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Roman Holiday
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Set in ancient Roman times, this is a story of a slave
girl's chance of freedom. (FF, F/beast, orgy, rom, inc,
nc, oral)
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"Slave!"
Miriam froze in trepidation and felt the wine slop
around in the amphora she was carrying. She feared what
was to come next and hoped that she wasn’t in trouble.
"Put that down and come here."
She hurried to put the wine down, resting the amphora
against the wall. Her slave torc swung free from her
loose necked gown and banged against her breastbone.
Her fear grew in exponential leaps. Normally, she was
ignored and left to her house duties, flitting from
room to room almost unseen, while she performed her
labours under the Housemaids direction.
She knew that Antonius had been drinking all day. One
or two of the slaves had reported his increasing
drunkenness and advised that it would be best to avoid
him altogether. Miriam wasn’t given the choice. Ptolemy
had given her the order to take the wine into his
private chambers.
With her eyes downcast, she approached her master as he
lay on the slightly raised dais, covered with silks and
cushions. The smell of him assaulted her nose. He had
obviously pissed himself and not bothered to clean up
the mess or wash. She trembled and stood at the foot of
the dais with her hands clasped at her lap. She looked
forlorn and her trembling was pronounced and the shift
she wore accentuated her trepidation as it shivered.
"Get me more wine." He shoved his Ivory flagon at her
and shook it, slopping the residue of his last drink
over the sides to splash over the silk cloth that
covered the decking and stain the delicate yellow a
deep red.
Miriam grasped the proffered cup and hurried to fill it
with his favoured Greek sweet wine. Carefully, she
poured from an earthenware amphora that rested in an
iron stand beside the dais and then returned the filled
flagon to him. She never once lifted her eyes and made
no sound. Keeping her head down, she offered the cup to
him above her head with both hands, trying to keep it
steady. It was taken from her and she prepared to leave
him and complete her tasks.
"Stay." He lifted the edge of his stained toga and
pulled his dirty loincloth to one side. His flaccid
cock swung lazily at eye level, his smell was almost
overpowering and it was as much as she could do to stop
herself from gagging.
"Do it." He commanded in a bored sounding voice. "Do it
now."
Her heart sank even as she opened her mouth to accept
him. It was her first time in this household to be used
in this manner. She had hoped that it wouldn’t happen
and hoped that she had left it all behind when she was
sold from Alexander’s household.
His limp cock tasted awful. She thought she would throw
up and knew she would either be killed or beaten
severely if she did. Somehow, she fought the
instinctive urge to gag and sucked him to stiffness.
After a few minutes, he started to buck against her
mouth and with no warning or sound, emptied his balls
into her mouth. Miriam held the foul seed to one side
of her mouth and hoped he wouldn’t want to see proof
that she had swallowed it. She was spared.
"Go away." He ordered her and didn’t expect an answer.
She hurried from the chamber and spat his vile
excretion into a decorative urn. At eighteen years of
age, she had become used to the treatment of her
various tormentors in the form of owners.
Unseen, a veiling curtain swished silently as the
observer of the sad tableau retreated into the
darkness.
Miriam’s short life had been a sad indictment of modern
times. Her Mother and Father had lived in the poorer
section of Judea. His business as a sandal maker,
hardly fed them while her mother’s laundry went to
repaying a loan to Uncle Joshua. Just after her eighth
birthday, her mother had died suddenly.
Faced with ruin and trying to keep three mouths fed,
clothed and housed. Her father came to what he
considered the obvious solution. Miriam, being a
daughter, was sold to her Uncle as a housemaid and full
repayment for the longstanding debt. Her two brothers
stayed with her Dad who moved away to another village.
They lost touch very quickly.
Uncle Joshua didn’t really need a housemaid, but her
youthful body appealed to his other nature. Although
she had not yet started to develop her breasts or grow
hair, he used her on a nightly basis. At aged ten, she
had an abortion. Her Uncle’s seed had taken root, which
was not surprising. By now, her body had started to
fill out and she had started to menstruate.
The abortion was done by a back street Quack who really
only knew how to bleed people as a cure-all, but the
proffered money helped him forget his lack of surgical
knowledge. Miriam’s reproductive system was damaged in
the brutal operation; she would never menstruate again
or be able to bear a child.
