“Oh Tsarina. I know this is difficult for you. But my gifts cannot be spent on you alone. It is time to spread my guidance through the rest of your family. Do not be afraid, embrace what must be. I am going to fuck your daughters, both Anastasia and Olga. It is necessary in order to help them find the grace of God. You understand this; I have guided you many times.” said Rasputin.
“It has been years since you have been with your husband, the Tsar, as a woman should be with a husband.” Rasputin went on. The Tsarina shivered, it was true. Rasputin had forbidden her to lay with her own husband, and somehow, she could not disobey. For years now, she had known no man except her strange, seemingly magical advisor.
“I have not let you spread your legs for anyone but me.” Rasputin continued. “Do not cry about it. Have you not been healed since then? Have you not felt the benefits of my guidance? I know how devoted you are to me, and I appreciate that. It has allowed me to get close to the Tsar and use my influence for the good of Russia. I think your devotion deserves a reward, so I am going to play with your tits and your pussy, as I describe how I shall fuck your daughters… in God’s holy light.”
Grand Duchess Anastasia had a routine. Every night before bed, she would walk the corridors of the castle, to put her in a retiring mood. She walked alone, for the castle was well guarded and only trusted friends of the family were allowed in the sleeping wing. Anastasia had no fear when passing dark, empty rooms on her walk.
Rasputin knew his opportunity would come in one of those dark rooms. He secluded himself in the blackness and waited until she passed by him. As she walked past, he grabbed her and shoved a gag into her mouth. And then, just like that… she was his. Finally. The young woman he had lusted after for years, was his.
Anastasia struggled, weakly, in his arms. But the young duchess had no muscles to speak of; she was powerless in his strong grip. “Do not worry, dear Anastasia. I won’t hurt you…much. Shhh, little princess, don’t cry. I do not do this to degrade you, I do it to purify you. You want to feel close to God, don’t you? It’s tradition, you know. The virgin sacrifice. It brings great fortune to the people.”
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It is time to spread my guidance through the rest of your family by De Haro
Roman decadence by Damian
“Come now, wife, you call that cock sucking? Do you want me to bed you over the bed again and lash you across that fat ass again?” Marcellus asked, tapping his new wife on the shoulder with his cane.
“No! No, please! I’m trying! Please husband.” Cornelia sobbed.
This wasn’t at all how she’d expected her wedding night to go, all those days in her youth spent imaging a life with a family and a loving husband had not prepared her for this cruelty. Yet her father had been desperate to land that rich mining contract with the Governor, and his daughter’s hand had been the price…
“Please you don’t have to hit me, I want to pleasure you. I really do!” Cornelia begged as she felt the cane tracing its way across her other welts.
“Then ask me to hit you.” Marcellus commanded.
“What? But…but why?”
“You said you wanted to please me, and your screams will do just that. So ask me to hit you.”
“No… no I meant…”
“Fucking useless whore! You think you actually have a choice? HAHAH! Get your mouth on my cock and don’t you dare come off until my cum is in your throat!”
He had dressed her in expensive silk for the flogging because he liked the look of silk in contact with the shiny skin of her breasts by Damian
Chinese torments
Jia was sobbing when he delivered the twelfth blow.
“I’m not going to marry you! I don’t love you!”
“You have made a fool of me in the eyes of your family! You will never get a better husband than me! I’m going to flog your breasts now, six blows on each breast!”
“No, please don’t! SOB!”
He counted out the blows. The carved wood bit deep into her soft breasts and left them red and marked…
SWIIIIISH!
SLAAAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Flogging her made him even more horny and when he finished he released her and ordered her to kneel doggy style on the table. He lifted the silk to uncover her firm buttocks…
SWIIIIISH!
SLAAAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Now crawl backwards to the end of the table!”
She obeyed.
“Lift your buttocks! Show me your cunt!” he ordered.
Read to take a closer look at the horrors they endure of the Roman decadence by Damian
Tyrelia tried to hold back her sobs as the regal Roman woman gently stripped away her ragged slave rags. She’d just been sold to this powerful patrician family… and she was terrified.
“Aww, don’t be afraid my little flower.” The woman purred, running a long, perfectly manicured across Tyrelia’s nipple, circling it slowly until it stood erect. “You’re going to bring me such pleasure, my dear. And I’ll give you such pleasure in return.
“Please…I’ve… I’ve never done it. And never…I’m not…” Tyrelia began weeping like a child as the woman began stripping off her own silken robes. Tyrelia cringed as the woman embraced her, completely taken aback by the alien feel of another woman’s nipples against her own. She was so distracted that Tyrelia didn’t notice the man lurking out of the darkness wielding a cane…
SCHLAP!
The cane made a vicious, biting sound as it went cutting across the trembling pale globes of Tyrelia’s bottom. An angry red welt immediately began blooming in its wake and the slave girl shrieked into her owner’s ear.
Inquisition law by Badia
“These witches have no sense of family ties… Would you believe this mother has trained her own daughter to entertain the Devil?” comments Alfonso to the tormentor… “We are going to remind them of the holiness of motherhood”.
“Strap down the mother on the rack… Break her bones one by one, starting with the feet and going up slowly… When you’re done with the legs of the mother, I will work on the daughter. Her juvenile flesh will peel easily under the bullwhip… Let’s see how the mother reacts to the skinning of her offspring…”
“Father, this investigation is killing me… Too many naked harlots around here… It is nice of you to allow me this little pleasure with the bitch…
A man in my humble position doesn’t have the strength of you men of the cloth…”
“Enjoy the moment, Raul… 1 heard this worthless cunt has a specialty for pleasing men with her mouth… when she’s not busy offering her ass to the Lord of Flies… Make sure to take advantage of her tongue… because I’m about to tear it out… For good measure, I will shove it into her ass so deep that the Devil himself will never be able to reach it.”
