The Senator got through a lot of slaves. He bought them in pairs and when he grew tired of them he sold them in pairs.
The Arab slave traders knew the Senator and his rituals well. The girls had to have different color hair. On this occasion, they had brought him a blonde and a redhead. They sent the redhead in naked and she squatted at his feet with her feet and wrists bound. The Senator grabbed her by the hair and waited for the blonde. If he liked her, he would pull the redhead onto his erect cock and let her suck him and pump him with both hands while he questioned the blonde.
The blonde came in shyly…
“Stand with your feet wide apart and hold your sex lips open!” the Senator ordered. The girl obeyed, pulling her lips apart. The Senator grunted his approval. She was wet. The Arabs had made sure of that by licking her cunt. They also rubbed her clitoris and put their fingers up her vagina to bring down more juice…
“Are you a virgin, slave?” the Senator asked.
“In my ass, Sir.” The Senator looked at the Arabs, who nodded.
The Senator pushed the redhead aside. “Take her away and flog her,” he said to his son, pointing to the redhead. The son led her to an adjacent room, where with the help of two slaves he suspended her upside down with her legs stretched apart, leaving her vagina wide open and defenseless. He flogged the girl brutally on her cunt and tits with a leather strap, and then fucked her mouth until he shot off and filled it with spunk.
In the early Second Century, the Emperor Hadrian passed laws which made it illegal to kill a slave or sell a slave as a prostitute without first going through the courts. Many people found this difficult to believe as there was no difference in their minds between slaves and other kinds of property.
In practice, the new law brought more work for magistrates, who already had the legal obligation to torture slaves because it was supposed that slaves would not testify against their Masters. They would be afraid of being flogged by them. Under torture, the law argued, slaves would tell the truth. Dura lex, sed lex. A hard law, but the law.
On this occasion the magistrates Pius Severus Varus and Gratianus Superbus were hearing the case of a rich woman named Antonia who claimed that the three girls were no use in the house and would be better in a brothel.
They could not cook or clean, she said, and since her husband’s death in Britannia they had become lazy and rebellious. The three of them had attacked her when they were cleaning her by scraping oil off her body. They had scratched her breasts, she said. She could not handle them alone and wanted to sell them to a friend who owned a brothel in Porta.
It was the kind of case that the magistrates and the clerks of court enjoyed. Antonia’s maid removed her Mistress’s robe and the men examined her breasts for signs of violence. They found only insignificant little scratches.
“They scratched the inside of my lips too,” she said. “The lips of my vagina,” she added, unnecessarily. The magistrates and the clerks all examined her cunt lips. They found no scratches, just a wet vagina. “Some of the oil got into your lips,” said the chief magistrate with a smile. Antonia smiled back. She sucked in air as the magistrate fingered her clitoris…
He then ordered the clerks of court to torture two of the three girls. The third, who he found exceptionally pretty, was ordered to strip off and stand near them.
The clerks flogged the two slaves with long leather straps, hitting them hard on the buttocks and breasts. Then they hit the soles of their feet with canes until the girls screamed for mercy.
Archive for February 29, 2016
At any given time there are thousands of cargo ships crossing the world’s oceans, delivering cars, electronics, food and countless other commodities. One ship, however, carries a very different kind of cargo: sex slaves. Affectionately known as the Slave Barge to its crew, the ship looks like any other cargo vessel on the outside, but on the inside it’s a paradise for the crew…and a nightmare for the cargo it carries. The holds of the Slave Barge are a series of prison cells and dungeons, all designed to quickly break and train the new girls that come aboard.
The girls that have the misfortune of ending up on this god forsaken ship start out as beautiful, independent and strong young women. But once they descend into the bowels of the Slave Barge…
They’re just Cargo.
Betty was so cold she could no long feel the biting arctic wind sweeping across her bare tits. A few hours ago she’d been a normal college student going to her first off-campus party in the warehouse district. That’s when this nightmare had started, when she’d been grabbed by a pair of sailors and locked away in one of the abandoned warehouses.
“Ughhh, for such a fat-titted cow you sure have a tight pussy!” Her captor had taunted her as he rammed his cockmeat in her dry, resisting vagina.
“Flip her over, I want to take her ass!” The other sailor said.
“NNIIEEARRGGHHH! PLEASE! TAKE IT OUTTTTT!” She’d screamed as the dry fucking of their cocks began stretching and tearing her delicate holes. Of course her screaming only made them fuck her harder, fucking her in a brutal rhythm that never gave either hole a chance to adjust to the massive invaders tearing them open.
Why are my legs… spread so wide! I’m fucking folded up!
What the fuck! I’m naked! I’m naked! Why the fuck am I not wearing clothes! Why the hell is my pussy spread open in front of my face?
“Uugggh! Hegghh mheeughh!”
I’ve got something in my mouth! A gag! I’m gagged and tied up… and naked!
I… I have been kidnapped! No! Fucking, no!
“Oghh! Ooghh! Egghh ee ooggh!”
Please, don’t let this be happening. I can’t be tied up and naked!
I can see my tits and pussy and I’m spread wide! No!
Unblinking eyes stared at pretty Madison’s young, nude, and restrained body as she struggled. Digital electronics recorded how the cold air had made the girl’s nipples hard. As her thighs trembled, Madison’s splayed pussy lips were on display for a camera lens. While her wrists tugged fiercely at the leather shackles attached to steel rings anchored to the floor, a camera looked on. The captive girl pushed with her legs against the restraints around her thighs… and the effort caused her anus to pucker. Every humiliating detail was video recorded.
“Hey, chief,” Sam said into his phone out in the alley.
“What can I do for you, perp?” the blonde cop asked. He had Kim by the hair, sitting, her back to his front, on his lap.
Her great tits were flouncing out of a red, low-cut, skin-tight minidress she had been forced into, and her mouth invaded and mashed by a padded prod gag. He pulled her tremblingly down onto his cock again as he finished his sentence. “More miscreants to be taught the error of their ways?”
“Yeah,” Sam drawled. “Got another one for ya.” He thought of Coral, naked, getting brutally humped back in the car with Sean, her mouth and eyes sealed with industrial tape, her wrists and elbows strapped behind her. That image was crowded alongside a comatose Caitlin, white lace stretched across her smeared torso, her ankles cinched to her thighs.
Seth had her on her gagged face on the broom closet floor, fucking her up the ass as her pinioned arms were crushed between them.
“Okay,” said the special squad chief, gripping Kim’s left tit. “We’ll take care of it.” He automatically recorded the relevant info and location as he finished ejaculating into the weeping Asian. “Hey guys,” he called, “wrap it up. We got work to do.”
His fellow special squanders looked up from where they were fucking Amy and Rebecca.
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