Believing her to be a drain on his considerable
finances, Uncle Joshua sold her to an Egyptian slaver.
She was now a lithe twelve year old, with the advantage
of a fully developed body, conditioned to labour and
well formed.
The slaver took her to the markets as a neuter. I title
that carried the promise of screwing the girl without
the problems of unwanted pregnancies. It raised her
price a little, but not by much. The Trader had used
her body, at every nightly opportunity, on the six-
month journey to Egypt. She was fucked in every orifice
and became used to the assault of her young body.
A woman, who wanted a companion for the lonely nights,
bought her. Her husband was a government tax collector
and spent many nights away from home while he set the
tithes and collected the awards. For the first time
since the death of her mother, Miriam found gentleness
and even a little love.
Her mistress and her male friends cared for her, a
little too much for the husbands liking, thinking her
to be an evil spirit and influence on his unfaithful
wife. After five and a half years, she was sold again
into the household of Alexander who thankfully, was
only interested in young boys. She didn’t stay very
long there and was sold on to Antonius, her present
situation.
She still carried the torc of a neutered slave, wearing
it like a brand of ownership and status. Some of the
torcs placed around the necks of the slaves held
elevated positions. Although owned by a household, they
had a certain amount of freedom, often forming
alliances similar to unions, setting rules for the
conditions of their ownership.
Modern day Rome encouraged this freedom, believing that
a happy slave was a productive slave and less likely to
run away or be troublesome. Toa degree, it worked, but
first, the slave had to prove their worth. The majority
didn’t make the grade and either continued as a drudge
to their owners and the elevated slaves as well, or
died in an effort to win freedom.
Ptolemy, an Egyptian slave of indeterminate age, ran
the household. His heavily tattooed and scarred body
always glistened with oil and his muscles rippled under
his black skin. The rest of the household were slaves
of varied races. None had any standing and lived in
fear of Ptolemy.
A story of how he tracked a runaway down and dragged
them back by the hair, was a popular scare tactic. The
story went on to various graphic descriptions of how he
slowly killed them for the amusement of Antonius.
Whether it was true or not didn’t matter too much, the
implied threat was enough of a deterrent.
Antonius was married to Janus. She had very little to
do with the slaves or the household, passing her time
in different consortiums of similar women who were
disenfranchised and had nothing to occupy their lives.
As a club, they sought entertainment in any way they
could. Every so often though, she would arrange a
party, usually for holy days and the house would be
turmoil until it was over.
Janus had one passion, a pathological hatred of
Antonius and a deep-seated jealousy of his frequent
liaisons with the younger slaves of either sex. More
than one slave died mysteriously during the night, but
there were always replacements cheap enough and
abundant in the markets. It was only Antonius’s
position on the senate that stopped Janus from
poisoning him. She was past her prime and would miss
the wealth and position of privilege.
Miriam returned to the kitchen and was ordered to
assist the cooks who were preparing the evening meal.
Talking among the slaves was prohibited, so the next
two hours passed with no words spoken, just gestures
and grunts.
Later, she found her bed, a straw pallet in the
outhouse with several of the other young slaves. Miriam
regularly shared her pallet with a young African girl.
Neither could speak a common language, but their need
for comfort and support was a universal want.
Miriam carefully slipped of her woollen shift and
helped Amole with hers over her head. Amole was about
eighteen, and had filled out as she grew taller. Petite
breasts jutted out at Miriam’s eye level. The girl’s
blackness was highlighted in the thin light from their
oil lamp. The dark aureole around small hard nipples,
pimpled in the coolness of the late night air that
gently blew through the un-glazed window port.
They knelt, facing each other, naked and tenderly held
each other in an embrace of love and mutual need.
Miriam kissed Anole’s lips and held her breast in the
palm of her hand. The pimpled aureole puckered and
hardened under her slowly circulating hand. Anole
moaned quietly in Miriam’s ear as she nibbled her lobe.
Their heat passed between them and a light perspiration
beaded on their skin.
Miriam sought for Anole’s mons, feeling the coarse
pubic hair tangle slightly in her chipped nails and
rough skin of her fingers. Slowly, she worked her hand
lower and found Anole’s hot sex and slipped a finger
between her lips and found her budding clit. Anole was
unusual in this. Her Father had not had her cut as was
the general custom, Anole’s shrouded clit remained in
tact and hardened to Miriam’s tender touch.
