When In Rome - Sex Stories

When In Rome

... Cassius was expecting her, but even if she hadn't forgotten, it wasn't like she could have told her father 'no.' Lykos expected complete obedience from all of the women he owned, and she was no exception. The fact that she shared his bl**d made no difference to him. Her mother has been a slave. That made her a slave as well. Her b*****r's slaves had been furious when she'd arrived late. They were usually gentle with her as they prepared her for him, but not this time. She wasn't the only one who would be punished, even though it was her fault alone. So they'd bathed her with water far too close to scalding, scrubbed her skin with wire brushes until she was bright pink and begging them to stop. They had been gentle when they held her legs open to shave her, though. Cassius would have been livid if they'd marred her skin before he got his hands on her. Now she knelt, freezing on the stone floor. Her skin had been freshly lotioned so it would be supple and soft under his hands, and his cane or whip. Her hair was still damp, curling softly around her face. She trembled, from both cold and fear as the door opened. How angry would he be with her? She tried to keep her eyes trained on the floor, but he was undressing. He didn't look at her or speak to her as he took off his clothing. He never did. It was their secret little game. She'd pretend like she wasn't watching him, and he'd pretend like he didn't notice. It was the only disobedience he allowed. She dropped her eyes as he ...

... stalked over to her, as he stood in front of her. His cock was hard already, long and thick and curved slightly to the left, bigger than their other four b*****rs' cocks. Even far bigger than their father's. She reminded herself not to lick her lips. She had to obey, even though she craved him. Even though she was terrified of him. He didn't speak even as he unhooked the chain from her collar and jerked her to her feet. She could tell he was furious; his body hummed with pent-up rage and her stomach dropped into her feet. Would this be the day he lost control? Would this be the day she met the side of her b*****r that the entire Republic was terrified of? They were both frightened and reverent of him, Rome's own personal God of Death in mortal flesh. He pushed her hard against the apparatus he'd had made especially for her body, and strung her arms up and tied them high above her head with coarse ropes. She was facing away from him, her arms tied just high enough that she could barely stand on the tips of her toes. A belt circled her waist, preventing her from any freedom of movement. She didn't even have time to brace herself before the first blow. It was the cane. And it landed across the backs of her legs, just under her ass with a stinging thwack. She hissed in air, it felt like a line the length of the cane had been sliced with a straight razor. It burned, even more than usual, on her icy skin. She whimpered. Five more hits followed, each one harder and more painful than ...