The Slave Girl races down to the harbour with her new master only to be stopped by the Harbour Master and then taken by his wife. With her man gone, she is forced to sexually perform for the two before enacting her revenge.
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You and your lover are on the run. It’s been a long day and even a longer night. Less than 24 hours ago you were purchased in a slave market by a disgusting Roman Senator and literally tied to his bedpost until you met me, A Byzantine Nobleman who took you as his own after the Senator passed out drunk. I forced you to willingly give yourself to me, and you did. Now we are both attempting to escape to the harbor and board my ship before the Senator wakes up and finds you are gone.
It’s four in the morning, but it’s also Spring and the sun comes up early, there’s a faint blue glow on the horizon that will take its time turning to pink.
The Senator’s house is on a hill so it’s a run straight down to the water. My ship and crew can be seen in the distance as we approach the harbor area. Suddenly the road narrows into a lane and an official-looking man steps forward holding up his hand.
“Halt Citizen!’ He says. “I am Drusus the Harbour Master and Customs officer. I shall only delay you a moment.”
We both notice the man is looking behind us. We look back and see a flashing lamp from the hill where the senator’s mansion sits. It’s a coded message.
“What is the meaning of this!” I say. “That is MY ship ahead of us and I mean to sail her out before dawn.”
“You may be delayed Sir,” says Drusus. He lifts his hand referring to the coded signal. The Senator has been found dead and I have been ordered not to let anyone sail until they are cleared. You say this is YOUR ship?” the customs man asks.
“Yes, it is,” I explain. “I am Count Alexias of the Byzantine Empire.”
At that moment, another figure appears. A handsome woman in her 40s, dressed in a silk gown. She has likely just woken up and you realize you can see through her silk in the torchlight. She looks at you with a cruel but predatory gaze as you realize your own clothes are likely see-through as well.
The Custom’s officer introduces her. “This is my wife Livia. I am sorry Count Alexias, they would like to see you up at the mansion before you leave. Considering the circumstances, you must understand.
Follow me I will take you there. Your woman can wait here with my wife.”
I can see you don’t want me to leave, but I agree with Drusus and feel you’re safer here. After all, you are recently freed from the Senator’s house and if we go back they may try to claim you.
“Come, Dear,” says Livia the customs mistress, “We will make you comfortable.” The woman takes your arm in a somewhat forceful manner. The back of her hands rubs up against your breast in a way that seems deliberate. Her chestnut hair, slim waist curvy hips, and breasts form a somewhat pleasing combination despite her age, but there’s something about the way she looks at you with that cruel face that makes your skin crawl.
“You’re a pretty young lady,” she says. “Before I met Drusus, I taught young girls the manner of the house. You remind me of one of my favorite students.”
She takes you into her residence which smells of the burning lamps of olive oil. “You look tired dear. Why don’t you relax on the bed until your man comes back.”
You are tired, and the way Livia walks with you angles you towards the bed and practically forces you to get on it. As you go to lay down, her hand reaches out to touch your breast again. This time it is definitely intentional.
You feel like you should be on guard but the events of the day have overwhelmed you with fatigue. The day has been exhausting and the bed IS comfortable.
You begin to dream about me. My hands are all over your body. I’m caressing you but not my normal way. I seem more aggressive somehow, without the warmth of care or kindness. Regardless, you find yourself aroused by the intimate touching. The hands gripping your breasts and then sliding between your legs, grabbing your ass cheeks and then stroking your pussy. You feel the fingers go in. You’re still very wet, but this aggressive action brings a twinge of discomfort. You open your eyes, see the orange reflections from the lamps against the walls and remember where you are.
You begin to move but realize you can’t. Your wrists are now tied to the head of the bed frame and your legs, spread wide, are also tied up. The fingers in your pussy have curled slightly and are now hitting your G-spot as the strokes get harder. You look up to find the face of Livia in front of you. You see she has wild cruel eyes as she pounds her fingers inside you. You’re now both completely naked and you watch her breasts shake with each thrust.
“What…. What are you doing?” You ask.
“What does it look like?” She replies. “I’m making you my slut.”
