewhere. He could see that fire, that curiosity in her eyes. “Our bed, Callie.”
The ring, the one he’d bought her at the market, hung from his neck and rested just between her breasts.
“I’m sorry, Cassius.” She looked away. “I got scared.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her kisses weren’t soft, they were hungry. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit at her bottom lip, and her hips arched up against him. He pulled her up and rested her back against his pillows so that she was almost sitting upright.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her legs apart and laid between them. His eyes met hers when his mouth was just inches away from her cunt. “Watch me, Callie. Like I watch you.”
Even from here, he could see the dried tears on her face. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he spread her legs wider and pressed his lips against her clit. He toyed with her cunt with his fingertips, but didn’t slide them inside. Not yet.
He trailed his tounge down from her clit to her hole and back up, watched her eyes almost close as her hips rocked up.
“Don’t close your eyes, Callie.”
He sucked hard at her clit, and heard her soft gasps. He watched her back arch as he finally slid a finger inside her cunt. She was always tight; her little cunt was perfect. Sweet and wet, and gripped his finger hard as he tasted her pussy. The taste of her cunt was something he couldn’t get enough of. He craved it. Now that he’d had her on his tongue he had no idea why he’d waited so fucking long to bury his face between his sister’s legs.
“Cassius?” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she pressed her hips up against his face. “I.. I n-need..”
He pressed a loud kiss against her clit. “Yes, my love? Tell me, sweet sister. What do you need?”
“I’m close. I’m.. Oh Gods,” she moaned out loud, her legs tightening against his hands. “I want to cum with your cock inside me, Cassius. Please. Fuck me.”
He sucked harder as she spoke, her words driving him half fucking mindless. She screamed as he slammed his finger inside her one last time. Yes, she was starting to shake for him.
He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream between his lips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. His fucking hand was shaking, body tight with the need to be inside her. But he teased her first, listened to her beg as he trailed the head of his cock up and down her slit.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he teased, watching her tight little body writing underneath him.
Her eyes widened and she gaped up it him. “I love you cock. I need it. I want to feel it, Cassius, I want to feel it spread my little cunt open and pound inside. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cum spill inside me.”
He slammed inside her before she’d even finished speaking, and she screamed as her hips back against him. She slammed up, meeting every single thrust. She slammed her cunt against him every bit as hard as he slammed his cock inside her, and it didn’t take long. Five thrusts, maybe six, before her words lost all meaning. She was still talking, but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying other than the occasional ‘please.’ He never slowed his pace. His little sister wanted his cock inside her when she came, and that was what she gave her. He drilled into that hot, tight little cunt even as it trembled around him, got even wetter than before. He tightened his grip on her hips to keep himself from following her.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he slowed his thrusts. Not to let her recover, but to let himself.
“Cassius?” She peered up at him through half lidded, confused eyes.
He buried his cock deep inside her and stayed there, barely rocking against her hips. “Yes, my love?”
She bit her lip and rocked her hips up against him with her little, freckled nose crinkled. What in the hell was she thinking so hard about.
Finally, the confusion lifted, just a little. “Well, I love cock.”
He couldn’t help it. He never laughed. No one ever made him laugh. But he collapsed on top of her, roaring. That’s what she’d been so confused about? He could feel her cunt squeezing around his cock, each laugh making him shake inside her. “Yes, dear sister. I know you love cock.”
“No, Cass-” She whined, and tried to stomp her foot – which was awkward and cute considering she was laying on her back. “Let me figure out what I’m trying to say.”
He was still laughing softly above her.
“Okay,” she blew out a breath, and rocked her hips against his like it was helping her think. “I know that you can love cock. You can love getting fucked. But.. Can you love a person?”
He froze, and every bit of the humor he’d seen in the situation melted away. His chest pounded, his stomach clenched tight with nerves as he stared down at Callia. He studied the quizzical expression of her beautiful little face.
“Yes, Callia.” He told her softly. “You can love a person.”
“Cass?” She pressed her hips against his and rocked them in small, satisfied circles. His sweet little sister stared up at him with his cock buried balls-deep inside her cunt and smiled. “I love you.”
Every muscle in his body tightened, hummed like a bowstring as he pulled out and pounded back inside her. His cock throbbed, ached, and so did he as he pounded inside her.
“Do you, Callia?” He didn’t recognize his own voice when he spoke. “How much?”
“Even more than I love getting fucked.” She giggled beneath him between her sharp cries as her cunt took his cock.
His hand wrapped around her throat as he drove back inside her, and he watched her choking and bucking under him as he slammed his cock inside her. He lost himself in the thrusts, putting the full weight of his body behind every stroke. Her body rocked backward with each stroke, her head hit the headboard every time his balls slapped against her ass. He’d never fucked her quite this hard, never felt quite like this – this full bodied abandon as he tried to fuck past her cunt.. To fill her entire body up with his. He let go over her throat, pulled her legs up over his shoulder and focused on nothing but her screams and the way her body gripped him. He wanted to make her cum again, needed to hear her scream those words as they came together.
It didn’t take her long; that sweet little body started to shake under him. He bit at her calf as he held on trembling foot in his hand.
“Tell me again, Callie. Tell me when you cum on my cock.”
She grinned as her hands found the head board behind her, and she locked her arms out straight, pushing her body towards his. He filled her, and when her legs started to shake and he watched his little sister come with his cock inside her, screaming that she loved him.. He fucking lost it.
He wasn’t silent when he came either, not this time. He collapsed on her with a long, low growl as he filled her wet, shaking little cunt up with his cum. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off her when she collapsed on top of her body.
His lips pressed up against her ear, and he whispered softly words that only she would ever hear from his lips.
“I love you.”
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Slave Part 3
Kneeling on the hard floor of the punishment room my body burned and stung all over from the whipping I had just received, my knees and hands were numb against the floor and my whole body ached agonisingly from keeping so still for so long. I was crying silently from the effort I was putting in to following Master’s orders. After what must have been three hours Master strode back in to the room and spoke to X.
“Has she moved at all X?”
I prayed that X would say I hadn’t. I had tried so hard and didn’t believe I had failed.
“No Master.” She replied. “Mistress has not moved.”
“Thank you X, you may go back to your cottage now.”
X hurriedly backed out of the room. Master approached me and grabbing a handful of my hair, pulled me to my feet. Pain shot through me as I began to regain feeling in my hands, knees and feet and my still limbs were stretched out. Still holding my hair Master kissed me roughly on the mouth before letting go.
“Kneel up” he ordered, “Let’s see if you’ve learnt your lesson. Head back and open your mouth.”
I did as I was told, desperate to please Master this time. I certainly didn’t want Master to punish me like that again! I could feel myself shaking; terrified I wouldn’t be able to do what was expected of me. Master was clearly not going to be as patient with me as he had been the first time either. He removed his clothes, tossed them on the floor then grabbed my hair again and roughly yanked my head back even further.
“I don’t want to see you spill a single drop this time” he ordered “or I may have to reconsider you position as my Slave. I don’t want Slaves that can’t manage what’s asked of them. I’m sure X will train up very nicely as your replacement.”
Master had never spoken to me like this before and I was scared. I could not imagine living any other life than serving Master. I also knew that Master found X very attractive. I had to prove my worth to him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Master placed his cock in my mouth and immediately began to piss down my throat. I swallowed desperately at the hot liquid he was gushing into my mouth; I was struggling to breath but managed to keep going. Master groaned with pleasure as he emptied his full bladder into his human urinal and I felt the flow beginning to subside and eventually stop. I desperately gasped for breath as Master removed his cock from my mouth.
“Much better Slave” he said to me. “I will keep you for now.”
He began to get dressed as I remained knelt at his feet.
“Both you and X will be at my house in 30 minutes.” He stated, and left.
I went downstairs to find X. As I walked in to the kitchen she obediently dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“You will shower me know X.” I told her. “Master is expecting us in less than half an hour.”
I headed to the bathroom and X followed me on her knees. I lay down on the bed as I waited for her to prepare my shower.
