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Hello, little bird. You may not know it, but we have much in common you and I. You were born to fly free on the wind, but fate has betrayed you and now you live in a gilded cage. You are cared for but still a prisoner. I wonder, do you miss flying through the clouds? Or is the golden cage your home? I ask myself this often.I am Asius, a slave to the House of Quintus Lucius Antonius, Legatus Legionis of the Legio Primigenia. As the commander of an entire Legion, General Antonius is a very rich and powerful man in the armies of the Emperor Caligula.I was not yet a member of his household when he married the Lady Lucilla Aurelia. She was a young and beautiful woman who possessed both the looks and family connections that made her the perfect bride for the older Patrician. It was said that he was very proud to have her as his wife.Unfortunately for the General though, the gods are as meddlesome in the lives of the rich as they are in those of lesser men, and less than a year after their marriage, the Legio Primigenia was commanded to muster outside of the City and to march off to war in Germania.At the time of course, little of this was known to me. As a slave, I was told almost nothing of the important issues in the Empire, and even the small bits of news I did overhear in my duties didn’t concern me. In Rome, knowledge could be a very dangerous thing, especially for a slave with my particular gifts.So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a mere slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the most painful of ends.By the time my manhood had fully bloomed though, I had become quite skilled, and had also learned the value of having a short memory regarding the people I serviced. Romans generally thought nothing unusual about sexual deviance, but still, those who often indulged themselves were thought to be weak of spirit, and that was something no Roman was willing to risk.So it was that when my Master commanded me to be taken to Castrum Antonius, the palatial Villa of the Antonius family, I was not overly concerned. The Lady was known to be without her husband, and I was told that, as a demonstration of the strength of her fidelity, she planned on watching me ravish a slave girl in her presence. This was an act that was viewed among Romans as being quite noble, for when her husband returned, she would be all the more aroused and able to properly welcome him home.It was late on a warm afternoon when I was escorted to the Estate. Castrum Antonius was a large, sprawling Villa faced with shimmering marble and surrounded by lush gardens. Fountains topped by statues of heroes past, or the noble and mighty gods posing in their majesty, dotted the grounds and the sound of running water competed with the chirping of birds to fill the air with pleasant sounds.Slaves clad in white tunics scurried about the grounds, cleaning and maintaining the gardens. Dour guards in bronze armor stood here and there, keeping watch on the slaves, and ensuring no peasants made the mistake of encroaching into the sanctuary of the Estate.It was half way up a cobbled walk that meandered like a river of stone through the lush and manicured lawns of Castrum Antonius that I was handed over to the care of Syneros Antonius Domus, Master Slave and Majordomo of the House of Antonius. Syneros was a short and balding man, but though a slave himself, he spoke for the House in matters of business. This gave him great power, even over many free men who did business with the Antonius family.”I have him now,” Syneros said to my escorting guards. “I will have him delivered back to your Master in the morning.” Dismissing them with a wave, the short Majordomo pulled up in front of me with his arms at his waist and his chest puffed out. He was shorter by a foot than I, and much older, but his bearing was that of one in absolute command.For a long moment the man looked me over, making sure I would be suitable for his Mistress’s purposes. “You are built like a bull, Asius!” He said with a sudden and disarming smile. “The Mistress will be pleased by a strong muscular body such as yours.” Then he pointed to my loincloth. “Let it down and show me your cock.”My Master always made known my length and girth, as well as the muscular Şişli escort bayan condition of my body as a selling point to those I serviced, so I was not surprised by his interest. If I did not meet his expectations, I would have been sent away immediately. Modesty was also not allowed for a slave, so I nodded and quickly complied, revealing my semi-hard phallus to him right there in the courtyard.Syneros whistled softly as he watched my cock grow to the length of his forearm in my grip. “Your Master spoke the truth about you Asius! That cock would please Juno herself! Mistress Lucilla will be very pleased, and her slave girl Drusilla may not be able to walk in the morning! I might even be jealous of her if I were a younger man!” His laughter was contagious, and I quickly took a liking to the squat and blocky Majordomo.”Come,” he said with a wave of his hand. “The Mistress is waiting for you now.””Of course, master Syneros. I will do everything possible to please them both,” I replied with practiced formality. My reply was an unnecessary pleasantry though. We both knew I would have no other choice.Syneros took it in stride and led me to the House doors. “You were bathed before you came here, yes?””I was, sir,” I assured him.”Good. It wouldn’t do to bring you in smelling like a hairy barbarian!”The heavy oaken doors parted and then closed solidly behind us. Skylights and large archways leading to the center atrium lit the interior, and Syneros led me over the beautifully tiled mosaic floors until we reached the private chambers of his Mistress.Two guards in full armor stood watch at the doors, and upon seeing them Syneros stopped and faced me, just out of their earshot. Turning, he pretended to straighten my tunic and the leaned close to me.”You must do whatever the Mistress commands, but whatever happens, leave no seed in the girl’s womb, and make no marks on her body that will not heal. Your life depends on this, understand?”It was an