The Roman Slave Girl Page 3

  Rufo's outrage increased and, when he brought his hand down again, his eyes were bulging and his face was red with anger. His heavy palm met Innocenti's buttocks - blotched red from the first blow - with an even louder smack and she fell forward, wriggling to avoid another and struggling to stem the burning pain that now enveloped her. She stretched out her arms and pulled up her knees in a frantic effort to get away. Caristia looked between Innocenti's sprawling legs and saw, at the top of her now outspread thighs, the fine neat crack of her cunt and the hint of the light pinkness at its centre. The sight of it sent a thrill through Caristia's hips and she squirmed, without thinking, and pressed both hands between her legs and against her own wet cunt.

  'She is a weak one indeed,' taunted Fronto. 'But even so, she has the strength to escape you. She will wriggle away like an eel, my friend, unless you catch her and make her secure.'

  Fronto made a grab for Innocenti and caught hold of her ankle but she clawed at the floor, grabbing the leg of a low table and straining to get away. As all the guests roared with laughter Fronto's patience snapped.

  'Magnus! Magnus! Take hold of this wretch. Bend her over your back so I can give her the thrashing she deserves.'

  Magnus grabbed the writhing Innocenti as she kicked at Rufo to try and shake him off. He picked her up like a leaf, bent her slightly forward and in one deft movement pulled her over his back, holding each of her arms down tightly over his shoulders so that her body hung, face-forward and secure.

  'Well horsed!' shouted Fronto enthusiastically. 'Now we shall see who the master is! Rufo or the little eel!' Rufo, still flustered, grabbed a tightly bound bunch of sticks that hung near the entrance. 'You choose the fasces, Rufo!' exclaimed Fronto excitedly. 'Good! Good!'

  Innocenti looked back to see what was happening. Her face was filled with fear and tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Caristia felt a penetrating wave of excitement spread through her as she witnessed the young girl's plight. It travelled from her hips into her chest, tightening her already hardened nipples and squeezing her throat as if it were a hand. She inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and dropped herself onto them forcibly.

  'Hold her tight Magnus!' shouted Rufo as he raised the bundle of sticks behind his head. 'Tight!'

  Magnus pulled Innocenti's arms down hard against his massive chest and, as she gasped for breath and threw her head from side to side, Rufo brought the fasces down across her stretched buttocks. She screamed and strained back against Magnus's unbreakable grip as a heavy red blotch with spiky edges appeared on her left buttock. Caristia felt moisture running on the soft edges of her swollen cunt and let her jaw drop as she pressed her fingers deeper.

  Magnus pulled harder on Innocenti's arms and Rufo brought the fasces down again. It landed with a heavy smack and Innocenti gasped and twisted in a frenzy as her right buttock was reddened like the other. Again Rufo brought the bundle of canes down, deepening the redness and accentuating the lines that spread out onto Innocenti's hips. Again he brought it down, and again, each time seeking out fresh pale flesh and reddening the tops of her thighs and her back as if she had been scorched. Each blow was harder and each time Innocenti threw herself into a violent, writhing fit, but her cries for mercy were hopeless, there was no escape and the punishment was relentless. She screamed as she was filled with nothing but pain and gradually, as the blows continued, she weakened and hung loosely on Magnus's back.

  Caristia could not keep her eyes from the red-smeared body of the suffering girl. Each blow thrilled her, each resounding smack of the bundle of canes made her drive her fingers deeper, and each screech, or shrieking gasp of breath heightened her excitement and brought her closer to the delight of a desperately craved final ecstasy. She looked at Fronto as he leant forward and clapped his hands with approval, and she stared between his bare legs at the shape of his fleshy genitals outlined beneath his short tunic.

  Finally Rufo stopped and Innocenti hung, barely conscious, against Magnus's back. She twitched but no longer squirmed to escape.

  'I think she has had her lesson,' announced Rufo, throwing the fasces to the floor and lifting a glass of wine to his dry mouth.