“Your shower is ready Mistress” she said quietly, and I stepped into the warm flowing water. I stood there with my arms and legs spread, waiting for X to begin washing me. She soaped a sponge and began to lather me up. It was agony as the soap and water covered the welts that had formed all over me after my whipping and my muscles ached almost unbearably under the warmth of the shower where I had kept still for so long, but I knew Master would expect me clean. I had X wash my hair then after my shower she dried it and helped me dress; she then went for a shower herself.
We arrived at Master’s front door exactly on time and he told us to enter; we both crawled in on our hands and knees and positioned ourselves at his feet.
“Bend over the arm of the sofa with your head in my lap Slave.” He said to me softly. I was glad to hear him speak like that, he had frightened me earlier when he had been harsh with me and I was pleased things seem to be returning to normal.
“Slave has done very well today X and I feel deserves a reward; as her submissive you will be the one to give it to her.” Master continued. “Open your legs Slave; X is going to learn to pleasure her Mistress.”
I did so and Master ordered X to kneel behind me. Tentatively she lifted my skirt up my back exposing my buttocks and pussy to her. She placed her hands on my ass and gently parted the cheeks. Very slowly she touched the tip of her tongue to my rapidly moistening pussy. A shiver ran through me as she ran it up towards my clit, letting it flick against it for just the briefest second before running it back round my wet hole. Her hands gently massaged the sore cheeks of my ass as she continued to explore me with her mouth, she had begun softly lapping at my clit now and I gasped with pleasure as she gently began to run a finger between my cheeks and circle it around my tight but receptive anus. X began to press her finger against my tight hole and I pushed back against her, encouraging her to penetrate me further. X willingly obliged and was soon firmly sliding her finger in and out of me; she also began eagerly sucking on my clit. I was in heaven and knew I would soon be desperate to orgasm. Master knew this too and I was thrilled when he said,
“Come whenever you wish Slave, this is your reward and I want to watch you enjoy it.”
Seconds later the wonderful waves of orgasm swept through me, starting in the intense heat of my throbbing groin and sweeping through my whole body. X continued to plunge her finger in and out of me and her mouth continued to give my pussy plenty of attention right through until I ended cumming and went limp. Master lovingly stroked my head in his lap and I could feel through his trousers that he had enjoyed watching his two submissives together.
“Master?” I asked tentatively, “may X and I have the honour of sucking your cock?”
“Yes Slave you may, but I would like you both naked first.”
I stood up, as did X and we both began to slowly undress each other until we were both standing naked before our Master. On his command we dropped to our knees and at once began to pleasure him. I took Masters erect cock in my hand and guided the head towards X’s lips and at once she began to kiss and gently lick at it. Pre-cum was already beginning to appear at the tip and X lapped at it eagerly. I glided my hand slowly up and down the shaft as X continued to lavish her attention on the head, which she know had inside her mouth and was gently sucking on and flicking her tongue over it, I slid my hand down to allow her to get more of the length into her mouth, which she accepted hungrily, Master moaned as his cock slid to the back of her throat. I lowered my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, using my tongue to turn him on even more. Master had by now taken hold of X’s head and was pressing it downwards into his lap, I could tell X was having to deep throat him to accommodate his length and I could see that it wasn’t going to take much longer before Master shot his hot load down X’s throat. I was right, Master groaned and forced X’s head even further down as he bucked his hips upwards. Cum dribbled out the sides of X’s mouth as she valiantly tried to swallow it all, and I could hear her gagging on the quantity of it hitting the back of her throat. X must have enjoyed it though as once Master had finished a smile played across her lips as she used her tongue to clean his juices from around her mouth.
I was beginning to become proud of the way X was progressing as a submissive to both me and Master. My jealousy I had felt about her relationship with Master had subsided and I was developing a genuine fondness for her. She was obedient and keen to learn and I felt the time had come for her to undergo the same collaring ritual I had undergone when Master had first taken full ownership of me. I went to ask Master’s permission for this to take place. Around my neck I wear a silver chain that bears Master’s initial showing his ownership of me. When I spoke to Master he felt it would be best for X’s chain to show both his and my initials as she was to submissive to us both and he gave me permission to go into town and choose it myself. I went to the jewellers and ordered a silver chain identical to the one I wear and the initials of Master and I was told it would be ready in a week’s time.
A week later I collected the necklace from the jeweller’s and took it to Master for approval. He liked it and ordered me to fetch X at once saying he would perform the collaring himself.
I returned to Master’s house with X following me. Under her coat she was already naked, ready to present herself to Master. As we entered the house X dropped to her knees and followed me on her hands and knees. We both knelt at Master’s feet whilst he sat in his chair, X in front of him, me to one side.
“Slave,” Master asked, “Has X agreed to submit entirely to us both?”
“She has Master.” I replied, looking over at X who had her eyes firmly on the floor.
“X, what is the purpose of your existence?” He asked her, just as he had asked me, long ago.
“To serve both my Master and Mistress.” X replied.
“Then kneel up” he commanded her.
X obeyed at once and Master told her to lower her head. On his command I lifted X’s long, beautiful blond hair out of the way, and Master fastened the chain around her neck.
“This chain signals our ownership of you. You now belong to us and you will obey us at all times, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please us, we may choose to reward you. As long as you wear it you are ours and we will protect and care for you.”
And so our arrangement was sealed, Slave and X, both knowing their place and committed to serving their Master and he committed to caring for them.
THE END (for now……………………!)
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John joins The World for the first time. This is my first writing attempt so I happily welcome all constructive criticism and comments. I intend to explore many taboo and sensitive topics through out this story so be prepared. This is just the start of many chapters so stay tuned. If you like it please leave comments or support so I know to keep bringing out more content.
I woke up to the sensation of my cock being rubbed. I was cut loose from the bonds and Miss Anderson was furiously pumping my cock up and down. I closed my eyes and thought back to the pent up horny nature of last night. It wasn’t long before I felt an orgasm building.
“Fuck mistress I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
She went harder and I groaned loudly. My hips bucked as thick streams of spunk flew into the air and splattered onto the bed. My head collapsed back onto the bed as Miss Anderson stood up.Â
“I’m having a shower now slave. So hurry up and join me.”
I scurried along into the shower and waited for the water to heat up. When it had heated she stepped inside and pulled me inside with her. It wasn’t the biggest shower ever so we were pressed together a lot. Her breasts pressed against me chest and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be hard again.Â
She knelt down and stretched my foreskin over my flaccid penis. Then she took shampoo and rubbed it into my hair. I did the same for her. She got shower gel and massaged it into my body, caressing every area.Â
“Do you want me to apply shower gel for you mistress?” I asked.
“Yes please slave.”
I squeezed the liquid onto my palm and knelt down. I rubbed the gel into her tanned legs and moved up to her pussy where I rubbed some. She gasped a little. I stood up and massaged more into her toned stomach and her breasts. She turned around and I massaged her back.
“Hmmm I could get used to this,” she said, biting her lip. With a shocking realised that I was hard again and now my foreskin was being painfully stretched. She watched as I moaned at the pain until it rolled back to the normal place.
“It’s a start I suppose,” she sighed. She turned off the shower and dried me down with a towel.Â
“Get changed while I get ready,” she said.
I obediently walked out and changed into my clothes and waited outside the bathroom. She stepped out looking really hot. I mean like amazing. Her hair was curled and styled. She was wearing red lipstick and eyeliner. My jaw dropped and she smiled, “you like slave?”
I nodded.
“Well I have some stuff that you can use so make yourself look nice for me,” she said.
“Yes mistress,” I said nervously. I closed the door behind me. I did some sit ups, press ups and squats to ensure I didn’t start getting unfit. Then I dried my hair with a towel and carefully styled my hair with some gel. I put on some cologne and deodorant. Then I rubbed my chest with moisturiser and some cleansing cream on my face. I jogged downstairs where she was waiting.Â
As soon as I walked in the kitchen she squealed with delight.Â
“Yes that’s what I’m talking about.”
“What do you mean mistress?”
“You look so handsome.”
“Thank you mistress but I really don’t. You look stunning.”
She grabbed a handful of my shirt and locked me in a passionate kiss which I returned eagerly. She slipped her hand down my pants and clutched my ass and I cupped her face in my hands. Eventually we broke apart.
