“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!”
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Roman decadence by Damian
His erection stayed hard, but it was horribly twisted by Mr Kane
GQS – The curse of Isthar
“You’re a lying whore, Roman bitch!”
He squeezed her cheeks in as he spoke.
“I’m going to give you the punishment you deserve, you traitorous slut! I was thinking of sparing your life! I was thinking of keeping you as a fuckpet, but I’ve changed my mind! You don’t deserve a god’s cock up your filthy Roman cunt!”
“You’re hurting me!”
“That’s right, bitch! My men will hurt you too! They’re going to put a phallus in your mouth, right down your spunk-filled throat! That will keep you quiet! You won’t seduce me or anyone else then!
Then they’re going to tear your big fat tits off, very slowly. They’ll hang you up by your tits till your tits come off! Your friend Caesar will be surprised to see them this time! He’s seen them before, hasn’t he, Claudia? But he’s never seen them in a basket, has he? It will be a gift from you! It’ll be a big smelly surprise!
Leaders of defeated tribes were whipped and subjected to sexual abuse by Damian
Roman decadence
These prisoners, man and wife, were leaders of a small tribe in Gaul. The man was tied to a post and his wife was made to walk naked around the Roman camp with a heavy post on her shoulders.
The Romans had taken over 100 prisoners from this tribe. The Centurion gave the order to bring them all out to watch the punishment.
“I want you to watch the punishment!” he shouted. “Keep your eyes open and fixed on the two rebels!”
The crowd fell silent as the Centurion took up position next to the chieftain, held up a cat o’nine tails and slowly pulled his muscular arm back…
SWIIIIISH!
THWAAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
He brought it down a dozen times onto the man’s buttocks. The man screamed as pieces of metal and bone dug into his flesh.
Then the Centurion turned to the wife.
“Turn round. Show these people your ass, bitch!”
SWIIIIISH!
THWAAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The woman received a dozen painful blows that marked her buttocks and drew blood.
She loved it when men were humiliated and punished in public, especially if it was in front of women by Mr Kane
Black star inferno
Creek gave orders to carry out the repairs and then he shut himself in his cabin. There were not many options open to him, he realized. He would have to obey El Darjely’s envoy.
The following day the envoy materialized in the command center to the astonishment of the crew members. He seemed to speak without moving his lips and without making a sound. He didn’t need to speak. Everyone heard what was in his head and everyone obeyed him.
From the very first moment the envoy took over the terrible interrogation sessions in which Imperial prisoners were tortured. He had a lot of work. There were more prisoners on board the Rapture 5 than I had imagined.
The horror had begun. The Envoy’s cruelty was worse than anything that Creek’s thugs ever subjected female prisoners to.
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!”
I’ll have you strung up upside down with your legs stretched wide and the sun will boil your cunt, bitch by Mr Kane
GQS – The curse of Isthar
“AAAAH! You know what? I go to the Pain Auctions sometimes. You Daughters of Isthar would enjoy them! You think you’re cruel with men, don’t you? You’re shit, that’s what you are! The Pain Auction workers are professionals. And they’ve got the crowd behind them! Julius Caesar and those dumb Romans bastards think people want bread and circuses. I’ll tell you what people want! They want cruelty and lust! They want to see cunts and they want to smell them! They want to hurt them too!
Anybody can take their enemies to a Pain Auction! It’s for all kinds of people, the scum of the earth and the biggest landowners! Common thieves and corrupt politicians! Jealous husbands! Women with insolent slaves! It doesn’t matter who! All you have to do is take the victim to the Pain Auction nicely tied up!
People bid for their favorite torture or abuse and the torturers apply it. The victim screams but you can’t hear it because the crowd are chanting and encouraging the torturers!”
I was beginning to understand why he was so interested in the Pain Auction and I was right.
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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.
He was covering her bruised breasts in a soothing oil and his eyes were fixed on them by Mr Kane
GQS – The curse of Isthar
“You fucking slut! You dirty whore! Your tits seduced me, a Pharaoh! And how did you thank me for putting a god’s cock in your cunt? You plotted against me, you slut, you Roman bitch!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Tell me, what have you done to deserve my forgiveness? You sold me to Rome, that’s what you did! You spied on me, you plotted against me, a god, a Pharaoh! You betrayed me and you betrayed all Egypt!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The blows rained down on Claudia’s well-oiled breasts over and over again. She swayed on her feet, unable to cope with the stinging pain…
“Forgive me, your Excellency! You are my King and my only god! Forgive me, please!”
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…
Show your master your big greasy fuckholes by Mr Kane
GQS – The curse of Isthar
“He could! There is nothing to stop him attacking the Lord and Master of Egypt if he wants to! He would have the might of all Rome behind him!”
“How do you know these things, whore?”
“I know because I was a whore! I know because I was in the subura some years ago. I was just an ordinary whore, but one night Marcus Antonius, Caesar’s lieutenant, came to the whorehouse and I became his lover. He took me out of the brothel later he handed me over to Caesar for a time. I was a kind of gift!
They both liked me. They fucked me for a time and then they freed me and gave me a new identity as a Roman patrician. Ever since then I have worked for Caesar, fucking and being fucked, but spying too and passing information on to him, keeping him well informed about all the rumors of plots against him. I fucked you too, Ptolemy, but you don’t remember me!”
Ptolemy’s face flushed red with anger. If it was true that they had fucked, the whore would have kept Caesar informed about him too!
