“All the way in, bitch!
“This is even better than I dreamt it would be, blondie. Your pucker is almost strangling my tool! Who knew all your exercise at the gym would strengthen your sphincter, too.
“With my cock jammed up your whipped butt, with my prick savagely reaiming out your asshole, this is how you are doing the best work you even can do as a woman! Nothing you can do with your sloppy cunt and no amount of sucking with your whore mouth can ever be better than the pleasure you can provide a man by squirming around while he rapes you up the ass!”
I FEEL SO FULL! MY PUSSY HAS THAT THING IN IT AND MY ASS… HE’S SPLITTING ME APART! I MUST BE BLEEDING! I’M GOING TO DIE! OHHH, IT HURTS SO MUCH!
“Cry for me, girl… cry while I take your anal cherry! Do you know that there are men who allow a bitch to rub her clit while they do this to her? There are even wimps who rub the bitch’s clit themselves! What kind of sick, pussy whipped faggot would want to make it easier on a girl who has got his sausage stuffed up her butt?”
Olivia wiggled her bottom back and forth, bounced it up and down, at least as much as the belt that restrained her to the rail of the saw horse would permit. In spite all of her effort, her anus remained firmly impaled on the man’s dick.
Out! Shit! I’ve got to get his cock out of me! Out! It hurts!
She tried jerking her hips forward, tried climbing onto the horse. The man’s dick stayed planted up her backside.
Noo! Nooo! It’s like he jammed a hot curling iron up my bum! Can’t I shake it out?
But the man’s thick rod stayed right where it was, filling her sore ass with a burn like the fires of hell had been lit up in her wrenched open anus.
I can feel every twitch of his dick… and they all hurt!
It seemed like her guts were pressing up into her lungs, pushing out the air. She tried to breathe deep to fill her lungs, tried to breathe to survive, but the belt that cinched down so hard around her waist and the ball gag in her mouth restricted her breathing. Panting through her nose, she could not get enough air. Fear increased Olivia’s pain, and pain increased Olivia’s fear.
Her eyes then locked with the girl’s. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Claire. What did you think was going to happen when you showed up in my class all sweet and innocent, with those big brown puppy dog eyes and wet pouty kewpie-doll lips … ‘oh teach me, teach me Ms. Swanson! I’ll do my best, Ms. Swanson! You just ignore my killer body and super-cute face the way I do, Ms. Swanson! Let’s pretend that every boy, and most of the girls, don’t wanna fuck me, Ms. Swanson! Who, little ol’ innocent pure-as-the-driven-snow-me, Ms. Swanson?’”
The words hit Claire like slaps, making her eyes water, her eyelids quiver, and then blink, her expression crumbling into agonized despair. Her head screwed on her neck, tears pouring out onto the carpet as her body was wracked by shuddering sobs.
“Oh no,” cried Dorothy Swanson, running over to kneel by Claire’s head. “Did I upset you, dear?” She took Claire’s face in her hands, forcing the girl to look back up at her. “Did I make sweet little snookums cry?” The Holden girl’s eyes fluttered as she tried to keep, or lose, her sanity.
“That’s the least of it, bitch,” the woman promised. “I don’t like girls who act like you, all sweetness and light. You look like a sex doll, so that’s just what you’re gonna be. You’re ours now, body, face, and soul, and we’re gonna keep you nice and safe.” Claire was crying in earnest as the woman kneed the man lightly in the shoulder. “You almost done?”
“Give me a minute,” he grunted. “Shit, I already screwed her three times today!”
“Good boy,” Ms. Swanson commended. She squeezed Claire’s face. “Now, that’ll teach you, baby.” Then she rocked back and watched as he curled his arms under the girl’s shoulders, sunk his fingers into the grooves made by her collar bones, and started humping her like a rabid dog.
Imperial Rome, the mightiest, the most decadent Empire in history. A place where a man with unbridled ambition can sate his craving for domination and glut his desires as he desires. A place where a woman from barbarian Britannia is nothing more than a plaything, a fuck-tool to sate the lust of the men who have already conquered the world.
Two thousand miles from Rome, the legions rest after the battle of Viroconium. Now that Boudicca has been defeated, the revenge of the legions will be savage. Just one daughter of the Iceni queen remains and now Suetonius will return her to Rome for Nero’s pleasure.
“Teach her to respect Rome,” orders the victorious general. “Take her, whip and use her every day! Show her that the Romans know how to fuck their bitches until they beg for Roman cocks to fill all of their holes!”
“Now there is no escape from your fate, bitch,” says her lord and owner. “How dare you shame me before the Emperor? I have decided that you are to be reduced to the lowest of the low. Fuck-toy, slave to my slaves, you will be the reward for all of my slaves when they need a hole to screw.”
She feels the pincers close on her tender flesh and screams as the branding iron kisses the bruised skin of her thighs to leave her owner’s mark where every cock will pass on its way to her helpless cunt.
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.”
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!”
The deliveryman dragged the groaning girl to her knees, cupped the back of her head, and shoved her face down onto his cock.
It stabbed into the hole in her mouth like a knife into a scabbard. The crown hit the back of her throat, setting off her gag reflex, but he didn’t let go as she twisted and choked. In a trice, the teacher was there, grabbing the back of the girl’s neck while jamming her other hand deep into her bra.
“There, there, dear,” she crooned into Claire’s ear as she mauled a tit. “Take it … take it all, like a good girl.”