For some time, they remained kneeling, gently probing
each other’s pussies and exploring each other’s
breasts, their heat building into a raging desire for
release. Eventually, they lay, breast to breast and
kissed each other, tongue massaging tongue and fingers
working each other to a crescendo of carnal lust.
Miriam broke first, catching her breath as Anole’s
fingers invaded her and found that ridged hard place
just inside her, hooking into the pad and bringing her
to the point of soaking the pallet and Anole’s fingers
in a rush of orgasm. Settling her breathing and raging
pulse, she kissed Anole’s throat and worked over her
breasts, taking first one, then the other nipple into
her mouth and manipulating each with her tongue and
teeth. She travelled on, nipping skin lightly in a
teasing pattern that worked towards her prize.
Anole spread her legs and lifted her hips in an upward
thrust in a desperate attempt to get Miriam’s mouth to
her moistened and needy sex. Miriam supported her,
slipping her free hand under the girls arse and flicked
her tongue tip over her engorged clit. It brought a
gasp from her partner and an impossible pelvic thrust
that arched her back in contortionistic pose.
She clamped her mouth over the girls soaking cunt and
sucked her clit into her mouth, which drove her over
the edge and into an immediate, crashing orgasm that
ripped through her and resulted in a gush of girl
cream. Miriam licked and drank from her partner and
continued to massage the girl’s clit with her tongue
while fucking her with two fingers.
Anole couldn’t hold on, her second and most powerful
orgasm announced its self with a gush of cum and a
pelvic thrust against Miriam’s fingers. Then, little
rushes, that diminished as Anole’s body and nerves
settled down again.
Anole, once she had calmed, began with Miriam’s
breasts, a particularly sensitive area. Sucked and
kneading her flesh, teasing her nipples and tweaking
them to a raging hardness. Miriam wanted her orgasm
quickly though, already on a high from her success of
bringing anole off. Anole went straight to sucking her
clit and biting the little nub of nerve endings while
finger fucking her cunt and anus simultaneously.
It always brought Miriam to a shattering climax,
tonight was no exception. Her breath became ragged as
two fore fingers manipulated her ‘G’ spot and a third
finger entered her anus and wriggled against her
tailbone. In a very short time, Miriam had to stuff her
hand into her mouth to stop from screaming. She came in
a golden gush that hit Anole’s hand and splashed back
over her mons and stomach.
Stated, they slept in each other’s arms until the next
morning’s cockcrow.
Life settled down and Miriam became part of the team
and kept her nighttime lover. Her lowly status kept her
in the kitchens mostly, but every so often, she would
have to attend the house. Inevitably, she came into
contact with Antonius and inevitably; he took advantage
of her and every time, they were observed by the silent
witness.
A year slipped by, borne on a daily ritual of duties,
until…
The kitchens had been taken over by a team of
specialist caterers. Janus was hosting a party and
planned for it to be the biggest of the season.
Caligula was invited and word had it that the ‘Little
General’ intended to appear. It would be a great honour
to Antonius, but more, Janus would step up the social
ladder and had a better chance of grasping a spot in
the elite ranks.
If she could ensconce her self in those vaulted climes,
her marriage to Antonius would be less of a need. It
wouldn’t matter if he suddenly died. It was quite
fashionable to eliminate ones husband in those circles
and install a whole team of lovers.
The slaves had been given a hot bath. Under the
watchful eye of Ptolemy, they visited the public
aquadome and bathed in the luxuriously heated water.
Janus had instructed that they were to serve the food
clothed only in a small piece of leather that just
covered their genitals, all held together with a bead
of cowrie shells on strings.
They were to be bathed and oiled with scented essences
from India. Sepia was used to colour the light skinned
slaves while the Africans had their skin burnished to a
polished shine. She wanted the party to be just right
and had planned it for weeks. It wouldn’t hurt if a
show of wealth was put on and having oiled, semi-naked
slaves was just one of the small details that made all
the difference to mediocre or outstanding.
The walled garden that surrounded their villa was set
out with silk covered scatter cushions and low tables
were arranged in a circle. Everyone was to be able to
see each other and watch the various entertainments. An
awning was erected to shade the guests from the worst
of the sun. It gave an amber hue to the revellers,
accentuated the sepia colouring of the slaves and
successfully muted the harsh light.
