Some rich men can get bored with everyday sex with posh models and they want to have something spicier. Arabian rich men like to purchase European girls and then do with them whatever they want. These two babes were sold to one of Arabian sheikhs and now the bustard is using them in his BDSM art dungeon. One of the chicks – a sexy blonde – was presented to him a s a bonus. The man chained the busty babes to the wall and pierced their boobs and noses. The chicks couldn’t move without making themselves pain. Then the bonus girl was struck with electricity provided trough two dildos stuck into her pussy and ass-hole.
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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!”
Trying out by De Haro
She desperately tried to remain unresponsive as her face crumbled into revulsion, tears stinging her eyes. But when he tongued her ear, she couldn’t help but shudder, her shoulders spasming.
He drew slightly back, his fingers stilling on her tit. “Hey baby,” he mumbled. “Sorry I woke you.” Then he immediately restarted slobbering all over her face, neck, shoulders and arms. Between kisses he whispered, “Relax … it’s okay … just relax….”
Struggling to keep from reacting, the girl carefully tested her limbs under the covers. Her legs seemed free, but when she tried to move her feet she discovered that her big toes were affixed together. Her attention snapped back to her assailant when his mouth made its way down her chest. Claire’s back arched, her eyes screwing shut as his lips found her breasts.
He’d knead them out of the lace v-neck and suck on the nipples like ice cream. Claire heard herself mewl, drool pouring out either side of her wrenched-back mouth.
“Like that, huh?” he quietly leered. “All right then….” He went back to it: kneading, suckling, licking, and nipping as she shook her head in loathing.
Claire started to shake, but he jerked her by her breasts. “I wouldn’t do that,” he softly warned. “You think this is bad? You don’t wanna know what would happen if you wake her.” He nodded toward the snoring teacher.
Claire’s big, wet, wide eyes stared into her molestor’s … then she slowly stiffened, her nostrils flaring.
“Smart girl,” he commended, then reached around to grab her ass, pulling her even closer against him. Embracing her tightly, he began to suckle her throat, leaving hickeys behind. Claire’s body began to shudder with sobs.
“Aw, don’t do that,” he chided, grabbing both her tits. “It’s so damn sexy! Here, I got an idea.”
He dragged her under him, on her back, and lay atop her, planting his mouth back around her sopping wet lips.
He held the flame up in front of her face by Eu Inocencius
The soldiers tore the clothes from the body of the terrified girl exposing her beauty to all. “Wow! Look at the body on this slant-eyed whore.” They tied her tits and wrists tight enough to cut off circulation. Mei Ling began to beg for mercy but the words turned into screams of pain as the cane slapped across her firm, erect nipples. Her journey into pain had begun. As the program progressed the pain would test the very limits of her sanity. She was soon taken into Lab #1 where Doctor Freda Schecter waited. Mei ling saw the table, the straps, the generator, the wires with the alligator clips. She saw the chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling. But what terrified her most was the sadistic smile on the blond Doctor’s face. “Strap her to the table gentleman. It’s time to begin. This slut makes me specially horny…””
“Vanessa watched in horror as the torch spouted flame. The soldier smiled when he saw the look in her eyes. He held the flame up in front of her face. “Now we test your resistance to the flame torture my dear.” He slowly moved the flame toward one firm breast and centered the flame on the nipple. “AAAAUUUMMMPHM” Vanessa screamed around the gag as the delicate flesh began to singe. Another soldier pulled a beautiful brunette girl onto her hands and knees and rammed his cock into her ass. “That’s it comrade, burn the bitch! I love to hear them sing while I fuck!” He pulled her long black hair like the reigns on a horse. “Move your ass bitch, or you’ll trade places with your blond friend!”
A fine plan by Damian
The Sulla twins were the daughters of Sulla, the last King of Rome and a tyrant beyond measure. Their father was dead now though, thrown from the Tarpeian Rock, and they were no longer untouchable. In fact, they were VERY touchable.
“That’s it girl, suck on the head real nice, or you’ll end up like your sister over there.” One of the men said, gently guiding the girl’s warm mouth on his rigid cock.
Laurenia winced as the acidic taste of piss and filth assaulted her tongue, but she resisted the urge to pull off the invading member. She could hear sister, Horatia, screaming over the sounds of the wet, hard fucking she was getting.
“STOPPPP! I DEMAND YOU STOPPPP!” Horatia screamed in rage as the man’s cock drove deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, her juices dripping down her trembling thighs. She’d had sex before of course, she’d had many men in her day, but they were her playthings! NOT the other way around! They couldn’t do this!
