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She sucked the slave’s clitoris in between her front teeth by Damian

Roman Decacence

On this occasion the guests were trying to make a slave piss herself. This was kept secret from the slave so that she didn’t cheat. There were ten guests and they each had three blows with a flogging instrument. Most of them chose a whip or a riding crop, but there were also bamboo canes and a bundle of birch twigs.

The rules were simple: if the slave didn’t wet herself, the guests tried to make her cum.

“Take that, bitch!” a man shouted, bringing his long flogger down onto the girl’s naked buttocks, breasts and thighs.
SLAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

They all flogged her but she didn’t piss herself. The last guest was a woman who flogged her with birch twigs, very hard.
“NOOO! PLEEEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

But she still didn’t piss. Marcus explained that in the second round all guests would have the same time, measured by a small hour glass, to lick her vulva. The slave fought against the tongues at first, but she ended up started swaying gently from side to side and moaning softly.

The slave trader inspected the new slaves who had arrived in the port that day by Damian

Roman Decacence

The customer had asked for them to be trained. The trader hung them both in ropes and brought a selection of flogging instruments: a leather belt, riding crops, cat o’nine tails with hanging leather straps, bundles of twigs tied together, wooden paddles for making butter and bamboo canes which cut into the skin. He also had a small collection of metal clamps which could be tightened on breasts and nipples, or attached to belts and used to squeeze cunt lips together.

SWIIIISH! THWAAACK!
SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
AGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The more he flogged, the hornier the slave trader got. After a time he couldn’t stand it anymore. His erection was bothering him too much. He took both girls to an area where he had big wooden barrels, cut in half and fixed to the ground.
“Sit on those barrels and let your arms and legs hang down like table legs!” he ordered. He fixed their wrists and ankles to rings set on the floor.
“That’s the way a slave should be,” he said, “with her cunt up in the air, ready to serve her Master!”

The girls were now completely helpless. They knew that their cunts were the highest parts of their bodies and that their cunt lips were open and defenseless against flogging devices.

The trader picked up a heavy leather belt and brought it down onto their cunt lips.
SMACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Who does your cunt belong to, slave?”
“To my Master!”