“Stop it,” you moan, your mind is so tired, you don’t really know what to say. Your body is reacting to the stimulation and you feel you may even orgasm. You hate the idea of giving in to her no matter how good it feels. All you can hear yourself say is….. “I don’t like you,”
“What does LIKE have to do with it?” she says, continuing her assault on your g-spot. “You are a pretty young lady with spirit and pride. I hate you, and I’m going to break you like a horse. Within a few days, you’ll willingly do anything I say. You’ll serve me and please both me and my husband. After all, you are a slave and that’s how you’ll be treated. I saw you sold at the market today.”
“I will not yield to you,” you hear yourself say. “And my man will kill you for….” You’re so tired you can’t finish your sentence. You only have the energy to concentrate on one thing and that’s your building orgasm.
Livia can feel it building and she moves her upper body closer to yours and commands you to open your eyes. You can see her looking down at you as she continues ravaging your vagina, Her green eyes seem to pierce your soul in the darkness as her sizeable breasts bounce in your face. The fatigue makes you relaxed in a way you likely wouldn’t be. It’s a nice feeling in a way if it wasn’t happening like this. But it is.
“Give it up Slave Girl!” she says. “Give up your pride. I know you hate me but I’m going to make you climax just the same. She moves the knuckle of her thumb just slightly now to add more clitoral stimulation to the mix. The wave builds quickly as you feel your last bit of energy thrusting your hips into her hand as your throat makes a near-silent gasp that’s as oddly deafening in its muteness. You ride the woman’s hand as you cum and cum again.
In fact, you are ready to go for more, but Livia jerks her hand out suddenly and screams, “That’s all the pleasure for you. I just wanted to show you I can make you do anything. Taste what I’ve done!”
She smears your mouth with her gooey and hand sticks your fingers between your lips. “Taste your own desire for me. Taste it.” You do and you take in the flavor of your vagina, myself, and the taste of fear.
She suddenly pulls her hand out of your mouth as aggressively as it was jammed in. You watch this wild, angry woman stare into your eyes as SHE licks your fingers now. Hurriedly, obsessively. Then she says, “Just as I thought,” she says. “You were with your man tonight. I can taste him on my fingers. She tilts away from your face and you feel her palms spread your pussy out as she slides her tongue deep within your folds tasting your most intimate juices.
“Now your man is mine too. She says appearing in your vision, her chin drenched in your wetness. I bet you never thought another woman would be tasting your man tonight, did you?”
With your orgasm done, you’re even weaker than before. Your adrenaline buzzes to protect you, but between fatigue and the relaxing effect of the orgasm you just feel numb to the nightmare.
You try to speak a threat. “My Master…”
“Your Master is Dead!” You hear a deep voice from the other side of the room. It is Drusus. “They suspect him of killing the Senator. He will be tried at dawn and then executed.”
You feel like you should cry, but you don’t. Perhaps you can’t. It’s hard to be sure this is even real.
You hear Livia as she gets up to meet her husband. “I’ve taken the first step to make this slave girl ours,” you hear her say. Lifting an eye open you see her give him a big open mouth kiss, sharing your taste and flavor with this Roman Official.
The sight seems disgusting although part of you admires their raw sexuality. Your admiration will be tested soon, however. You notice Livia whisper to Drusus then stride towards the bed, breasts bouncing she kneels with her legs on either side of your chest looking at Drusus. You see her beautiful ass and pussy right above your face before it comes down on top of you.
“Now is the time to pleasure me Slave Girl,” you can hear her shriek as she sits on your face.
She rides it hard, and you concentrate on just trying to breathe. Her pussy is swollen and wet, like a piece of overripe fruit splitting open and sharing its juices with the world. You think about biting her, but her furious pace makes it impossible.
As she bounces on your face you feel the end of the bed sink slightly. It must be Drusus. You feel pressure against your pussy and he slides his manhood inside you. Thanks to your orgasm earlier you’re still wet and able to take his aggressive advance. Between his furious thrusts and the throbbing of his rock-like cock inside you, you feel he’s already gearing up for the climax.
For a moment you picture the scene as if from above, Livia’s curvy and mature frame bouncing on your face, breasts swinging wildly while this strong Roman official violates your pussy and gets ready to cum inside you. As they both get into the same rhythm you feel the bed start to heave and strain underneath their combined thrusts. You worry if it breaks it will send Livia’s full weight down upon your face.
