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He stood watching as his young wife was tied to the cross bar screaming and struggling by Damian

Roman Decacence

First the riding crop came down on her naked breasts, followed by a cat o’nine tails with its hanging leather straps containing small pieces of bone and metal. Then came a heavy wooden paddle, a whip, a leather belt and a bamboo cane…

The wife screamed as the instruments came down on her buttocks and her thighs and bit deep into her skin, marking it.

When he finished, the servant looked at the husband for instructions.
“You’ve forgotten something,” the husband said. “You’ve forgotten the bit that interested you most, her cunt!”

He gestured and the guards took hold of the wife’s feet and pulled her legs up and wide apart, leaving her vulva open and defenseless.

“Use all the instruments again! On the whore’s cunt!” the husband said.

SWIIISH!
SLAP! THUD! THWAAACK! CRAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The wife was taken down and lay sobbing on the sand. The guards stripped the servant and tied him to the cross.

“Get up, you stupid bitch!” the husband shouted at his wife. “It’s your turn now! Use all the flogging instruments on his genitals!”

The wife had no choice. She flogged her lover till he fainted.

“Fuck her!” said the husband to the gladiators. They made her go down on all fours, doggy style, on a wooden platform.
“Lift your butt, bitch!” the husband said.

She obeyed and the customer fucked her on the cushions by Damian

Roman Decacence

There was a murmur in the crowd.

“And she hid knives in trees and stabbed the man who was fucking her!”

The crowd grew angry…
“Flog the bitch!”
“Use a riding crop on the slut’s tits!”
“Is she a good fuck? We want a demonstration! HAHA!”
“How does her skin take the crop?”

The auctioneer smiled.
“Pull the rebel up!” he ordered. Two guards appeared and took up position, one in front of her with a long riding crop and another behind her with a long wooden paddle.

SWIIIISH!
SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The cruel crop came down onto her naked breasts again and again, covering them with red lines.

“Show us the rebel’s cunt!” someone shouted.
The auctioneer tugged on the rough sack and pulled it off. She had a prominent well-rounded mons veneris that caused many of the men to lick their lips…

The soldiers watched as the girls’ buttocks rose in the air by Damian

Roman Decacence

The soldiers made the slaves walk naked in the hot sun. The girls walked slowly, which annoyed the soldiers. Two cavalry soldiers trotted behind the slaves, putting the ends of their lances into their butt cracks and laughing…
“Your butt cheeks are jerking up and down like my horse’s rump!” one of them said.

To punish the girls for walking slowly the soldiers made them pick up rocks and carry them. On the way back to camp they came to a cross where they had left an Asian slave earlier that day. The girl was cramped and in pain because her cunt was pressing down onto a lance head.

“Put the rocks down now, bitches!” a soldier ordered. “Take these riding crops and flog this whore for us!”

SWIIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The soldiers took their cocks out and pumped until it all became too urgent.
“I can’t wait!” a soldier said. “I need a good hard fuck.”

They released the Asian slave and took all three girls to a flat rock.
“Get your tits down on that, whores, and show us your assholes! Higher! We wanna see your cunts too!”

Filling both of the tight holes between her legs by Damian

Chinese torments

After Pan Ping was left a panting and dripping mess on the floor, they rebels yolked her like an ox and marched her out to the square, squealing and shrieking as she was switched with an ox whip! The peasants and the people laughed at poor, humiliated Pan Ping as she stumbled across the cobblestone. “Look at the stupid slut! She thinks she’s a tiger, but she’s really just a whore!” one of the old, toothless drunks guffawed. “You can tell she’s a slut!” one of the tittering housewives said. “Look at all the cum streaming down her thighs! She can’t get enough cock! No wonder her husband was so rich; he was whoring out his own wife!”

Pan Ping was brought to the square before the jeering crowd as a brazier was set in front of her. She was quickly tied to the cross, the tough cords cutting into her soft, ivory skin. Pan Ping tried her best to retain her dignity, but she failed. It’s hard to be respectable when there’s cock cum dripping from your mouth and face! Pan Ping eyed the brazier with fear as sweat covered her lovely body. She licked her lips nervously and tried not to show her terror.

The hooded man was not fooled and did not miss the nervous look in Pan Ping’s eyes. “Oh you needn’t fret, my dear… with a delicious body like yours… you’re not quite ready to be executed… yet!” The masked man pulled a tight, thin cord in tight Pan Ping’s crack that split Pan Ping’s legs apart and opened up her labia, revealing her terrified little clit for all the world to see. “No… you see… I’ve learned an ancient technique from the capital… how to ‘fix’ a woman so she’ll never bear children again! We’ll just burn you deep in your cunt hole, so you can’t birth treasonous babies… then we’ll burn your clit! We can’t have you enjoying yourself as you’re fucked night and day as the free, public fuck pet! Say goodbye to your orgasms… you’re just a thick, greasy fuck piglet now!”