ominous warning, especially in regards to a mere slave girl, but the look in the man’s eyes was deadly serious. Syneros held my gaze until I responded in an equally quiet whisper, “I will be certain neither happens.”Seemingly satisfied, Syneros stepped back and gestured for the guards to open the chamber doors. “Excellent Asius!” he said almost too loudly. “I find I am jealous of you tonight as well. Young Drusilla is quite beautiful and has not often been allowed to lie with a man. You are fortunate as slaves go Asius. There are worse tasks for a slave than fucking the poor girl until she passes out!”His boisterous laughter echoed off the marble walls, but did little to remove the unsettling fear his earlier warning had given me. Still, I smiled at the truth of his joke. As a slave I had been commanded to have all manner of sexual acts with both women and men, but commanded or not I always enjoyed it in the end. Besides, as Syneros had said, there were far worse duties I could have spent my life toiling at.The chamber was large and barely lit by oil lamps. Tapestries dyed in red and gold hung from the walls and thick, multi-colored rugs padded the floors, giving the room a feeling of warmth and softness. There was a large bed in the center of the far wall that was supported by a heavy wooden frame and beyond that was an archway leading to an antechamber. As I gazed in wonder I saw no one inside. The room appeared empty, and I could only assume my soon to be mate for the night awaited me elsewhere.Syneros retrieved a small bell from a shelf and rang it softly, announcing our presence.”Thank you, Syneros,” a female voice said from the antechamber. “Leave him and go. Tell the guards to admit no one.””Of course, Mistress,” Syneros replied and with a quick glance and a wry smile in my direction, he backed out of the room. The guards shut the heavy double doors and a moment later the sound of a heavy bar being set place resounded through the wood. I was now left alone with the Mistress of the house and her slave, and I knew I would be subject to whatever whim she may have. The moment of learning what deviances were planned for me always made my heart race. It was one filled with sexual excitement and potential danger, and my blood rushed in my ears as my heart pounded in my chest.”Asius. Remove your clothing and approach,” the same voice commanded.”Yes, Mistress.” I responded as I stripped nude and crossed the room toward the antechamber. When I rounded the corner I saw two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The Mistress Lucilla stood next to her slave. Her dark hair flowed down over her shoulders and even under the white linens of her stola, the woman’s version of a toga worn by the wealthy, I could easily see that her breasts Escort Sultangazi were large and full. Her body was firm and strong and the natural curves of her body only seemed to be accentuated by her clothing.As beautiful as she was though, she paled in comparison to the slave named Drusilla. The girl stood with her delicate back to me, naked except for a thin golden chain around her slim waist. Her arms were bound over her head and attached to a pole that rose from the floor, stretching her uncomfortably until she was forced to rise onto the balls of her feet. I’d seen such things before and my cock began to lengthen as I realized what her Mistress had in store for the slave girl that night.To her credit, Drusilla was trying to remain calm, but her arms and legs fidgeted against her will, and the delicate muscles under her flawless skin danced delightfully under the stress of her struggles. The flickering light from the lamps washed over her oiled skin, making her seem to glow in the darkness that otherwise enveloped the back of the chamber.My hope was that this perfect young woman would enjoy her coming torment as much as I knew I would in administering it. I knew from experience that we would both enjoy this far more if she did. I took no pleasure in my life from forcing another anymore than was absolutely necessary.Lady Lucilla strode up to me and smiled deviously as she grasped my cock in her small hands. She pulled on it rhythmically until I became fully erect, and it stood proudly from my loins.”His cock is magnificent Drusilla! He is going to reach right up into your womb with this! Turn girl! Gaze at this man! I cannot wait to see you writhing under him!” The girl turned toward me and her eyes grew wide, and her full lips quivered slightly as she beheld my size. “Oh gods’ blood Mistress! I’ve never seen such a thing on a man! What…how could I possibly take that inside me?”Lady Lucilla laughed. “Don’t be such a ninny girl. You can’t fool me. I know how much you want this!””Oh, I do. I do, I just didn’t expect…oh my gosh, he’s huge!””Tsk, tsk,” Lucilla scolded. “I think I should blindfold you so you won’t have to see it. Besides, we haven’t given you what you desired first, have we?” Lucilla drew a black cloth over her eyes and then whispered something to her trembling captive. A moment later the slave girl nodded, and then her Mistress stepped away and picked a cat o’ nine tails off of a hook on the wall.”Come Asius. Warm her back and bottom up. I want to see her dance under its bite!””Yes, Mistress,” I said as I took the cat from her. I tested it with a quick snap of my wrist and listened to its hiss as it cut through the air. The cat itself was lightly padded with wide ends that would not cut her skin. It wasn’t a tool for punishment, not for the average slave anyway. At least I could be sure I would not scar the girl, which, considering Syneros’s warning, was a relief. Nevertheless the thing was vicious, and used with intent, the whip would cause great pain on the bare skin of the girl’s back.I waited for the Mistress to step away and then I approached the trembling slave with the cat wrapped in my hand. Her body was shaking in fear, but there was also an undeniable excitement in her movements that made me want to lay the whip across her skin. I felt a hunger in my belly that clawed at my gut, and I cupped a bare breast in my hand.Drusilla flinched at the contact and backed into the pole she was tied to, but when I pinched the hardened bud