Laurenia held her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her own cries as she listened to her sister screaming in the next room. She had no idea what they were doing to her, but all sorts of noises were coming from inside: the welt slap of leather on flesh, strange hissing sounds, and the clang of metal. She wanted to rush to her sister’s side, but at the moment she was trapped under the heavy, heaving body of one of their captors. His stout, thick cock was buried in her virginal ass, blood trickling down her thighs as she struggled not to scream.
“You have a fine ass, daughter of Sulla. I have a horse at home would love to mount a bitch like you. Can you imagine that? A thick horse cock stretching open your holes? You’d never shit right again!” The man whispered hoarsely in her ear. “On the bright side, birth a child wouldn’t be a problem for you! HAHAH!”
Your ass is mine, cunt by Eu Inocencius
He was behind her and her pussy and ass were totally exposed to him.
The man grabbed Olivia’s hips hard. She could feel his brutal strength as the callused skin of his hands clutched her flesh, fingers digging in to hold her firmly so that he can…
It seemed like Olivia could even feel the sick lust in Sanchez’s cruel eyes enjoying the sight of her red, whipped butt. She could imagine him staring at her bottom, his eyes practically drilling into her anus, which he is going to…
When he had forced it in Olivia’s mouth, the girl had nearly choked to death on Sanchez’s long, thick, nasty member, and now that he was fully hard again, he will…
It’s not fair! He’s so big and he’s got me tied up and gagged and I can’t do anything to stop him from raping me in the ass! It’s going to hurt so much!
She pleaded through her gag.
“Eeegggsshhhh, oooghnnnkk! Ssoooofff uuuh, eeeegsshhh! Ooohhh ggaaanggk oooh iggssshh!”
Olivia felt him rubbing his dick on her beaten and tender butt cheeks, the underside of his penis slowly running up and down across the surface of her rump. He was dry humping her bottom.
No! That’s the tip of his cock now, for real, touching my anus. It feels so hot, like it’s on fire! It must be full of blood. The sick fuck must be so hard. He enjoys inflicting pain on me so much. I hate him.
I am so scared!
“Blondie! Can you feel my throbbing rape rod pressing against your tiny rosebud? Do you know I am looking at your red butt cheeks while I poke my tool between them? Seeing my penis between those scarlet cheeks makes me very glad that I whipped you.
“My cock head can feel every wrinkle of your dirty ass pucker, slut. You are about to be butt fucked, bitch.
“A little pressure. Do you feel how the entire hard knot of your butt hole is being pushed inward? Your arrogant ass doesn’t seem to want to let me in… yet.
“A little more pressure. I am going slow, you know. I would never want to rush the beautiful moment of forcing my prick into a bound girl’s asshole. This is the kind of moment that a true man savors.
“Your ass is mine, cunt!
“And now… Yes! Your teeny back door is beginning to open. I can feel your anal ring start to peel apart.”
Slave trade by Hines
“You don’t have to worry about this one,” Mr. Watanabe told his wife. “She comes from a upper-class background and understands what it means to service one’s Superiors.
She’ll do a good job of keeping you and your sister satisfied.”
“Are you sure she can handle another fucking from your cock?” Master Abu’s assistant was worried. “She looks like she can’t take any more of you, Master.”
Master Abu laughed. “Of course she’ll take it! She’ll take all the cock that I put to her! That’s how I break them in! Climb onto Abu’s cock, Western girl, and ride until you faint again!”
See the dark underbelly of the Roman Empire by Damian
Not that Praetor Vincellius understood the screaming Illyrian whore adorning his crucifix. She was just the latest of his “whip-whores” as he called them, slaves he bought specifically to be crucified so he could whip them at his leisure. That was Anymalia’s fate.
“PLEAASEEE!” She screamed as the whip went ripping across her tits, catching her puffy pink nipples.
The whip’s crack was almost as loud as the girl’s screaming. Her bucking, writhing body was covered in sweat which only made the lash of the whip more painful. The Praetor was loving this particular whip slave. He might even give her the pleasure of feeling his cock, even though that was normally reserved for his bed slaves. Fantastic Mad 3D BDSM inside!
Alone with her kidnapper by Eu Inocencius
“I know you had a great time too… I felt you coming like a whore… You young bitches are pervs, you like it up your smelly shit-holes more than your greasy snatches. Yeah… I’ll bump you and I’ll pump you every day, all day… You’ll get to love it!”
GIRL THINKS: Maybe the twisted slob will have a heart attack. It’s my only hope…
What do you think of your Master’s love nest, slave? This is where you’ll cook, clean and do all sorts of house amenities like licking your Master’s ass-crack clean. But mostly you’ll be licking my dick and balls and having your holes soundly porked… It was a fucking pain in the ass having to walk to the bam every time I wanted to use your holes!
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.