Without your sight you feel everything, somehow you can tell Livia is now teasing her clit getting ready for her climax while the groans from Drusus indicate he’s getting close to release. You picture them looking at each other as they get set to time their orgasm.
And when it comes you can feel it. Livia’s pussy presses down into your face as you feel her juices cascade down your cheeks and in your mouth. Her orgasmic cry is a cry of triumph, Triumph over you. Meanwhile, you feel the last short strokes as Drusus as he screams and unleashes a torrent of his essence inside you.
And then… stillness. The only sounds you hear are the sounds of Drusus and Livia kissing each other as they stay in position, dominating your entire body.
You suddenly realize that the shaking of the bed has released your hands. They’re no longer tied up. You don’t have a lot of mobility but you reach around furiously and touch what feels like a heavy grinding stone next to your hand. You feel Livia lean over slightly, giving you more leverage, and with all the might available in your exhausted frame, you bring the rock up to the back of her head.
There’s no scream, you simply feel her weight leave you as she falls to the floor with a loud thud. You see the face of Drusus in front of you, still between your legs, staring at the floor in confusion, wondering what’s going on. You bring the stone back up again this time throwing it at Dursus, hitting him between the eyes and knocking him backward unconscious on the floor.
Untieing your feet you scramble out of bed and see a knife on the table near the door. You grab it and wonder if you have the physical and emotional energy to finish them off. They’re both breathing but making no other movements at all. They’re unconscious.
Suddenly you hear a voice in the street calling for Drusus. It’s me. You grab your silk clothing come running outside to meet me and notice the sun is just beginning to rise.
You throw your arms around me and say. “Oh my God, I thought you were dead.”
“No beautiful one, although things did look grim until the Roman Counsel appeared and vouched for my character. We can go now. Where is Drusus?” I ask.
Your first thought is to tell me about your experience, then you decide against it. “Drusus and his wife have gone,” you reply.
“Wonderful!”, I say, taking your arm. “Let us go!”
You don’t budge. I look into your eyes – there’s something unsettling there I haven’t seen before. “You’re shaking!” I say.
“I’m exhausted,” you reply. “You forget, I was tied up for hours in the senator’s mansion.”
“Then what is it?” I ask.
You hear yourself say, “I want you to take me. Give me your seed. Now before we get on the ship.”
“You mean here outside?” I ask.
You think for a moment but can’t bear the thought of going back into the house and explaining the two bodies on the floor.
“Yes. Here. Now. Be quick. I need your seed. “
You bend over and brace against the house, your lovely heart-shaped ass in the air and your womanhood feeling the cool breeze wafting in from the harbor
You know I can’t resist and I enter your dripping pussy. You worry that I might notice that it’s too wet, but I don’t. All I can think of is how great you feel around my manhood.
As the sun rises you begin to hear the clip-clop of horses and the voices of people on the street, but you don’t care. You clothes your eyes and take my thrusts, knowing they will help you heal the mental scars from the past hour. You need more than the seed of Drusus in you. At least now, if you have a child – there will be a fighting chance it will be mine. As I fuck you, you do everything you can to milk my cock, as you rotate your hips, grip my head with your lips and follow my strokes. You want as big a load as possible inside you.
You hear a growl from my throat as you feel my balls bounce off your clit. I’m into short strokes and I’m getting close to cumming. You shout at me as you feel my cock throb, shooting my hot essence into you.
“Yes, yes, give it to me master. Give me your seed. All of it. Keep going…. I want my pussy to drain you…. Oh yes. When you’re done push deep inside me oh yes…. Hold yourself right there, Don’t move.”
I’m balls deep inside you know, squeezing out the last remnants of my essence. You reach around and grab my thigh keeping me from backing away.
I stay inside you this way for more than a minute as you take in the sounds and smells of the morning. Your eyes are still closed although you can feel the light getting brighter behind your lids. Finally, I slide out of you and as you stand up I embrace you from behind.
“You are insatiable, my beautiful one.” You hear me say. “I think we will get along very well.”
“Kiss me,” you reply.” And as you feel your hot lips against mine, you vow never to tell me the deep secret of what happened during our escape.
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