Gang business by Hines
“Damn! These three bitches are gonna make us lot of money!” Yolanda’s brain was already calculating how much this mother and her two daughters could earn when they were put to work as slave-whores. The family thing would also be an added attraction and selling point.
Lots of guys were really going to be excited when they learned that they could fuck the mother in front of her daughts or vice-versa. And pay extra. And maybe they would also pay big money to watch the mother and daughters being forced to eat each other’s pussies!
Yolanda liked how the 18 and 19 year-old daughters looked in their new white trash/whore outfits, hairstyles and make-up. And she noticed that LeRoy was obviously impressed with how the mother looked in her new trashy short dress.
“Shit, Momma, you is lookin’ better that your two girls! Makin’ my cock all hard – it hurtin’ stretchin’ against my pants! Ummm…Let me feel that pussy of yours….I just gots to fuck ya again, bitch! C’mon, let’s go back to my room, baby, so you can make LeRoy’s big dick feel all good again, rammin’ amd a-jammin’ that cunt of yours!”
Word traveled fast, and Colleen accomplished mouth and slavish lips and tongue was soon servicing and milking the sperm up from the ballsacs and out of the cocks of happy, demanding customers much as 18 hours a day, 7 days a week…..
“Good girl… now you start again from the beginning… I paid 4 hours and you did me in 5 minutes. I’ll last more this time, I promise… After you’ll do my asshole for a change…”
Her undergarments absolutely soaked at the sight of female pain by Damian
Chinese torments
As the rebellion started to intensify across the Chinese Empire, the powers that be pushed back against the ignorant people’s rebellious tendencies. The Pearl Princess was one such government official when her dear, drunken dad mysteriously fell to his death from the palace balcony. Pearl Princess Fan Yong heard from her advisors of the terrible atrocities that were being committed against the aristocracy and the ruling class across all of China, and she would have none of that happen in HER province! She quickly set the captain of her guard to the task: use imperial spies to root out any dissenters and then make an example of them so that no rebellion would take place!
It didn’t take long to find “treasonous intent” in the local bars. Drunkards with loose lips lubricated by rice wine made easy targets, and their families were quickly rounded up for treason and sedition! The menfolk were quickly beheaded, while the womenfolk were taken and stripped to be inspected. How they pleaded and begged the Pearl Princess for mercy. “We’ve done nothing wrong! We would never betray our beautiful and perfect princess!”
Unfortunately for these lovely ladies, the Pearl Princess was unmoved. “Your family has been found guilty of treason and rebellious tendencies, so you are equally stained as well! We are merely ensuring that the Mandate of Heaven does not fall due to unworthy blood! You filthy, peasant girls will be sold at market to be sex slaves to the highest bidder!” The women wept and wailed at their fate as they were carted off to be inspected like meat, their beautiful, perky breasts and prime pussies fingered and pawed by lewd and licentious men…
But the least lucky were two drop dead gorgeous daughters, sisters of a particularly loud mouthed drunk, for the Pearl Princess was a secret lover of slit as well! She chose the most beautiful of the Chinese maidens to keep for herself… and she would put them through their paces, ensuring they were striped like tigresses by the whip and the bamboo cane!
With pleasure, master by Damian
The Matronalia festival had been raging in Rome for the past two days, and while most Romans spent their days paying tribute to the goddess Juno and honoring the women of their households, the Severanii family was honoring women in a much… different way.
“I think a woman’s beauty is most on display while tied up and helpless, wouldn’t you agree Praetor?” Senator Severanii said, gulping down a mouthful of rich red wine and casting his eyes over the naked slave girl in the middle of the room.
“Please… please, somebody help me!” Natonia begged, tears rolling down her cheeks and spilling onto her naked heaving tits. There were nearly twenty people in the room, all staring at her nakedness and licking their lips. Not only men either, but fat and old Roman women were staring at her with predatory eyes. Natonia couldn’t understand it, why were they doing this?
“Marcellus!” The Senator barked, summoning in a young Greek man who wore the tattoo of a slave on his arm.
“Yes master.”
“My guests and I are bored. Bring a cane and start adding stripes to this young girl’s ass at once!”
“With pleasure, master.” The Greek smiled.
“No! Please, I’ve done nothing wrong! Please don’t hurt me! What do you want from me!?” Natonia screamed, her eyes stinging with tears and heart pounding in her ears.
“Please, I’ve had enough… I can’t take it anymore! PLEASE!” Valaria groaned as she dragged into the dungeons of the Roman fort. Valaria had once been a proud Germanic warrior, but now she was another captive of the Roman Empire after her tribe was annihilated. Unfortunately for her, she’d killed a dozen Roman centurions before finally being subdu
“Please, it wasn’t my fault! I swear I didn’t know! Please! Please believe me!” Plescinia sobbed as she was dragged through the bloody sands toward the site of the previous night’s battle. Cum, blood and shit leaked from her anus from the brutal anal fucking she’d received from half the encampment, and her back was a mess of welts and bruises.
“This whore,” Governor Militant Flavius announced to the assembled troops, “used her rotting, filthy cunt to lure a Century of our best soldiers to their doom. She is a spy for the Parthian’s and she will crucified here, left as a reminder to all enemies of Rome, that treachery is punished most severely.”
“Pleeeeaassseee! Don’t do thisssssss!” Plescinia begged as she dragged, kicking and screaming, toward the ominous frame of the crucifix.
“Don’t worry girl.” One of the soldiers whispered in her ear. “We’ll let you down and bring you food and water tonight, and then you’ll thank us by fucking every one of our cocks until our balls are drained. Then back up on the cross you go!”