“You can eat your breakfast normally slave, I can’t be bothered this morning,” she pointed to some cereal. I poured myself some cornflakes and eagerly munched them. When I’d finished she took me to the car and we drove to school.Â
We pulled up in the car park and made sure no one was looking. She pulled out her phone, “I may need to contact you during the day. What is your number?”
I dictated it to her and he logged it on her phone, “good. Have a nice day.” She kissed me on the cheek. I blushed and she laughed as I got out of the car.
The rest of the day was torture. Every lesson I just wanted to get back to her house and taste that beautiful pussy. During lunchtime I got a text saying ‘meet me outside the staff toilets.’
I replied, ‘going there now.’ Slinging my bag over my shoulder I hurried through the corridor to the staff toilets where Miss Anderson was waiting.Â
“Max I need to talk to you about your homework,” she said secretly gesturing to the people walking past. We pretended to converse and as soon as the people were out if sight she yanked me into the female staff toilet.
“How’s school slave?”
“Torture.”
“How so?”
“Because I’m just thinking of you all the time.”
“Well slave I thought now would be a good opportunity for some training. I’ve already wanked you off once today so I’ll do it again. Take off your pants.”
I slipped off my pants and shirt and she grabbed my hard rod. She slowly, teasingly moved my shaft up and down.
“I don’t want to do it fast. I want to train you so you will be able to out off cumming for a long time,” she explained.
Whenever I felt an orgasm buying she would slow down and the feeling would stop. This continued for a bout ten minutes before she finally pumped my cock furiously. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying out and came. The streams of cum splattered onto the floor. I moaned and closed me eyes.
Miss Anderson eyed the spunk on the floor, “wow that’s a lot of spunk you’re producing there.”
I groaned in agreement and she laughed. “Now slave seeing this has made me quite horny as well so I want you to satisfy me.”
My heart skipped a beat and my stomach lurched, “um how do I do that mistress?”
Miss Anderson took off her shirt and bra, discarding them on the ground. She slid off the skirt to reveal she was wearing no panties! My eyes widened in shock.
“What do you think slave?” She grinned.
“Woah,” I watched the juices and dampness of her pussy. I looked at how bare it was. She pushed me down so I was on my back and moved her pussy onto my face. The smell of her juices was intoxicating. My whole face was pressed against that beautiful pussy.Â
“Now pleasure me slave,” I heard her say. I started by gently kicking and nibbling her clit.
“Ooh cheeky slave,” she moaned. I increased my speed and intensity. Dashing my tongue in and around that pussy, tasting her juices. She moaned and I heard her clamp her hand over her  mouth to stop her self from moaning. With the other hand she rubbed her clit as I licked.
“Fuck slave I’m going to cum!” She moaned.
I went as fast as I can and her body shook. A few seconds later a wave of juice exploded out of her pussy into my mouth. I swallowed it all eagerly. I licked the remaining juice out of her pussy and she moved onto the floor with her legs spread. I moved forwards to her pussy and continued to lick out the juice as she ran her fingers through my hair.
Eventually she pulled my hair up to face her. Some of her hair now stuck to her forehead from the sweat. She was still breathing heavily. I swallowed the last bit of her juice.
“Good slave, now clear up while I get changed,” she said.
I grabbed some toilet roll to mop up our cum and flushed the soggy pieces down the toilet.Â
I pulled on my clothes and she looked over at me, “my seat is going to be damp as fuck now thanks to you.”
“I’m sorry mistress I’ll try not to be so good next time,” I said.
She grinned and opened the door where the principal Mrs Thrower was standing.
“What on earth are you two doing in the staff toilets?” She asked.
My mind quickly searched for an answer and I found one, “some people kept going into the staff toilet and making loads of noise. Miss Anderson just took me inside to make sure it wasn’t me and asked her to help see if I could spot a anything.” I quickly said.
Miss Anderson nodded, “he’s for a very keen eye but unfortunately we don’t know who it is.”
She eyed us suspiciously, “I’ll have to look into this myself but thank you for trying Miss Anderson.”
Miss Anderson smiled graciously and walked down the corridor with me. She took me into the classroom and whooped with joy. “You are a fucking genius!” She said.
“It was nothing mistress,” I replied modestly.
“I thought we were dead then but that was brilliant,” she pecked me gently on the lips. “And someone is getting rewarded tonight.”
I smiled widely and headed off to my gym session. Luckily I was a bit early so I quickly got changed before anyone else. Everyone else filed in and some of the jocks were talking loudly, “man did you see Miss Anderson? She is so fucking hot.”
I smiled to myself as another one replied, “do you reckon she’s got a boyfriend? Cause if she does he is one lucky son of a bitch.”
I hid a grin as I walked last them and did a hard workout in the gym. Whenever I was in pain or feeling tired I imagined those dark eyes seducing me and I felt a burst of energy. After the two hour long workout I headed out quickly to get changed and rushed to the car.
Miss Anderson was waiting, “you’re all sweaty.”
“Sorry mistress I just went to the gym.”
“Didn’t you take a shower?”
“I wanted to be on time for you mistress,” I explained.
“Never mind you can have a quick shower when we get back,” she said.
I climbed in the car, “Max where do you live?”
“The orphanage mistress.”
“Don’t they notice your absence?”
“They probably will today,” I said.
“Then we better go over there,” she drove towards the orphanage as I directed her. I went in before her as ordered and went up to my room. I was a little confused by this but I did it anyway.
Eventually there was a knock at the door and the director opened it, “Max we have a visitor who would be interested in adopting you. I rolled off my bed and followed him downstairs to his office where Miss Anderson was waiting.Â
“Now miss I understand you want a teenage boy?” The director asked.
“Yes. Polite, well behaved and intelligent,” she said.
“Well Max here is all those things,” he said.
She smiled at me, “hello Max I’m Katie.” She shook my hand.
“Hello miss.”
She laughed, “well he is very polite. I’d be happy to adopt him.”
“Well miss you have to have a trial week period,” he said.
“If you insist but I think he’s going to be perfect,” she said.
“Come on Max I’ll take you to my house,” she said. I followed her out to the car and we got inside.
“You’re adopting me?” I asked.
She nodded and my jaw dropped in amazement.
“Are you okay Max?” She asked.
I wiped my eyes, “yeah it’s just a bit of a shock I never thought that anyone would adopt me.”
She smiled and kissed me passionately before driving off to the house. She dragged me up to the room.
“Now I said I would reward you for tonight slave.”
I nodded.
She stripped me and her off before she pulled me into the bed. My cock stiffened at the feeling if her skin on mine.
“Now slave we’re not quite ready for sex yet,” she said. “A few more days and your foreskin will be stretched enough. Though as a treat tonight we can give each other sensual massages. I’ll go first. Just lie down and close your eyes.”
I hoped this wasn’t a joke as I clenched my eyes shut. I heard the curtains being drawn and Miss Anderson messing with some objects in the room. I smelt scented candles.Â
“Okay open,” she said.
The room was only lit by scented candles and there was a bowl of oil next to the bed. All the equipment. Was tidied away. She flexed her fingers, “shall we begin?”
I nodded eagerly. She straddled my back and expertly rubbed oil into my back. I groaned at her soft touch and the tension going out of all my muscles. She kissed my neck and I felt all the hairs rise on the back of it.Â
She turned me over onto my stomach and she gave me a love bite on my neck while she stroked my cock. Then she massaged oil into my chest and stomach. She caressed the muscles my stomach and chest with glee.Â
Then she came to my rod. She owls leaned over and touched to tip of my to my cock with her tongue. I groaned and she sucked on my ball sack a little. She dragged her hot, wet tongue up my cock and then slowly lowered her mouth over it.
The inside of her mouth felt amazing pressed against my cock. She grabbed the shaft as well and pumped away as she explored my cock with her cock. Then she stopped sucking and put her massive breasts either side of my cock. The soft skin of them pressed against my hard cock as she started to bounce them up and down. Like before she paced herself and made sure it took a long time.Â
Eventually she said, “okay slave I’m going to go hard. When you feel yourself coming clench the muscles as if you’re stopping yourself from peeing. I nodded and she bounced up and down hard and fast. I felt the orgasm building. When it came I clenched the muscle as hard as I could, trying to resist the urge to cum.Â
A bit of sperm leaked out and dribbled onto her tits but it was mostly fine. She beamed at me, “good job slave.” She licked the cum off her tits and licked her lips.