One of Dotty’s hands was back in the girl’s shirt as she leaned down on Claire’s back while thrusting the warming, whirring wanker up into her over and over and over again.
Claire was sweating profusely, her shirt all but transparent, her legs vibrating. Drool poured out of her yanked-open mouth, splashing the deliveryman’s lap and splattering the floor around his chair. Mucous streamed out of her nostrils and a steady stream of tears coursed down her cheeks. She didn’t even feel Swanson’s fingers leaving her chest, but she certainly felt them find her clit.
The girl twitched in place as the teacher expertly stimulated her student as only a fellow female could.
Claire began to twist her torso, her mouth locked to his cock and her knees seemingly nailed to the kitchen floor. She began to rhythmically grunt in hysteria as her skin reddened.
Relaxed and comfortable, Sanchez approached the redhead. He knew this was the right choice, the perfect girl with whom he could continue and expand his abuse of Olivia, a lovely bitch to feed to his monster of a cock.
After walking through the darkness, Sanchez came into the light cast by the headlamps of Madison’s Ford Mustang. The girl was still looking at the poster she had stapled to the pole when the man moved unnoticed behind her. His hand gripped a black jack as his muscular arm swung up quickly from his side.
With brutal strength Sanchez smacked the red haired girl across the back of her head.
“Lights out, slut.”
Sanchez moved in, stooped, and caught the collapsing cutie on his shoulder. She was light as a feather to him.
Driving with one hand, Sanchez kept rubbing his dick. His eyes couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror at the way the curves of his fresh slavegirl made hills under the blanket.
The drive to his shack in the desert took some time.
“Time goes awful slow when you’ve got such a rapeable beauty in the back of your truck. But I bet time is about to go a lot slower for this little cunt when she wakes up tied down in my cellar. Ha!”
As he left the city and gained speed, the wind swirling into the pickup bed lifted the blanket off Madison bit by bit, revealing more and more of the girl to her captor.
“Two girls. Two helpless bitches. Two asses to punish. Two pairs of tits to abuse. Two sets of holes to fuck. Two screaming mouths.”
His dick throbbed in his pants, but his foot remained steady on the accelerator.
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.
“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!”
Being in the top 1% has so many advantages that it would be impossible to list them all, but the best of these advantages is having the money to buy yourself whoever you want… even if they’re not for sale. Humphrey Victarion is a fat, old business man and a philanthropist who donates millions every year to various charities. Though he’s accumulated billions of dollars and owns several multinational corporations, no one has ever looked twice at Humphrey; he’s just an unassuming businessman. Or so the rest of the world believes.
But in the privacy of his mansion, Humphrey Victarion goes by a different name. A name that echoes throughout the house in the screams of its many captives and a name that brings women to tears when it’s whispered in the darkness…
Vicky began shivering violently as she watched the red embers flare to life in the darkness as Lord Vicious took another long drag on the cigar. Poor Vicky was only a secretary at one of the buildings Lord Vicious owned, but once she’d caught his eye there was nothing she could do to save herself. She’d been asked to stay late by her boss and then, while walking to her car in the now abandoned parking garage, she’d been taken. Now she was in Lord Vicious’s parlor room, in almost complete darkness. The only light came from the flickering of a few candles and the burning embers of the cigar.
“Well my dear, you look even more lovely without your clothes on.” Humphrey laughed. “I wonder if you even remember me… you barely gave me a glance when I walked in the door. Now look at you, you’re so terrified you can’t take your eyes off me.”
“Please, sir, whoever you are… just let me go! I haven’t seen your face, I can’t identify you. Just let me go and I won’t tell anybody.” Vicky cried, shrinking back further into the shadows to hide her nakedness.
Humphrey struck a match and the brief flash of light revealed his cold, grinning face. His thick black mustache was curled into a perverse imitation of a smile, and a cold eye stared out from behind the crystal lens of his monocle.
“Please don’t call the cops! My boyfriend… he just needed one part for his car and… and I told him I could get it for him. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll leave!” Mandy cried.
“Oh I’m not gonna be calling the cops. You’re not the first person to try sneaking in here and stealing from me. The fucking cops never do anything about it.” Leeroy snarled as he hauled the weeping girl into his garage. “No, you’re gonna fucking pay for that part you tried to steal.”
“But… but I don’t have any money.” Mandy said.
“Well I know another way you can pay.” Leeroy said, and began tearing her t-shirt off her body, tearing huge chunks of fabric away with his calloused hands.
“NOOO! What are you DOING!? STOP!” Mandy said, clinging onto her bra now that her t-shirt was in tatters.
Leeroy viciously backhanded her across the face and tore the bra off as easily as the shirt. His hands latched onto her full, heaving tits, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as he squeezed and twisted her soft orbs.
Tears were running down Wendy’s face as she shivered in agony, the rope cutting between her legs was so tight it was crushing her tiny clit and sawing between her delicate lips, even through her panties.
Why had she stopped for directions here? She should have kept driving and taken her chances instead of stopping at this crusty old service station.
“Well hon, I don’t think I know where Carlstown is, but I do know where the most sensitive parts of a lady are hidden. Now I may be getting on in years, so it takes a lot for my cock to get hard, which means you’re in for lots of… erh… ’foreplay’ I think you ladies call it. Aren’t you lucky?” The mono-toothed hillbilly said as he began digging through his toolbox.