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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!”

He made her suck him clean by Damian

Chinese torments

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.

She hesitated but received another stinging blow in the naked buttocks. She lifted her buttocks. He ran his hand over her vulva and grabbed it. She gasped. He pressed her sex lips together and trapped her clitoris between them. She gasped again.

“I am a virgin!” she said.
“Losing your virginity is the price you will pay for shaming me!”

He was much stronger than her and she didn’t dare to move. He pulled her buttocks apart and gazed at the dark butt cleft. Then he pushed his cock deep inside her cunt with one quick, painful thrust…

“Take cock, bitch! Take your husband’s cock!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

To be shamed by such a lowly concubine by Damian

Chinese torments

Zheng Zian was no drunk but rather an imperial spy! If Xing Sya had minded her manners, she might not have lied about knowing the Emperor in order to get her way. Such a crime was unforgivable! One “horseriding accident” later, and pretty Xing Sya found herself nude and bound in tight hemp rope in a cold dungeon, sweating as she stared at the pyramid before her.

Old Zheng Zian marched in, grinning like the cat that got the cream as he lead a big, burly soldier alongside him. “Hello little lily flower. I hear you know the Emperor. Is that true?” Suddenly confronted by the armored soldier, little Xing Sya shook her head desperately. “N-no, great master… it is not true! I have lied! Please forgive me!” she begged, desperate to do anything to get out of this situation. “I’ll do whatever you wish! Just please release me!”

Old Zheng Zian laughed. “Oh? You poor, foolish girl! I can ALREADY do anything I wish to you and your body!” Zheng Zian clucked his tongue and chuckled. “And you have already dug yourself deeper! It is bad enough to pretend to know the Emperor, but it’s even worse to lie to a government official! Perhaps it would be a great kindness to teach both you… and your asshole, the error of your ways!”

We must cleanse your holes before we fuck-um you good by Damian

Wild West

Unfortunately for Jenny, Sarah, and the boys, they couldn’t have chosen a worse place to meet. While the boys were called away to run drills, the girls were left all alone… right in the path of a native slaver war band!

Jenny and Sarah’s plan turned against them as they screamed and shrieked for help, but there was nobody to save them. The natives quickly stripped both Jenny and Sarah of their clothes until the girls were naked and exposed, their feminine bits jiggling delightfully in the wind. Both of the girls felt betrayed; where were their dashing cavaliers? They were supposed to be saved! But even if the boys had shown up, it wouldn’t have done them any good. Two young bucks had no chance against the three hardened warriors, let alone two delicate females…

“They smell like sluts!” one of the slavers said, frowning unhappily. “They wouldn’t even fetch a single bottle of firewater between the two of them!” another said, shaking his head. “I bet they aren’t even tight in their asses! The whores!” The warriors looked at each other grimly. “This wasn’t even worth the effort! We should just leave them for the crows!” one raged. “These white, western sluts can’t keep their legs together! They must fuck every swinging cock that comes before them! Like animals!”

“Now hold, brothers! Remember what the shaman said! We can renew these slaves and make them useful, even if just for a time! Remember the fire god’s blessing!”

He flogged the girl’s six times on each breast by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

The servant stood in front of her and pulled the crop back again like a coiled spring and released it onto her unprotected nipples.
SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He did it six times on each nipple. The brothers nodded their approval, slowly.

Then they walked over to the slave and stood on each side of her. They each pulled one of her knees and opened her thighs wide once again. They stared for a long time at her open sex lips. Then they bent down in turn and gave her lips a big, slow lick, moving from the bottom and flicking the tips of their tongues on her clitoris.

They checked that the clitoris was erect and nodded at the servant. He released his tensed riding crop directly onto it once again…
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

On the third blow the girl wet herself. The brothers licked her thighs and tasted her urine as if it was quality wine.

After the sixth blow she was sobbing. The brothers nodded and the servant released her. He made her lay back over an old wine barrel. She was on her back like a crab with her cunt open and exposed again. The brothers picked up a cat o’nine tails, with knots on the end of stiff leather strips.

They flogged her slowly, taking it in turns to bring the leather down on her exposed cunt lips.
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

She obeyed, He looked down at her cunt by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

The Sheik wanted his sons to know how to treat and train a slave, so he invited them to watch the first training session.

His slave trainer stripped her naked and made her turn round slowly in front of the men.
“Bend over, bitch, and lift your buttocks!”
The girl obeyed. The men fell silent as she raised her firm buttocks. The deep dark cleft between her cheeks fascinated them.
“Pull your ass cheeks apart! Show my sons your anus and your cunt, slave!
The men fell silent with lust.
“Now face your Masters and show them your tits! Put your hands behind your neck! Arch your back and stick your tits out! Turn left and right! Again! Make your tits move, like a whore!”
The men watched fascinated as her irresistible breasts wobbled and jiggled and settled back into place…

SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Without warning, the trainer had caught her a stinging blow on the breasts with his riding crop. She had not expected it and she brought her hands down to rub her breasts.
“Nobody told you to do that, slave!” the trainer shouted. “Put your hands back up and stick your tits out again!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Don’t, please! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The trainer tied her arms out sideways.
“There is only one rule to learn, bitch!” the trainer said. “It is to obey all orders, right?”
The girl nodded.
“This will help you remember!”
He selected a long, flexible riding crop and flogged her all over her naked body.

Her hips jerked out of control and she fucked the man as hard as he fucked her by Damian

Wild West

Sally had been out walking in the woods. It used to be safe to do this, but recently there had been trouble with the native Americans, who accused the settlers of raping a woman in their tribe.

The chief of the tribe was out hunting when he saw Sally. She was young and beautiful and he loved her red hair. He wondered if her hair was red over her cunt and he pointed his arrow at her.
“Take clothes off! All clothes!” he ordered.

Sally obeyed, trembling. She covered up her vulva with one hand and her breasts with the other.

“Hands down!” he ordered and she dropped them. She looked irresistible with her mixture of shyness and fear.

The chief tied her to a tree. He wondered if he should take her back to his camp to be fucked by all the tribesmen, but he decided to fuck her himself.

“Your people fuck my woman! I fuck you! I punish you!”
“I haven’t done anything wrong! Let me go, please!”

The man cut a long swishy stick and removed the leaves.
“I punish!”
SWIIIISH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! NO, PLEEEEAASE! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

He flogged her breasts with the stick, leaving deep welts across the soft young flesh. Then he turned her sideways and flogged her buttocks…
SWIIIISH!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Don’t hurt me, pleeease!”

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!”