“Now do exactly the same thing this time but I’m going hard and fast straight away,” she said.
She lowered her mouth onto my cock and furiously bobbed her head up and down. I ran my fingers through her silky hair and felt the orgasm coming. The urge to cum was overwhelming as it took more effort to reach the orgasm. But I still clenched the muscle and strained to stop the cum from going out. She stopped the sucking and looked at the pained expression on my face.Â
“And now you’re going to have the most wonderful orgasm,” she whispered. She lay flat on my stomach so her damp pussy was on my face. She pumped furiously with her hands. The combination of her pussy and hands soon sent me into overdrive and I moaned loudly.
 “I’m gonna cum.”
As soon as I said that she furiously gave me head and I came in her mouth. Stream after stream of cum flowed into her mouth and she licked it all up.
“Hmmm I love the taste of spunk,” she said. When I looked my cock was red and it felt slightly painful.
“Keep that up slave and you will make me a very happy woman,” she said.
“I want nothing more mistress,” I replied.
“Now you know I’m a squirted don’t you slave?”
I nodded.
“Does that turn you on?” She asked.
“Yes a lot,” I replied.
“Good now give me a sexual massage I’ll never forget,” she said.
“Challenge accepted,” I said.
I went down to her toes and sucked on them one by one as I had done yesterday. She giggled at the sensation of me licking her feet. I turned her onto her back and took some oil in my palm. I slowly massaged her and tried to copy her actions. Her contented breathing and groans told me I was doing okay. I brushed her hair of her back and kissed the back of her neck, making my way down her spine.
“Oh yes that’s good. You have a brilliant imagination slave,” she said.Â
I turned her over and kissed her passionately while I rubbed her nipples. She moaned into my mouth and played with my tongue. I moved to her breasts and caressed her hard nipples with my tongue. She moaned loudly and I moved to her pussy.Â
I gently nibbled and licked her clit as I had before. I kissed the lips of her list and inserted two fingers. I found her g spot and tickled it. She gasped. I started to pump my fingers in and out hard and she moaned louder and harder until she was screaming my name.Â
“Oh my god I’m going to cum!” She screamed.
I went as hard as I can and she yelled as a tidal wave of cum erupted from her pussy. It splashed over the bed. I looked up and saw that she had fallen unconscious. I tried to wake her but it was useless. Eventually her dark eyes fluttered open.
“Are you okay mistress?”
“Okay? That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” I said.Â
“I think we both need to have a shower to wash it all off,” she said.
“I agree,” I replied.Â
She shakily got to her feet and I supported her to the bathroom. Out of practice I pulled my foreskin back and she smiled. She ran a hot shower and we waited while it got warmer.
“Miss how long have you been planning all of this?”Â
“I always wanted to lose my virginity to someone special. When I came to the school I was instantly attracted to you. I’ve been planning it since I met you.”
I smiled, “I’ve fantasised about you so much.”
She smiled back, “and how does it feel having your dreams come true?”
“Unbelievable.”
She tested the water and stepped inside, I walked in after her.Â
“Clean my pussy,” she said.
I knelt down and felt around the inside of her tight pussy. I cleaned the cum off her legs and breasts. In turn she cleaned my red bell end. She kissed my lips.
“Slave after the trial period I’m taking you to my parents house in the countryside. They left me a small fortune when they died and a beautiful house. It has a swimming pool and a jacuzzi. I’m going to quit my job and take you with me. We can live off the money. No job needed.”
“Seriously?” I asked in disbelief.
“Of course, and I’m going to take you with me. If you want.”
“Of course I want to,” I said.
“My god this is like a dream come true,” she kissed me again passionately. When we broke apart she turned off the shower and we dried each other with the towels.
“Now one more ejaculation before you go to bed,” she said.
“I’m not sure if I can manage it,” I said looking at my limp cock.
“Well I guess your cock isn’t pleased enough to see me. You’ve done three today. Five I suppose if you count the half ejaculations. You’ve done for before. If you’re not going to make the effort I think you should be punished,” she said.Â
Oh fuck. I desperately grabbed my flaccid cock and pumped it, trying to make myself horny. I thought of the sexy teacher in front of me. How I was going to fuck her. How I’d spend my days alone with her. Something stirred inside me and I felt my cock start to go hard. Desperately I tried to build an orgasm but my balls seemed to be dry.Â
“Come on,” I said desperately. I went harder and quicker. I tried to think more about the sexy teacher. How I was her kinky slave. I felt an orgasm building. Excitedly I went faster. My arm ached but I kept going. The orgasm was just there.
“I’m going to cum mistress,” I said. I felt her hand grasp my cock and it set me off. My cock fired semen into the air. It was a small amount but it was enough. I opened my eyes and saw that Miss Anderson had caught it in her mouth.
“Good boy,” she said, licking the remnants off my cock.
“Did you realise what you did there?”
“No.”
“Look down,” she said. I looked at my cock and saw that my foreskin had been pulled back the whole time.
“Yes,” I pumped my fist.
“Tomorrow’s the weekend,” she whispered. “That means we have two whole days just to ourselves and now you can stretch your foreskin we can have even more fun.”
I smiled exciteldly, “mistress where am I sleeping tonight?”
“Hmmm you’ve done well tonight so I think you can sleep in my bed,” she purred.
She climbed into the bed and patted the matress beside her. I slid in next to her and she cuddled up into my arms. Before long she fell into a deep sleep and I couldn’t help but look in amazement at this woman. Eventually I contentedly closed my eyes and fell asleep.
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“Richard, honey, I’m your wife… you can’t… you can’t do this to me…” her entire body shook when she was ordered to turn around on her hands and knees in her sheer white baby doll lingerie. Her delicate white thong clearly visible and the sight of her round, untouched virgin ass got him a semi. “This is our honeymoon…”
Roughly, she pushed my head down towards her thighs, whilst pulling my own towards her face. For a moment it was an awkward manoeuvre, then my lips were at her pussy and hers found me, as we now faced each other side by side.
My cock was swallowed deep in her mouth, as my fingers separated the flaps between her thighs, I could see the whiteness inside, that contrasted with her skin.
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Author’s Notes Sorry Chapter 6 took so long – I’ve had some pretty annoying computer issues and it took longer to fix than the computer guy estimated. Plus, this chapter is 8,000 words long, so it took a little longer and I couldn’t find an acceptable way to split it.
If you’re a fan of this series, but rape isn’t something you want to read – just skip scene one. The next two are perfectly consentual. (For now, this rape scene looks like just a random, gratuitious act of violence – but I assure it, it will end up being a key part of the plot. I didn’t write it for “fun”).
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Julia – Sex? Rape.
Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________JULIA
Julia laughed as the drops of water spattered against her face. She spun to face her husband and pointed a teasing finger at his face. He was still leaning over the tub, smirking at her.
“Splash me again, and I promise, my love.. I will make you late.” She dropped her robe to the floor and reveled in the expression that crossed his face.
He glared at her, mock-fury on his face, but he couldn’t hide his smile for long. She loved that a smile, so unguarded on the face of an ex-soldier who had seen far too much for several lifetimes. She pressed her lips against his mouth, and then he kissed her nose and her eyelids.
“I must go.” He yanked her robe off the floor and tossed it to her, the smile never leaving his face. “Now put that back on or I’ll never make it out the door.”
He was a good man, her husband. The best she’d ever known. When she’d turned twenty, the man who owned her, Lykos, had auctioned her off, and she’d thought she’d be dead in days. But her Titus had shown up, and he’d bid every coin he had to his name. He’d gone broke to save her. To buy her freedom. To make her his wife.
He kissed her forehead before walking out the door. “I’ll be home by sunrise. I love you, Julia.”Not as much as I love you.