  'Hardly!' sneered Fronto. 'I thought you had only just started!' He waved towards Caristia. 'Here slave.' Caristia, knowing he saw what she was doing, swallowed hard and pulled her fingers from her aching cunt. She was unsure what to do and looked wide-eyed at Rufo for instructions. He nodded his assent and she walked towards Fronto. 'Now this is a pretty one I grant you, Rufo.' He grabbed her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples. 'And she has been pleasuring herself, I think.' He squeezed her nipples again and she gasped with the thrill of his harsh touch. 'Now girl, stand here.'

  He ordered Magnus to drop Innocenti and she slid from his back like an unwanted load. She crouched on her knees and looked beseechingly with tear-filled eyes at her master, but he ignored her. There was a moment of silence, as if the wretched girl would be saved, but suddenly she twisted around sharply as Fronto grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to Caristia. He lifted Caristia's tunic up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She felt a wave of delight run through her body as her nakedness was exposed to everyone and she moved her legs slightly apart to ease the growing heat in her cunt. Fronto ripped Innocenti's tunic down and kicked it aside dismissively. She was still shaking with the pain of the thrashing and her mouth was trembling. She pushed her hands between her legs in a pathetic attempt to cover herself, but she was shaking so much she could not keep them in place. Fronto made Caristia and Innocenti stand back to back. He linked their arms together at the elbows then, with the assistance of one of the other guests, pulled their wrists together in front of their stomachs and bound them tightly with thin leather cords. Caristia felt the heat of Innocenti's sobbing body tight against her back and bottom and shivered with excitement and expectancy.

  'Now,' said Fronto, turning to the other guests. 'I will show you what a real thrashing is.' He stood in front of Caristia and smiled. He reached forward and pinched her nipples, and as he pressed his thumbs and fingers harder he saw the gasping, open-eyed look of pained delight on her face. He dropped to his knees, forced her thighs wide and pressed his mouth tightly against her cunt. He licked it deeply, penetrating the soft folds of her outer labia easily and delving between the silky inner petals before finding the soft, dark recesses within. She lifted herself up from his mouth, but not to escape his lips and tongue. She lifted herself to lessen the contact of her flesh against them in an attempt to control the ecstasy that their caress brought on. But as she squirmed her hips to rise up - to make the contact of her fleshy cunt with his tongue a little fainter - the movement of her hips and the pressure of her buttocks around her dilating anus only accentuated her bliss and she felt herself burning with the rush of an oncoming orgasm. She tried again to move away but the her swollen labia stuck softly to his lips and tugged gently at the satin-like inner folds of her cunt and she froze, unable to do anything but wait for the flooding pleasure within to burst.

  Fronto drew back and looked up at her. 'I look up to you as if you were my mistress. Madam,' he mocked, 'does my mistress like my tongue inside her? Perhaps you could do me the honour of bending forward and lifting the little slave on to your back so I can thrash her for her weakness.' Caristia felt the muscles at the sides of her stomach contracting and she bit her lips to try and suppress the waves of pleasure that were sweeping threw her. 'Madam,' he repeated. 'Madam, you keep me waiting. Perhaps the answer is in your cunt.' He slurped noisily at her and she rose in a sudden convulsion of pleasure. The guests laughed and Fronto jumped to his feet athletically. 'Bend over, slave,' he said, changing his tone. 'Lift the little one up onto your back. Do as I ordered!'

  Caristia hesitated for a moment, still shivering with the rapture of her pleasure, and Fronto took her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinched them hard and pulled her forward, bending her at the hip as the slight form of Innocenti was lifted up onto Caristia's back and
off the floor.

  Innocenti bent backwards as she was lifted, stretching her small frame in an outward curve from her head to her feet. Her breasts flattened against her chest and her flat stomach shallowed between her hips. The mound above the slit of her pink cunt, naked except for the merest wisps of soft pubic hair, was accentuated as her slight body strained against the opposing curve of Caristia's bent back. As Caristia bent further Innocenti opened her legs to prevent herself falling off and the soft pink of her cunt was fully exposed between the tops of her pale thighs. Fronto rubbed his hand down her body, first stroking her narrow neck then pawing across her chest and her stomach before stopping at the mound of her cunt. He tugged at the insubstantial pubic hair and she winced as much in shock as in pain. He pulled it again, harder, and she screwed up her teary eyes in hopeless despair. He laid his hand fully across her cunt, squeezing its soft edges between his fingers before pinching the flesh sharply between the nails of his thumb and forefinger. Innocenti cried out, an expression of violation, but it was a faint cry - a cry of resignation as much as it was a cry of pain.