The food was extravagant. Fruit sat in flat trays and
was eaten between courses. Platter after platter was
brought in by the salves, each more exuberant than the
last. Swan stuffed with goose, duck and quail
especially imported from Gaul was the penultimate dish
brought before Caligula who was placed as the honoured
guest, but the triumph was a whole water buffalo,
cooked in its skin and stuffed with wild boar from the
Germanics.
The guests applauded and heaped praise on Antonius.
Everyone knew that Janus had organised the event, but
he had provided the money.
The entertainment during the feast had been provided by
a group of musicians partially hidden to one side
behind a pergola. They had been set as background
accompaniment to allow the guests to talk and not have
to shout, but a shrill note from a bull horn pierced
the evening air and brought chatter to a sudden stop.
It announced the evenings main entertainments.
A troupe of Jugglers entered into the centre of the
ring followed by exotic dancers from the Orient. Flame
swallowers and dwarves cavorted and performed their
feats. The audience dutifully clapped and rewarded the
performers with small coins.
A tall African woman entered into the melee of
performers and stood rigid and still while they danced
and sang their way out of the ring. The music stopped
and she stood, alone and naked in the middle. Silence
and intrigue eventually ensued. She had stood without
moving, without any sign of recognition to the crowd.
Then, two black men brought in a huge python, laid it
on the ground at her feet and retreated to the side.
A sound, just above hearing began. A humming without
break for breath gradually increased in volume and
pitch. A single note that became imperceptively louder
until it seemed that it came from the heart of each
observer. The timbre and vibration felt like it came
from the chest of each person, such was the resonance
of the note coming from the African woman who still had
yet to move from her statuesque pose.
Having captured her audience’s attention, she began to
sway. It began with a slow hip sway that hypnotically
drew the watchers eye to her hairless mound. Only her
lower body moved as if she were disjointed from the
belly up and knees down. Gradually, the tempo increased
and her humming became higher in pitch. Somehow, she
was breathing in while still making the constant hum.
The movement also captured the python’s attention. Its
snout with its heat sensory pits, quested for the
disturbance and source of interest. Its head rose from
the coiled body and began to sway in time with her
belly. To the audience, it looked as if they were
dancing in a synchronised pattern.
Eventually, the reptile’s snout was at waist height and
swaying with the woman. It had closed the gap between
them and now was flat on her skin. They danced like
this for a while until, with an ear splitting scream,
the woman back flipped away and the snake collapsed
into a boneless heap to be carried off by the two who
had brought it in.
For a few moments, the silence of the audience was
complete, as if they had also been mesmerised by the
woman’s dance and humming. Then they clapped as one,
the spell broken. Conversations started up again. The
semi-naked slaves, also spellbound by the performance,
galvanised into action and replenished goblets and
carried fruit to the partygoers.
Something subtle had changed though, a new sexual
tension wafted on the warm Italian breeze.
Conversations turned to more personal advertisements of
willingness to mate. Caligula was famous for his carnal
pursuits and deviances. It was a feature of Roman
Senate life, that a party without Caligula was no
party. He was the honoured guest and could, and did,
fuck anyone. It seemed her cared not a whit what sex
his partner was. Any, and all ages were victims of his
voracious appetite.
His favourite pleasure though, was to watch others at
his direction. Mother and Son, Father and Daughter or
same sex incest were his favourites. Most of the Senate
and Nobility had become wise to his predilections and
managed to ship their children to someplace else just
in case.
Janus knew how these things went and had prepared for
it. Her next entertainers were heralded as exotic
dancers, a thinly disguised misnomer for group sex. The
dancers entered into the ring, naked except for some
diaphanous material that only served to heighten
interest in their lithe and supply bodies.
The music started slowly, producing handclaps in time,
but gradually increased in tempo until the eight bodies
writhed in a frenzy of oiled and naked sex. Two women
of the troupe each had a partner, while the other four
men joined in a line, connected to one an other by
their cocks in each others arses, forming a human
chain.
Caligula loved the spectacle and clapped his
appreciation of Janus’s efforts. The dancers either
feigned or achieved orgasm and filled out of the ring,
their ears ringing with the clapping and shouts of
appreciation. Their hands clutched the coins thrown by
the voyeuristic watchers.
A woman came in next, with a black panther on a leash.