She was still smiling as she curled into their bed, a bed she’d taken so long to get used to. Now she couldn’t imagine ever going back to sleeping on a dirty straw covered floor in Lykos’ slave pens. She fell asleep, and dreamed of the beautiful, blond God of a man who had saved her life.
And she woke up to a nightmare.
She had felt the bed move, but she’d thought it was Titus, home early to sleep beside her. But the scarred man hovering over her was not blond like Titus. The knee forcing her legs wide open did not belong to her husband. The hand covering her mouth smelled like spices and sweat, not the wood her husband used to build homes.
She jerked her entire body, trying to fight off the strange body on top of her. She tried to scream. She moved her head just enough to sink her teeth into his fingers, but his hand moved only long enough to strike her across the face, and then it was on her throat, catching her frantic cries in a closed off throat.
“Please,” she tried to beg. She wasn’t a whore anymore. She wasn’t a willing body to be used by strangers. Her Titus had bought her freedom. “Get off me.”
The stranger laughed, and her blood ran cold. She was not blind or deaf to what was happening in Rome, and she cried out as he licked, licked, the side of her face.
She tried to rock her body upward, but her held her too tightly. One arm was around her throat, and she tried to dig at his face. Her nails raked at his skin, and she could see the blood welling in the tracks and was rewarded with another slap that somewhere closer to a punch.
His lips pressed against her ear and she felt her stomach turn as he forced his hand between her thighs. “Don’t fight it, Little Whore. The first time I fuck you will be in your husband’s bed.”First time? No, not if she could help it. There would be no ‘first time.’ Her heart pounded in her chest, ice flowed through her veins. She felt like she’d awoken from a nightmare and had yet to shake off the last vestiges of terror from the things she’d seen. But tears pooled in her eyes, because the nightmare was real.
His hand freed her throat, and she gasped for a breath just long enough to take in enough air to scream, but before she could make a sound, cloth was being shoved in her mouth. She clawed and punched at his chest as he tied the cloth gag firmly in place with rope. She could feel the coarse material chafing at the sides of her lips.
Her attacker was solid. Large. But he wasn’t young. He was an older man, perhaps she could fight her way free. She had to. She had to try. For Titus. She wouldn’t allow her husband to come home to find that his wife had been violated by another man.
She froze, waiting, and then she slammed her head forward and felt the sickening crunch of bone as her forehead hit him square in the nose. He howled, and blood -his blood- dripped onto her face just before his fist connected with her cheek. Pain bloomed just below her eye, and her attacker snarled at her like a vicious hound.
He dug his teeth into the side of her face before he whispered to her softly. “If you desire to live, let that be the last mistake you make, Julia.”
How did he know her name? Tears burned on her face, hotter on the left side where he’d punched her and she sagged against the bed as straddled her chest. He was so heavy, and she could feel his cock pressing between her breasts and it made her sick to her stomach. He had no right to touch her. She gasped for air as she realized what he was doing. What she was powerless to stop. He was tying her right hand to the bedpost. She whimpered around her gag. He’d said ‘if you desire to live.’ She tried to stop the panic seizing her body. What would be worse for her husband? Finding her alive and slightly damaged, or finding her dead in his bed? She took another breath. She’d been a whore for over half her life. This would not be the first cock she’d taken that she didn’t want. She could survive it. Titus could too.
She surrendered against the bed. She didn’t fight as he restrained her, but she didn’t look at him either. Giving up made her chest ache, and she sobbed around her gag as he rendered her immobile. He stroked her face, right where he’d hit her and she flinched away from him.
She looked up at him, her eyes flat and nearly as dead as she felt. Get it over with.
He laughed as if he could read her mind, and pressed her legs open. She shuddered as she forced her body not to fight him. She’d been trained for this. Lykos and his guards and friends had seen to that. She wanted to gag she she spread her own legs for him. Her body shook violently, her mind screaming her her to stop, as she spread herself wide open for this man.
She did gag as his fingers touched her slit. She was bone dry, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could think of Titus, but she would not dishonor her husband that way. She would suffer through this. And she would do nothing to ease her own discomfort.
“That’s such a good girl,” he cooed down at her as his fingers tried to press into her cunt. She closed her eyes against the pain and loathing she felt as this stranger’s fingers violated what didn’t belong to him. She didn’t see the next slap coming.
Furious brown eyes stared into hers when they flew open. He rammed his fingers back in her hole. He slapped her again, and stared at her in unabashed disgust as he spat on his hand as rubbed his fingers against her hole. She winced, every nerve of her body screaming at her to fight as he pressed the head of his cock against her. She narrowed her eyes, anger and terror pounding through her veins as her tried to work his way in. It fucking hurt, and she whined around her gag as she felt the first inch of his cock force inside her.
He drew in a sharp breath and she didn’t let herself look away from him. One of his hands moved up to squeeze on of her breasts as he stroked his shaft. He grinned down at her.
She didn’t even try to keep from screaming as he forced the rest of cock inside her in one stroke. No one could hear her anyway. She was bound and gagged and in the middle of nowhere. And her screams seemed to please him. His cock felt like it was tearing her apart as he forced it inside her tight cunt. She felt every movement, every small thrust, every second of his swollen cock spreading her open. She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally filled her completely. He felt foreign inside her, too big, too deep. She just had to endure it for a few moments, then her body would adjust. It would help her through this, grow wet despite what her mind wanted. She knew this from experience.
He leaned back and pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her. He spat again, this time it landed on his shaft and this thrust was less painful but no less of a violation. And it seemed he was done with pleasantries.
He collapsed on top of her and wrapped his hand around her throat as he timed his next thrust. She couldn’t stop screaming around her gag. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fight, but she’d overestimated herself. She couldn’t do this, not anymore. She struggled against him as his cock slammed inside her again and again. Her body was doing what she’d known it would; her cunt was starting to get wet around him, and instead of comforting her, it disgusted her and she pulled hard at the ropes holding her in place and bucked against the heavy body on top of her.
“No, I c-can’t. I thought I could.” She tried to speak around the fucking gag but she couldn’t. Her words were twisted, all jumbled vowels. “I don’t want it.”
He licked his lips, and depraved smile on his face, his cock jerking inside her cunt as he watched her cry and struggle to speak. He slammed deeper, and she knew he was feeling what she was – a wet cunt. He groaned as he violated her. Soft moans from a man were something that turned her on, something she loved about her husband, and the man inside her now was ruining that with the noises he made as he raped her.
His hands gripped her tits, tugged at her nipples. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard little buds on her breasts and she winced as she felt hr hips involuntarily rock up to meet his. He laughed.
“Once a whore, always a whore. Right, Julia?” He gripped her hips as he drove his cock deeper inside her; he didn’t pull out. He moved his hips in slow circles, pushing inside her from every angle, sliding deeper and harder until she cried out. It was from pain. At least that’s what she told herself.
He pulled her leg up off the bed, brought it around him and rested her calf against his chest and she gritted her teeth around the rope as her cunt tightened around him. He leaned forward, laying against her leg as he pushed it closer to her chest, and pounded forward again. His sighs were louder this time, his breathing harder, and she knew why. She could feel it too. The angle of her leg made her cunt squeeze so fucking tightly around his cock, and he took full advantage. His breathing was ragged as he violated her, muscles taut, face twisted in the pleasure he was taking from her unwilling body.
She winced, and shook her head. No. The way he filled her, the angle of her leg and his body. She could feel the friction on her clit, feel every single stroke of this strangers cock, the cock her pussy had grown so fucking wet around. He slammed inside her cunt as if he owned it, and she had been trained too well. She hated herself as her hips rocked up to meet him. Hated him as the tone of the screams against her gag changed from screams of pain to something else. She wanted to kill him as she felt the pressure building deep in her and she wanted to kill the man who had owned her. The man who had thrown her to his soldiers and let them use her body sometimes for days. Left her locked in with them until she orgasmed.
And now some man had broken into her husband’s house. Some sick stranger had forced his cock inside her against her will, and she was going to cum around it. This was Lykos’ fault, not hers. The things he had done to her had made her this way.
He gripped her jaw and forced her to look in his eyes. “That’s a good whore, push against this cock, Julia. Show me how mow much you want it.”