  Fronto reached down and grabbed her ankles. He pulled her legs together and lifting them high until Innocenti's supine form was bent up at right angles, her taut buttocks rested above Caristia's as Caristia remained bent forward, holding the weight of the terrified girl on her back. Fronto ran his fingers down Innocenti's legs, from her ankles, between her taut calves and thighs then running them into the slit of her cunt, between the cheeks of her bottom then finally down between Caristia's buttocks. He lifted Innocenti's ankles higher, stretching her upwards, tightening the flesh of her cunt and stretching the pale skin of her bottom tight. He rubbed his hand against her cunt again, then drew his hand back and slapped her hard. She tightened the cheeks of her bottom even closer together and let out a whinnying cry of shock. Again he smacked her, harder this time, and Innocenti reared up, curling slightly on Caristia's back as she was filled with the stinging pain of her tormentor's hand. Again he smacked her, loud and heavy and her buttocks reddened as another one fell, and another. He kept her ankles high, tensioning her bottom, making it tight and firm and ensuring that each blow fell precisely where he intended and each smack delivered the maximum amount of pain.

  Innocenti writhed as the smacking blows continued to fall against her buttocks and Caristia opened her legs to make sure she did not stumble under the squirming weight of the tender young girl on her back. It was as though it was never going to stop, as if Fronto would beat her all night, but in the end, as her cries became fainter and the tension in her body slackened, he stopped. He kept holding her ankles high, looking at her reddened buttocks with satisfaction, then he opened her legs wide. Her pink cunt was exposed fully, cradled in the redness of her burning bottom, its edges now swollen and with the faint darkness of pubic hair barely visible. He prised the flesh open with his fingers and teased the base of her clitoris. She shouted out again, as if his touch was a prelude to further pain, but her cry turned quickly to a whimper and then a moan. He laughed, lifted his white toga and offered his veiny cock to the wet opening.

  Caristia felt the heat of his balls as they hung down against the top of her buttocks, then as he opened Innocenti's labia wide and inserted the tip of his throbbing glans, she felt them pressing against her skin and the heat and pressure made her gulp with anticipation. She tried to widen her buttocks, to open herself up to him, to allow his heavy balls to rub against the soft inner edges, perhaps glance against her dilated anus, but as he drove his cock into the girl's cunt Caristia had to grab her knees tightly to stop herself falling.

  Fronto pushed his cock in hard and Innocenti screamed; it was her first time, nothing had entered her before and the suddenness and depth of penetration were unknown, shocking and overwhelming. She felt as if she had been rent apart and she choked as though filled to her mouth. He kept up the pressure, driving his cock up and down her wet cunt, opening it, using its freshness, destroying her virginity. He braced her legs back against her chest with his forearm and, bending her knees against her breasts, he started spanking her again. Each thrust brought another smack, another scorching spank against her upturned bottom, and with each one he lifted her higher on his cock as her satiny flesh, and her pitiful cries, brought him closer to fulfilment.

  Innocenti yelled loudly, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure, lost in a maelstrom of sensations, spinning in a dizzy world of unknown pleasures then, as if snatched up by a sudden storm, she reared back, lifted her hips and shook with her first ever convulsing orgasm. It ran through her in waves as Fronto continued to thrust his cock deeper and she pulled hard against Caristia's elbows as if the pressure against her arms was all that would keep her alive. She felt the massive cock throbbing inside waiting to deliver the product of Fronto's pleasure, waiting to saturate her with semen, but she did not know what to expect, what to prepare for. She felt it expanding at the end, thickening along the veiny shaft and stuffing her so full she thought it would never come, but she did not know what to expect, what form the deluge of his orgasm would take. She shouted out, unrecognisable words from her own unknown language as again the fresh sensation of her second orgasm snatched her up, as if borne on a tempest, then threw her down onto the cock that was now swelling with the pulsating of flowing semen.

