“I enjoy watching tears pouring out of your eyes, bitch. I love to make girls cry, especially young, thin, attractive girls who think they are superior to men. What does your ass tell you about who is superior now, whore?”
Ssswish… THWACK!
“Oowwwuuuuuuggggh!”
“It feels like he is peeling the skin off my poor bottom. I could never have believed whipping could hurt so bad… I wish I had never worn tight clothes in my life… Maybe this sick bastard would not have picked me. Fuck! Help!”
“You have never been like this for a man before, have you, cunt! Totally exposed, entirely helpless, completely at his mercy! I bet that you have never even tasted cum, have you? Tease that you are, I bet you made men spurt their goo into your hand. Well, now you are with a man who doesn’t allow a slut to set the limits, a real man who does with sluts what his dick wants done… and all men, in their hearts, want to punish women.”
“Now I’ve got some nice, warm tit flesh and ass flesh to play with!”
Olivia felt Sanchez grab on to the burning skin of one of her big breasts. Even a touch would have been painful, but Sanchez squeezed his fingers into her skin – and he had just beaten her boobs so hard.
“Owww…”
Sanchez palmed the sore flesh of Madison’s bottom, and rested his large thumb comfortably between the lips of her pussy as if he owned it. As bad as it was to have the man look at her naked, spread puss, it was ten times worse to feel him touching it.
“Oh, yes! Look at this fuck flesh, all for me and all mine! I OWN you two cunts. I own that smooth skin of yours, I own those precious, high-riding titties of yours, I own your firm thighs, and I own your round asses.
“I own your obedience! I own your pain, your fears, your screams, your tears.”
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I enjoy watching tears pouring out of your eyes, bitch
Women degraded by whips
Praetor Carvonus ran his fingers along the red welts blooming on his Dacian slave’s tiny tits, pinching and scratching them to make the girl’s tiny frame shudder on the cross. Decebalus’s Dacian army had been utterly crushed, and the fine women they had captured were now the spoils of war.
A few feet away a gorgeous blonde woman was struggling to walk as she was forced to hold the heavy wooden pole across her slender shoulders and two centurions whipped at her bare ass.
“Faster honey, I want you lathered up like a horse when I bust your cunt with my cock!” One of the centurions laughed.
“Please, let me fuck you now! I can’t hold this! PLEASE!” She whimpered.
Carvonus smiled, and forced two fingers into his slave’s dry cunt, brutally forcing open her reluctant hole.
“Ngggghhh!” She whined.
The Roman expertly struck her right across her puffy red nipples, driving them back into her chest like hammered nails and watching them rebound, swelling with welts.
“NOOOOOOO!”
The two Romans began alternating their strokes, first across her abused cunt, then across her tits and back and forth it went. Never giving her time to recover, striking her while she was still screaming from the earlier blow. Soon her tits and pussy were completely covered in welts.
“Open up whore, it’s time to swallow some Roman cock. My friend is going to keep whipping your filthy slit until I cum, and if you dare bite me, I’ll have him burn off your clit. Understand?”
The soldier didn’t even wait for her to reply, instead shoving himself balls deep in her throat and groaning with pleasure as she screamed around his cock…
I bet that makes you feel special
“Over here, close to your hot girlfriend. Let’s go, whore, on your knees where you belong! That’s right, spread those knees apart. Give red a nice view of your clam while you get a look at hers.
“I’ve got to admit, with all those workouts at the gym, you have turned your bodies into fine-looking pieces of fuck flesh – you have given yourselves flat bellies, firm thighs, and round asses to go along with cute faces and fat jugs.
“You’re gonna get the chance now to do what you were made for: straightening out men’s dicks and draining men’s balls! I’ve got a buyer for a very special video you cunts are going to help me make. With these cameras, I’m going to record the steamy lez session you girls are about to perform.
“Blondie chose you to be her lover, red. I bet that makes you feel special.”
What is this crazy old fuck talking about! I’m not a lesbian! Does Olivia think I am a dyke? I only kiss other girls to tease guys – I would never actually do another girl!
I’ve got to get out of here!
Olivia watched in horror as the leather snaked backward along the floor away from her. She tried to cringe, but discovered that the way her arms had been tied behind her caused her breasts to thrust outward and there was no ducking or covering them. The heavy pink globes of the helpless girl’s flesh jutted out to meet the first savage stroke of the whip.
“Gaaieehh!”
The blonde screamed into her gag as the crack of the whip sent pain ripping through the meat of both breasts. She stiffened in shock at the force of the blow.
With clear lust in his face and a rigid cock, the man stared at Olivia’s tits as his arm moved backwards again. Then the tip of the leather was whistling forward to snap on the bound girl’s naked skin. Now Olivia bucked, rocking back off her knees before her restraints settled her right back into her place.
“Oaaaaiieee!”
Stop! No, stop!
He’s whipping Olivia! No!
Show me your ass and shit-hole again
The Governor reclined on his couch and contemplated his new Hibernian slave. Her original name was Fedlimid, but no one remembered that. The Governor had renamed her Cula, from the Latin culus or ass. It was the girl’s buttocks that had impressed him when he first saw her in the slave market…
It was only the slave’s second week in his household. She came untrained, as he had ordered. The training sessions were interesting, the Governor always thought. Why would anyone want to miss them and give the trainer all the fun?
Training in the second week included a severe flogging session every lunch-time.
The girl was stripped and tied to a flogging cart, which was wheeled into the atrium or central patio before lunch.
The session began with a painful whipping of her back, especially the buttocks. This was always performed by the Governor’s chief slave.
The whole household was expected to gather to watch the flogging, during which the girl screamed and begged for mercy.
In the second part of the session the Governor’s aged counselor conducted a brief conversation with the girl. His intention was to turn the slave’s private life into a public life.
On this occasion the subject was masturbation.
Decimus Dresus contemplated the slave’s shapely buttocks and was intrigued. He liked the deep dark crack in them too…
“Show me your ass,” he ordered. “Hold your cheeks apart and show me where a woman’s turds come from.”
Anna the Briton obeyed, showing him her wrinkly anus, still virgin…
“Turn round. Stick your tits out.”
The girl obeyed, arching her back…
“Pull your sex lips apart!”
Anna glanced nervously at the slave dealer, who nodded. She pulled her lips apart and showed him the soft gentle pink of her lips… He licked his own lips unconsciously…
Anna hoped he would buy her. She had not asked to be a slave, but she was a slave, and there were probably worse Masters than this one. At least he was young. And he did not look like a brothel owner, which was what she dreaded most.
Decimus Dresus had inherited his money from his father, a merchant who dealt in garum, a salty sauce made from the entrails of fish. Patricians used it to spice up their meals, partly because they considered it an aphrodisiac. Decimus thought this was nonsense. What made the meals aphrodisiac, he thought, was the way they were served by naked-breasted slave girls who later in the meal offered you figs and dates from their naked cunt lips and who were stripped completely naked and flogged and fucked after the meal… But the garum made a lot of money for his father, and the money gave him all the tits and cunts and asses he could dream of, which was a lot of tits and cunts and asses, so he had nothing against it…
Decimus realized that he had an aching hard-on that was bothering him and he took it out and began fondling it…