She shook her head. No.
He slapped her again. “Squeeze your cunt around my cock, bitch. Unless you’d rather have it in your ass.”
She froze. Panic consumed her. He would do it. He must have watched her, waited for her husband to leave. Lurked in the shadows until she was alone and entirely at his mercy. She didn’t like to be fucked in the ass. Some of the whores did, but not her. It hurt so fucking badly, left her with an ache made her feel disgusting for days. Her husband was the only man who’d ever understood that. He’d never asked her for that and she’d never offered.
She closed her eyes, hot tears thick in her eyelashes. She obeyed him. She felt him jerk so deep that she would have sworn he was in her belly as she tightened her cunt around him, squeezed her legs and forced her own hips up to meet him thrusts. She sobbed as she pushed herself to meet every one of his violent thrusts as he toyed with her embarrassingly hard nipples.
He yanked her legs around his back, and she gripped him tightly. She forced the voice inside her head to silence as she dug her heels into his back and pulled him closer. He muttered his approval and his stokes grew harder, deeper as her thighs started to tremble against his hips.
He felt it too, and he laughed. A cruel, triumphant laugh as he pulled his knife back up to her throat.
“I’m going to remove your gag, Julia. No one can hear you, but if you do anything other than beg for this cock while you cum.. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded furiously. Maybe he would cum, too. If he came, if she made him cum, then it would all be over. Maybe he would just leave and she could pretend this was just a nightmare.
He buried his cock deep in her cunt as he yanked the rope out of her mouth. She gagged as he pulled out the cloth, and she had to force herself not to scream as he slapped her again.
“Now, Julia. Be a good whore. Tell me how good this cock feels in your cunt.”Oh Gods, she couldn’t.
“P-please, please fuck me.” She stifled a cry and stared back up at him, hoping the terror in her voice wouldn’t enrage him further. She pushed her hips against him – that was the easy part. She could allow her body to feign willingness, but she couldn’t put a voice to it. Titus.
He slapped at her tits, and she could feel like hot imprint of his hand long after it had been pulled away. She couldn’t focus on the words she was forming, but they disgusted her. She moaned, and writhed and begged for more as he continued to assault her cunt. And she felt like something inside her brain broke into a thousand pieces when she came around him. Pain warred with pleasure, guilt and grief sparred with lust. She sobbed even as she screamed for more.
His hand covered her face, his fingernails dug into her cheeks as she felt him slam inside her and stay there. Still except for the smalled stokes and he groaned as he came deep inside her body.
She shuddered as he collapsed on top of her, her skin was raw, her throat hoarse from screaming. Her eyes burned from river of tears they’d cried. He came inside her, the thought wouldn’t leave her head. She was still terrified, terrified at what might come next, terrified of what her husband would say if she lived through this. She was going to be ill. She was going to – she gagged hard against his shoulder, and he moved instantly to hold her head by her hair and guide it over the side of the bed.
He laughed as he watched her. When she was finished, he jerked her back on the bed, and she collapsed against her husband’s pillow, too numb to even cry.
*CALLIA
She’d never left her father’s compound before. Now here she was, on horseback with Cassius’s arms around her waist and she was going to the market. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited. Their four brothers were riding around them. They’d also picked up a few stragglers, men who’d assumed it would be safer to ride in their group.
It was cold, but Cassius had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders so that no one could see just how tightly he was holding her around the waist. She was dressed in a peplos, a modest garment that she didn’t like. But once she realized her brother wasn’t going to let a simple skirt impede him, she didn’t mind so much. She grinned as she felt his hand pulling her skirt up around her hips and then snake between her thighs.
His lips pressed against her ear. “Don’t make a sound. One word, one moan, and I stop.”
She bit her lip and leaned her head back against his chest as his fingers brushed against her clit. She heard him groan softly behind her as his finger trailed slowly down her slit. She bit her lips together as he worked a finger inside her. She arched her hips to meet him as she glanced around.. She wondered if anyone had any idea what they were doing. She almost hoped they did. She hoped one of her brothers (or even better, one of the strangers) was watching her face as her brother slid a second finger inside her cunt.
He pulled his fingers out and pinched her clit between his fingers and she choked back a moan. Her back arched as his fingers worked a circle around her little button only to pinch it again.
“You have no idea how badly I want this between my teeth,” he breathed in her ear as his fingertip swirled around her clit. She hissed in a breath and he laughed under his breath. Her back arched against him and he let his teeth barely graze the curve of her neck.
“And this, little sister,” He told her quietly as he drove his fingers back inside her cunt. “This is what I think of any time I’m inside another whore. This soaking wet, deliciously tight little cunt. Those big eyes rolled back in your head, the way your voice breaks when you scream my name as you cum.”
She arched her back, terrified that she wasn’t going to be able to keep quiet.
“Looks like we have an audience, Sis,” he whispered. He pulled her hard against his chest and pressed his chin against the side of her face to turn her head.
She grinned as her eyes met the gaze of one of the strangers. His mouth dropped open as she smiled at him. She licked her lips and arched her back as the man watched her. Her mouth dropped open in a nearly silent gasp as Cassius’ thumb pressed against her clit as he finger-fucked her. She kept her eyes locked on the man, her body shaking against her brother’s chest, and she couldn’t stop the gasp as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
His lips pressed against her ear. “That’s it, I know you wanna scream Cal. Do it. Scream for me, my love. Show them how hard you cum for me.”
She sucked in a relieved breath, and pushed her back against his so she could arch her back up to meet his fingers. She moaned as he shoved his fingers deeper inside her, spreading them open and closed as drove them deep inside her. Her second moan was louder, and a few of them men stopped their horses in their tracks to glance back at her. She laughed as she saw the surprise -and lust- on their faces.
Cassius stopped his horse as well, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. The fingers of one hand pounded in her cunt as he worked at her round little clit with the other. She whimpered, watching the men watch her as her brother brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She gritted her teeth and hissed his name as her titght little thighs started to tremble.
“Oh, Cassius.” She whispered in between loud, frantic cries. His fingers worked her clit in furious, expert strokes as his fingers pounded harder and harder until her body bucked against him, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she came screaming around his fingers. His breathing was hard, shallow, and hot against her neck as she came screaming his name in the middle of the clearing as their brothers and the strangers looked on. He pumped his fingers inside her, just a few thrusts after her orgasm subsides, and then he pulled his fingers out of the blanket that surrounded him and shoved them in her mouth.
A few of the men’s mouths dropped open as she sucked her own cum greedily off her brother’s fingers.
One of them men looked up at Cassius, confusion on his face. “I thought you said that was your sister.”
All of her brothers laughed.
Cass flashed him a crooked, satisfied grin. “She is.”
Cassius snapped the reins of his horse and they trotted off in front of the men. As they passed them, Callia heard one mumble, “Wish I had a sister like that.”
They rode ahead of the men, and She peered behind her as Cassius turned down a different path than the rest of the group. They rode for a moment down a desolate path and pulled up in front of a small home. Behind it stood a barn or stable, and off in the distance there was smoke and the sound of a hammer clanging against metal rising from another building.
“I thought we were going to the market.”
He kissed her neck. “We are, but I have something I need to do first.”
“Who are we here to see?” She asked her brother, puzzled.
“Not we, Little Sis. You.” A slow smile spread across his face. “I have an errand to run, and I need you somewhere safe. The man inside is a friend of mine. When I get back, I expect to see that you’ve been a very gracious guest.”
She bit her lip to hide her excitement. “I’m to please him, then?”
He pressed her body against the side of the house. His lips brushed softly against her neck. “Yes, Callie. You’re to please him. And when I return, I expect to see his cum covering that pretty little face. I don’t care how long I’m gone, you leave it there so I know you were a good girl.”
She arched her back and pressed her hips against his. His cock was pressing hard against her and she grinned up at him. “Is he expecting me?”
Cassius shook his head. “No. But I have no doubt you’ll manage to persuade him to let you stay. If you need to, tell him I sent you. His name is Albus.”
He bit at her bottom lip, and then mounted his horse. He glanced back at her as he rode off and took a deep breath before heading for the hammering sound she heard in the distance.