  Fronto pressed down on her, bending her legs until her shins touched her tearstained cheeks then, spanking her all the time, harder and harder, he suddenly strained back, tightened every muscle in his body and pushed his cock as deep as it would go. Innocenti's eyes widened like globes and, as again her face reddened and the pale skin of her chest flushed with another deluge of ecstasy, she felt the burst of soaking heat inside her cunt as he drenched her with a massive flow of hot, sticky semen.

  Caristia gasped as she felt the pressure against her back, then as Fronto pulled his cock out of Innocenti's cunt, Caristia felt the dripping gush of semen running into the crack of her buttocks. It poured between them then, still hot, it flowed against the rear of her swollen flesh. She opened her legs a little, encouraging it to run between her labia and, as she dipped her hips to open herself more, she felt it running around the base of her hard and throbbing clitoris.

  Suddenly Caristia felt herself being manhandled and, still interlocked back to back with Innocenti, she was laid down on her side. Ropes were fetched and the two females were bound together at the waist then rolled over so that Caristia was on top and Innocenti was beneath, face forward and pressed against the floor. Caristia screeched as her legs were lifted and she felt the full force of the fasces come down on her buttocks, and she screeched again as a second blow followed immediately. Fronto and one of his guests were beating her together. She writhed against the blows as they fell one after another on either side of her buttocks but, as the pain increased - as the punishing flames licked against the edges of her cunt - she lifted her bottom higher and opened herself for more. Others joined in and more bunches of sharp sticks flogged the backs of her thighs and her breasts. The stinging contact filled her body with heat, burning every part of her until, brought on by both the exposure and degradation as well as the burning and humiliating pain, she felt the beginning of her first long orgasm. She screamed as it gripped her and she jerked with the ecstasy of it, as much fulfilled by the knowledge that it was only a prelude as the remorseless beating continued.

  Fronto knelt between her legs and drove his throbbing cock into her cunt first, but even as he was finishing and semen was running against the inside of her legs another guest took his place. Each one that came inside her made her finish and each orgasm, each burst of bliss, drove her to want more. She wrapped her legs around each one, holding him as deep and for as long as possible and she held her buttocks up as much as she could to feel the burning heat of the thrashing fasces on her red-striped skin.

  Finally, when they had all used her, and she was reddened by the beating and covered with semen, she was released from Innocenti. Innocenti was tied between two
marble pillars, gagged so that she could not scream and thrashed with a cane until she fell unconscious. Magnus was ordered to hold Caristia upside down. Clasping her around the waist and, holding her face outwards at knee height, he carried her from guest to guest. Each one pushed his cock into her mouth and finished either in her mouth or on her face. When she had been taken to them all semen ran from her lips and dripped onto the floor. In the end, when Magnus was ordered to release her, he cradled her gently and she felt, even amid the pleasure of her dissipation, the warmth of his kindness to her.

  Fronto pinched Caristia's nipples as she licked the semen from her lips and swallowed it.

  'I will buy this little Saxon, my dear Rufo. I do not think she is worth much but I am prepared to train her to be useful. Perhaps as a serving maid.'

  'You are very kind, my dear Fronto,' said Rufo, determined that Fronto should not have her. 'But I am afraid she is not for sale. I have already promised her. Take the young Innocenti. Although she is weak you have seen how much she can suffer, and she will not cost much.'

  'She is a sorry purchase, dear Rufo, but I do not want to be ungrateful. You have entertained us well and it would be unappreciative of me not to buy something from you. Yes, I will take her and, because of her weakness, you can be sure I will treat her kindly.' He smirked at the other guests. 'She will be offered daily to my dinner guests for a spanking and she will be forced to lick and suck all their cocks. If they are displeased she will be laid across the dinner table and caned then made to do it again until everyone is satisfied. After we are tired of her I will send her to service my gladiators, where I will have her suspended on ropes with her legs widespread so that she can be easily lowered onto their cocks. Every night, when she is returned to her quarters, I will have her spanked so hard she will yell louder than the beasts who are tortured and killed in the arena. Then, during the night, I will allow any of my male slaves to use her in any way they wish.'