of her nipple, she groaned in what could only be feral arousal. I pushed her chin upwards with the hard leather handle of the cat and brought my lips to her ear. “Listen to me, girl. I have no desire to hurt you. I can pull the blows so that they do little more than sting, but you must act as if it hurts far worse! Otherwise we may both be whipped!””No!” Drusilla quietly begged, “No please, spare me nothing. I want this! I need it more than you know!””Very well then. It will be as you desire. Turn and face the pole,” I ordered. I then ran my hand down her spine and she squirmed in fearful arousal at my touch. Her skin was flawless and milky white. I marveled at this, partially because of her beauty, but also because she had not a single scar on her back. This seemed so odd to me. No slave, not even a favored house slave, should have avoided punishment, but somehow she had. Syneros’s words returned to me and I wondered why it was that she was being so protected that she had never truly been beaten.The shapely globes of her ass were equally flawless, and on a whim I caressed both cheeks, enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin. “Incredible,” I murmured, and then I reached between her legs and drew my finger into Taksim escort her wetness. She was hot and moist and gasped in surprised arousal as my finger slid through her folds. When her thighs parted ever so slightly, I had no more doubts of her willingness to be at my mercy.I admit it was with great anticipation that I stepped back and raised the whip. Drusilla was still trembling, but she held her body out for me as if she were inviting the cat to taste her skin. I brought the tails down on her bottom and they slapped loudly in nine different spots. The girl jumped in surprise and a garbled yelp of pain issued from her lips. The second landed lower, drawing red lines over the back of her thighs.The girl winced at the bite and her legs failed her, leaving her dangling helplessly by her wrists. I waited for her to regain her footing and then commanded her to spread her legs.”Ye..Yes I will. Please…please…!”She may have been begging for mercy, but the determined and hungry expression on her face said more than her pleas. Pleas that were turned to garbled screams as I brought the cat up hard and laid it across her sex. The whip snapped loudly again and angry welts rose along the inside of her thighs as her body jerked deliciously. She writhed on her tether, spinning and trying to defend her slender body in the useless dance of one being tormented. I laid the cat over her thighs again, and she gasped and yelped in pain as her legs failed her once more, leaving her helpless in her binds.Her breasts were bouncing from her desperate movements and her nipples hardened to stone. They were luscious and firm and I grinned evilly as I laid the tails across them, causing her to cry out in pain.Drusilla was whimpering and sweat poured down her body. I looked toward her Mistress to judge if I should continue. I expected to see her in feral enjoyment, but the Mistress’s face was contorted in fear! To see her so was disturbing, and I hesitated, waiting to see if she would command me to stop. The moments passed until finally the Mistress, who was looking past me to her slave, seemed to wilt and then gestured for me to continue! It was frightening to see a great noblewoman act in this way. This was her test though, and if she bade me continue, I had no choice but to do so!I turned back to Drusilla and saw that she had regained her feet and had once again turned to offer herself to my whip. I knew then she had not surrendered, but I also knew that with the pain must come pleasure, lest it truly turn to torture. I came up behind her and caressed the welts, rubbing the heat from her skin. The slave girl moaned at my touch as my fingers roamed over her body. Her arousal was as honest as it was palpable, and this fact served to stoke my own.Roughly, I lifted one of her legs and her sex opened to me. I then grasped my rampant erection and brought the turgid head to her wetness. “Is this what you want?” I snarled as I pressed into her.”Oh gods yes!” she screamed as my thickness spread her hole and drove into her channel. She was incredibly tight, but her juices flowed freely and my cock sank a third of the way into her. Her weight was supported only on one leg and it trembled violently as I drew back, so I spun her to face me and then wrapped my arm around her waist.To me, she seemed almost weightless as I lifted her high and then let her sink onto my cock. Instinctively she wrapped her legs about my waist and drew herself onto me. Strangled groans came up from deep in her chest, and I began to fuck her taunt body hard while she dangled helplessly from her wrists.I could see her eyes grow wide and roll back as she felt my girth open her passage more than it ever had. I bounced her up and down on my cock and her thighs flexed in time, guiding her along the length of my shaft. Drusilla whimpered in lustful gasps each time I slid into her and soon enough had most of my penis sliding into her body.Suddenly she convulsed almost violently, and her muscles became tense as a strangled cry escaped her lips! I felt her sex grip and pulse on my cock, and rivulets of her juice began running over my balls.I held her low in my lap while she came so that my cock could caress her deeply. When she finally regained her breath though, I withdrew.”I have not been commanded to stop,” I whispered in her ear. “Know that after the pain, there is more pleasure to come.””Oh gods, I didn’t know, I didn’t know it would be like this. How could I?” Her words trailed off into garbled confusion and she stumbled slightly as she regained her feet, but once standing, she again exposed her back to me and bent slightly in invitation to my whip.I glanced at the Mistress only to see her gently fondling her breast and then she nodded her head, bidding me to continue her slave’s torment.By now I confess that I was less concerned about the slave girl’s plight. She had aroused me to a point beyond control and I desired to see her quiver and dance at the touch of the cat.
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