The old man looked up as she entered the stable. He didn’t wear a toga, or even a tunic, but strange trousers like the barbarians she’d seen in her father’s paintings and scrolls. He was shirtless, and built exceedingly well for a man who’d probably gone completely gray at least ten years ago. She could see the faint gleam of sweat on his skin as he threw down his hammer and tilted his head at her.
“You lost, child?”
Nerves pooled in her stomach and she smiled up at him. “Are you Albus?”
He frowned suspiciously. “Whose asking?”
She slipped past the doorway and studied the table he was working at. “My brother sent me. Cassius. He said-”
“I know more than one Cassius, girl. Be specific.”
She hesitated. “Um. Lykos is our father.”
“Ahhh,” he laughed and winked at her. “You’re the little whore. Ca.. Cal..?”
“Callia.” She nodded to him politely.
“Yes. Callia.” He stepped over towards her and circled her slowly like he was examining a statue. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you? And why did Cassius send you to alone to see some old man?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed and feigned innocence. “He said you’d look after me.”
“Is that all he said?”
She bit her lip and grinned at him as she shook her head. “He told me to be a gracious guest.”
He smiled and she could see the lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He stepped closer to her slowly, as if he expected her to shy away. She stood her ground as he stroked her face with the backs of his knuckles and inhaled a soft breath as he cupped one of her tits with the other hand.
“And just how gracious to you intend to be?”
She ran her tongue over her top lip as she reached out to stroke his cock through his his clothes. She giggled as she felt him already growing hard.
He laughed as his hand covered hers and pressed her palm harder against his cock. His other hand was at her waist, and he loosened her belt. He ripped her peplos over her head and she sighed in relief, she’d wanted rid of that damn thing all day. She reached for his pants but he slapped her hands away.
“Stand back. Let an old man look at you for a minute, child.”
She laughed as she backed away, and tossed her hair behind her shoulders. She traced her fingernails lightly over her breasts as he studied her body. He stepped forward and massaged one of her tits with his fingertips, flicked at her nipple as his other hand moved lower to cup her little cunt. She purred up at him as the tip of one finger dipped slowly into her cunt. He exhaled a ragged breath as he prodded her wet little hole, just the tip of his finger sliding in and out.
“Get on your knees, baby. Put your mouth on it for a minute.”
She never took her eyes off his as she dropped to her knees. She watched him, enjoying the way the lids of his eyes lowered and his chest rose and fell sharply as she placed soft kisses on the head of his cock. She licked slowly, teasingly up the shaft before taking him in her mouth. He stroked her cheek softly as she swallowed his cock, her little cheeks hollowing as she fucked his cock slowly with her pretty little mouth.
“That’s such a good little whore, baby.” His fingers skimmed over her cheekbone. “You know I’m old enough to be your father. Does your Daddy know what a good little cocksucker you are?”
She giggled around him and then tightened her lips, so that when she pulled him out of her mouth, they both heard the loud ‘pop.’ She grinned up at him as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She flicked her tongue along the head and smiled up at him proudly.
“‘Course he does. Who do you think taught me?”
“Sucks her own fathers cock. I’ve never heard such a thing.” He let out a low laugh as he gathered the hair that had fallen in her face in his fist. He held her hair in his hand as he feigned shock. He arched his hips to shove his dick deeper in her throat. “Come on, then. Show me, Callia. Show me how you suck your daddy’s cock.”
She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then guided his cock swiftly down her throat. Her little cunt tightened, her clit throbbing as she felt his shaft stretch out her throat, felt the fullness of him inside her. He hissed as she pulled him out, just barely enough to take a breath and guided him back in. He pushed deeper every time she deep-throated his cock, fucking her face intently.
He breathed loudly as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it as she grazed her lips against his balls gently before she sucked him back in her mouth.
“That’s enough for now. It’s been too long since I saw this cock buried balls deep in a sweet little teenage cunt.” He fisted her hair and pulled her off his cock. He picked her up off the floor and sat her on top of a table that seemed to be the perfect height. She grinned up at him as she perched her ass on the edge and spread her legs wide open for him.
Albus grinned back at her. She liked him, and he could tell. He grinned as he stroked a finger up and down her soaking wet slit, from clit to hole. She rocked her hips against him as he teased her little pussy, moaning softly as he touched her. He took his cock in his fist, slapped it against her clit and laughed as he watched her writhe underneath him.
“Look at you.” He mused as he rested the head of his cock against her entrance. “Such a pretty little thing, so wet. So ready for some strange old man’s cock. Do you want me to fuck you, Callia?”
“Gods, yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips against him, trying to shove her cunt down on his cock. “I want to feel your big cock so deep inside me, Albus.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a strangled groan as he shoved himself inside her. She threw her head back as she felt the first stroke. That was one of her favorite parts of getting fucked; that first thrust of a brand new cock, the sound a man made the first time he drove inside her. His fingers traced the line of her bottom lip as he rested his cock so deep inside her. He pulled out and thrust deeper, slow powerful thrusts that made her clench her cunt tight around him. He slipped his thumb inside her mouth and she sucked greedily.
“Pretty little mouth on a pretty little whore. Does your father spill his cum inside those lips, Callia?”
She giggled as she stared up at him. He stroked his cock inside her, and it jerked as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his thumb. She nodded. “Sometimes he cums in my mouth. But sometimes he makes me lay back and open my mouth. He likes to see his cum all over my face. Will you cum on my face, Albus?”
His next thrust was so fast and so hard that she cried out and her little tits shook from the force.
“Do you want my cum on your face?”
It took her a minute to catch her breath, he was pounding her cunt now. Deep, fast thrusts that shook her entire body. He gripped her jaw in his hand and repeated his questions.
“Y-Yes, Albus.” She screamed out his name and felt his fingers tighten on her jaw and his cock throb in her cunt. She faked a sad little pout. “Cassius said I would be punished if he didn’t get to see your cum on my face.”
Albus wrapped his arms under hers, his fingers gripping her shoulders to pull her down harder on his thick cock. He leaned until is face was level with hers and she could watch his eyes while he fucked her.
“Now why would Cassius want to see his little sister’s face covered in my cum?” Again he faked a surprised confusion. “Don’t tell me you fuck him too, Callia. I mean, sucking your father’s cock is one thing. Are you really such a dirty little whore you fuck your own brother?”
She laughed, and her thighs trembled. Her little cunt was so fucking wet, and his cock felt so good inside her. She rocked her hips in slow circles as he pounded her pussy, and he murmured his encouragement.
“I have five brothers, Albus,” She told him with a sweet little grin. “They all fuck me. So does father.”
He laughed as she could see his face darken as he slammed his cock back inside her, his thrusts so hard and so fast now that she could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her.
“What bad girl you are Callia. A filthy, wet little slut.” He bit at her jaw and his fingers worked down her belly and lower to tease at her clit as he filled her cunt.
She nodded happily, in perfect agreement and gasped in disappointment as he yanked his cock out of her cunt.
“Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he laughed as he climbed on the table, straddled her chest, and guided his cock to her mouth. “I just want to see you taste your own own cunt.”
She could feel the weight of his body on top of her, and she rocked her hips up, fucking at empty air as he guided his cock between her lips. She licked her own juices off his shaft; she loved the way she tasted on his cock. He stroked her hair as he fucked her mouth slowly. Then he grabbed her under her arms and pulled her farther onto the surface of the table so that he could guide his cock back inside her. He knelt over her and gripped her ankles. He pulled them up in the air, forcing them out to his sides in a wide V as he slammed back inside her. He pulled them closer into his body and nibbled at her ankle as he rocked his hips to drive his cunt inside. She gripped at the sides of the table for leverage as she pushed her cunt back against him.
“Faster, please, Albus. Please, oh Gods, fuck my little cunt.”
He pushed her legs up to her chest as he obliged her, driving into her with hard, furious thrusts. His eyes were trained on her young little tits bouncing below him as he fucked her cunt.
“Yes,” she breathed as she felt her pussy start to tremble around him. Her voice was ragged, high pitched, breathless. “Gonna cum.. Feel your big cock inside my cunt when I cum around it.. Fuck my pussy while I cum for you.”
