He had been fascinated by Maxima’s cunt, which responded immediately to the touch by producing a sweet-smelling oily secretion. The cunt-juice made his head spin, he said, and gave him a hard-on like the stone phallus that pointed the way to the whorehouse in the street. He was also fascinated by the girl’s noisy orgasms which seemed to get stronger and louder the more he whipped her ass and flogged her breasts with leather straps and canes.
Maxima had become the star turn at his dinner parties, where a special platform had been constructed for her. The platform was a kind of bed on very tall legs. Maxima was tied to it in different ways and guests sat underneath her. The height of the bed could be adjusted, and there were wide gaps in the wooden struts so that the guests could see her.
Maxima was tied in different ways and placed at different heights above the guests. If she lay on her front, her heavy breasts hung enticingly through two holes and swung over the table as if they had a life of their own. They could be slapped or caned at the guests’ discretion. Sometimes the guests covered them in meat juice and sucked them before they flogged them.
There was also a large hole in the bed immediately below Maxima’s cunt. Winners at dice games were allowed to masturbate her in any way they wished. They normally did this with fingers of fruit or tongues. The drunken and horny guests were fascinated by her shouts and by the way she squirted over them when she had an orgasm.
They called her Flavia now. She had been caught when her village on the south coast of Gaul was attacked by Arab pirates one night. She was later sold to a Roman slave trader. She knew nothing about her future life as a slave because enslaved women never came back to tell their story…
Flavia had been with her Marius, her Master, for a week now. During that week she had spent a lot of time working naked in the house all day, often in the kitchen. Marius was a bachelor and he wanted a slave who could cook.
Flavia had also spent a lot of time naked sucking her Master’s cock. He rarely beat her when she was working in the house, but every time she sucked his cock he slapped her with a horrible stick rod made of dry twisted leather. It cut into her and stung badly.
When he beat her, he sometimes spoke one word at a time and hit her to emphasize his words…
“Keep… sucking… bitch!” he said, with three blows on her buttocks. “And stop this light-fingered stuff!”
SLAAAAAAAAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!! YES, MASTER!”
SUCK! SUCK!
“I… want… to have… an orgasm, you stupid slut! Do… you… understand?”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!! Yes, Master!”
“If you just suck the end of my cock, we’ll be here all month. And three fingers are not going to help much either!”
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Roman Decadence. The Senator.
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.
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Sometimes captured women were exhibited on a special wooden frame on wheels, four at a time. The frame was appreciated by the largely drunken crowd because from wherever you sat in the Coliseum you got a good view of at least one naked slave. The frame was painful for all three girls, but for the girl on the front it was especially painful…
The unfortunate woman was tied so that her body was arched backwards, pushing her cunt out. Just below her cunt was a pole into which sharp pointed nails had been driven. The girl struggled against cramp and soon had difficulty holding her vagina above the nails. On a signal from the Emperor, the flogging began.
The flogging was performed with long swishy sticks. There were no rules about which part of the body should be punished because all parts were punished…
From time to time an official fingered the girls’ cunts and if he found one that was especially wet and juicy, he announced it to the crowd. The crowd would choose which of the girls would be penetrated at the end of the flogging sessions.
The girl on the nails was usually a feisty warrior from some Gallic tribe. When the flogging stopped for the other girls, it continued for her. At least two men worked on her breasts with cats o’nine-tails.
With the new influx of slaves after the Gallic War, whorehouses found it easier to change girls more frequently. It was one of the worst fates for captured women. They knew that they would be used day and night because new women were always the most popular in brothels.
Antonius was a brothel owner and an experienced slave trainer. He wanted to work fast this time to get the girls into his brothel as soon as possible.
He subjected them to merciless sessions of physical abuse, so intense that he had to let the girls rest for a few minutes from time to time because he was afraid of doing them permanent damage.
He watched as one of the girls tried to keep her vagina off the sharp edge of a marble block. He brought his riding crop down from time to time with no warning, to ensure that the girl would move and feel the sharp edge of her clitoris.
“Say, I’m a slut!” he ordered.
“I’m a slut! I’m a slut! Don’t hit me please! Take me off here! I’ll do everything you say!”
I think I’ll shove it right through your nipple
“I just love hurting these fat mammaries of yours. Just look at the way they quiver and jiggle when I prod them with this wooden spike. Normally I shove these under a prisoner’s fingernails, but for you my dear, I think I’ll shove it right through your nipple. Yeah, I bet it’s really going to hurt. You’ll have to let me know how it feels once you’ve stopped screaming.”
“You had your chance to be a favored concubine, but now you’re lower than the lowest slut slave of my villa! You’re not fit to fuck dogs or pigs, my little whore! I’ll take my revenge out of your pretty, white skin before I fuck you raw and bloody!”
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“Don’t move your arms or I’ll go fishing with that hook on the wall and I’ll use sex lips for bait. D’you like rubber on your clit? Can you feel my bra on your nipple?”
“P-please, nooooo! Don’t touch me there. I’m not like this… please!”
“Mr Myers wants to me to find out all about you. He says I can take my time about it… I’m gonna shave you first though. He doesn’t like whores who try to hide their cunts!”
“Please, Master, this slave will do all you command! Please, don’t punish me!”
“I’ve been barbequing your wet cunt ever since you arrived, and you still haven’t learnt! Your body belongs to your Master and to no one else, right?”