He literally growled at her as his strokes grew more powerful, hard enough to bruise her little pussy lips and she threw her head back, screaming for him. She squeezed her tits as she came, violently trembling against him as her cunt spasmed around his body. She moaned his name, begging for his cock harder even as the orgasm tore through her tight little body.
He pulled his cock out as soon as her shudders subsided, and slapped his cock against her overly sensitive little clit and laughed as he watched her gasp and arch beneath him.
“Open your mouth wide, baby, and I’ll make sure you get to taste a little.”
She giggled an excited ‘thank you’ before she opened wide.
“Ahhhh,” She vocalized as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he straddled her chest again and jerked his cock hard and fast with it pointed at her face.
He groaned and arched her back just before she felt the hot, thick cum his her face and tasted it in her mouth. He stroked just a few more times, and she kept her eyes open to watch his seed pump out of his cock and land on her face. She felt it on her nose, her cheek, her lips.
She let out a soft, satisfied little moan as she licked the salty cum off her lips. He sighed as he watched her.
When he’d stared at her cum covered face for a moment, he led her into his kitchen and served her what he claimed was his finest wine.
They talked at first about his life. Apparently he was the finest weapons-smith in Rome, which explained why Cassius was on such good terms with him. But the conversation quickly turned to her early training. He listened, engrossed, as she dazzled him with stories about her life: the dirty things she loved, the first load of cum she’d ever tasted, the men who paid her father to use her body. He sat back and stared intently at her through the first few stories, but it took a surprisingly short time for his cock to get hard again. He made her ride him slowly as she told him the story of the first time she’d ever taken a man’s cock in her little cunt.
By the time Cassius arrived, there was a second load of cum on her face to match the first.
*CASSIUS
He walked in the house without knocking, and there his little whore sat. She was sipping from a cup of wine, naked except for the dried cum on her sweet little face.
“So she wasn’t any trouble then?” Cass laughed as Albus stood to greet him.
His friend clapped him on the back. “If only I had tiny little teenage sluts showing up in my workshop more often. I’d be a much happier man.”
He slipped his hand around Callia’s throat as he studied her cum-stained face. “I see you were a good girl. Lot of cum, Callia. I’d say you made him cum more than once, didn’t you?”
She beamed as she nodded and he noticed a few stray drops of seed on her tits.
“If you ever bring her into the city again, and need someone to ‘look after her,’ I’d be happy to be of service, my friend.”
He didn’t take his eyes off Callia. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing between his legs. He’d intended to wait until they returned home, but why bother? He pulled her out of the chair by her hair, as she moaned as he spun her around to shove her over the table.
He traced a finger against her little hole. “He fucked you good, didn’t he, sis? Look at that little cunt.”
“Yes.” She pressed her hips back against him, and he pressed his middle finger against her tight, puckered little asshole. She gasped.
Albus moved over to lean against the doorway for a better view. “Can’t get enough, can she?”
“Never. She’s always ready.” Cass slid one finger slowly to her ass and his cock twitched as she moaned his name.
He tossed his sword on the table and stripped slowly, staring at his sister’s tight little body bent over the table. He slid a second finger into her ass, spreading them open as she stretched her out as much as he could. Her ass was tiny, always so fucking tight, and he was not a little man. He could stretch out her cunt enough to make her scream, and he rarely fucked her ass for that reason. But today her ass had not been used, and he wanted that hole to himself.
Her legs were already shaking as he slid just the head of her cock past the entrance of her ass. She was tiny, and he could see how far he had to stretch her to get it in. He inched in slowly, feeling her jerk around him as she struggled to relax her muscles. She whimpered in pain before he was even halfway in.
“Your clit, Callie.” He groaned as we warred with himself not to just force himself the rest of the way in in one quick stroke. Her ass was like a hot little vice, gripping his cock so tightly he could barely control himself. “Rub it, sis. Play with your little clit for me.”
He saw her nod, and her hand slid down her body, and she whimpered, and he felt her body spasm around his cock. Her muscles unclenched and this time she moaned as he inched himself farther in. He watched the swollen, rock hard shaft of his cock disappear into his sister’s ass, his balls already heavy. Her body clenched and unclenched around him as she toyed with her clit. He could hear her soft, sweet little moans, and the scream as he finally rested deep inside her. He fisted her hair as he eased out, and back in. Two, then three, then four slow thrusts as her body got used to his size. He head was turned toward the doorway, and when he glanced over, he saw Albus in the doorway, watching intently as he stroked his own cock.
He slapped his sisters ass and she gasped, part pain, part lust, part surprise.
“So fucking rude, Callia,” he chided. He heard her cry out as she slammed his cock back inside her. “Look at what you’ve done. And now you’re sitting here, watching him stroke a cock that you got hard, and you didn’t even offer to help him. Who trained you? I’m disappointed in you.”
He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her off the table with his cock still deep inside her ass.
“Pull up a chair,” he told his friend. “Her mouth’s empty.”
Albus pulled up a chair and sat down, still stroking his cock.
Cassius forced his sister’s head down in the man’s lap. “Now, show me that you remember how to be a good girl.”
He heard it when she took the man’s cock in her mouth; greedy, wet sucking sounds, and then a strangled moan. He gathered all of her hair into his fist and held it away from her face. He pounded her ass as she deep-throated the cock in front of her. He could feel her ass tighten hard around him every time she choked. Her screams were muffled by the cock in her throat, but he could hear them. He fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, the way her tiny ass stretched wide around his shaft. He slapped her ass, over and over, leaving deliciously red hand prints on her soft skin.
She was so fucking tight around him, gripping his cock like no other whore ever had. He gripped her hips as he pulled her hard against him, loving every scream as she came up for air. Her legs were trembling against him, her knees shaking together violently. Albus’ hand was on the back of her neck, pushing her down harder on his cock as his hips drove up to meet her face.
When Cassius slid on hand between her legs to run her clit, she was practically dripping wet against his fingers. The lips of her cunt were soaked, her juices spreading nearly to her thighs. She whimpered as she rocked against his hand and his cock and he felt every muscle in her body tighten and start to shake as he slid two fingers inside her cunt. Three perfectly timed thrusts of his fingers and cock later and he felt it when she shattered around him. Her ass tightened, released, tightened, released – it vibrated so fast, so tight around his cock that he couldn’t keep the slow even pace he’d been using. He slammed inside her, any thought for her comfort gone. He gripped her slight little hips, and drilled her. Violent thrusts, so fucking hard that he could hear her screaming as Albus’s cock filled her throat.
Albus slapped the table hard with his hand and sounded a sharp gasp. His hips arched up and he forced Callie’s head down hard. He felt -and heard- his little sister choke and sputter as the man pumped his cum deep inside her throat. Her ass tightened as she gagged, and her body shook – and that was all it took.
He slammed into her so hard that he body moved forward a few inches. The legs of Albus’ chair scratched backward against the floor as he pumped his little sister’s ass full of cum. He dug his fingernails into her hips, grinding deep into her body as his balls emptied and her little hole filled with his seed.
The other man pulled his cock out of her throat, just before he pulled his cock out of her ass. She gasped for air, and Cassius helped her sink gently to her knees. She swayed like she was dizzy, and she grinned up at him, dried cum all over her pretty face and fresh cum and saliva on one side of her mouth and chin.
She looked dazed, but perfectly content. Satisfied.
He fucking loved her.
She kneeled on the floor, swaying slightly as he washed them cum off her face and tits and rocked on the balls of her feet as he helped her dress. He made a mess of it.
When she’d left their home this morning, her dress was ugly and modest, but perfectly draped and tied. Her hair had been perfectly arranged.. and she’s looked like a beautiful little noble girl.
Now her garment was sloppy, tied improperly, and her hair looked.. Well, it looked like she’d just been fucked – hard. Her eyes were sleepy and sated, her lips red and swollen.
When she’d left their home she’d looked like a beautiful little noble girl. Now she looked like a perfect little whore. It suited her much better, in his opinion. She looked far more beautiful to him like this – because this was who she truly was. And he loved who she was.
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