Her performance was mildly sexual and served to cool
the tension of the audience. Janus had thought that the
partygoers needed to be cooled before leaving for their
homes. She had anticipated that they would be more than
ready at this point, but she miscalculated the excesses
these Romans could go to.
"Antonius. What else have you to tempt us with my
friend?" Caligula’s voice cut through the chilled night
air like a knife through his heart.
"Well Caesar, the entertainments have all been the
design of Janus. I had no part in the planning so I am
just as eager as you to see what is next.
Janus stared at Antonius, a look of pure hate and then
malice. In her derangement she blamed her husband for
all of her problems, believing him to be plotting
against her. How could he have dropped her into the
public gaze of Caligula? Did he want to humiliate her
so badly in front of Caesar and the collective
nobility? But, then, an idea hit her with such clarity,
that she wondered how she hadn’t thought of it before.
"My Caesar." She began while performing her act of
submission with her hand over her heart and a bow from
the waist.
"My Noble Husband seems to have an insatiable lust for
sexual entertainments, indeed, when he is not in my
bed, he often takes pleasure in our slaves. His likes
seem to run to a certain Jewish girl we have. Think not
though, that it is from any lack of willingness on my
part, Oh no, just that he likes, shall we say, a more
demure figure."
Her eyes shone in triumph. At last she could get her
own back for all the times she had silently witnessed
Antonius fuck the little slaves whore’s mouth.
"I am sure he would be honoured to demonstrate his
singularly unique techniques for your pleasure." Her
revenge complete, she backed away from the light and
left the prospect on the cooling air for Caligula’s
consideration.
"So Antonius." Caligula turned to his host. "Where is
this little Jewish treasure eh?"
Antonius was mortified. He didn’t know Janus knew of
his infrequent explorations of Miriam’s mouth with his
prick. But, more than that, performing anything in the
exalted company he was in now was far from a
comfortable idea.
"Ah, Caesar, she is nothing really, just a slave of no
import. I can’t even remember the last time we dallied,
it is a rare thing."
"Capital! Then you will enjoy the experience as we
shall enjoy the show." Caligula’s smile didn’t reach
his eyes. Coldly, they sized Antonius up and found him
wanting, as most of the Senate did. Too many old men,
too many plots and intrigues weaved patterns in their
viperous midst. He distrusted them and any opportunity
like this was a rare thing indeed.
Antonius was trapped and panic set in. His tremulous
voice instructed someone to fetch the girl. He had no
way out, but silently vowed to have Janus meet a
violent and untimely accident.
Miriam was marched into the ring; her loincloth was
pulled from her oiled, sepia and sweat covered body.
Naked, she stood, head bowed in deference to her piers.
She was not conscious of her nakedness. It mattered
little to her, her body belonged to her and Anole,
nobody and nothing could violate that secret place they
shared.
"Well Antonius, here is your prize, let us see how well
you perform with the Jew." He couldn’t help the sneer
in his voice.
Antonius approached and instructed her to kneel. He
pulled his crimson toga to one side and waited for her
to begin sucking him as they normally did, but Caligula
had other ideas.
"Take your clothes off Senator." Antonius complied and
shucked off his toga. The reaction was not what he had
expected. Suddenly, the whole group of colleagues and
friends began to laugh, pointing at his puny dick and
laughing the harder as he tried to cover his
embarrassment with podgy hands.
Caligula eventually got his fit of giggles under
control and through tears of mirth, ordered Antonius to
fuck the girl. His efforts brought more hilarity and
after a few attempts to raise a hard on, he fled from
the courtyard, his face the same crimson as his toga.
"Come here girl." Caligula addressed Miriam who hurried
to obey. "I see you wear the torc of a Neuter, is this
true?"
Miriam nodded, knowing that she was not allowed to
speak.
"Would you like to earn your freedom?" She nodded
again. "Well, you will have to work for the privilege.
Does that concern you?" Miriam shook her head and
wondered if it meant that Caesar was going to fuck her.
"The entertainment tonight has been sublime, even the
last comedy act and your part in it impressed me, but
the night needs something to finish it off. Can you
entertain us and win your freedom?"
Miriam shrugged, unsure of what exactly it was he
wanted.
"Come, come child. I’m sure you can think of something
to amuse the audience." The people in question, sat
silently, intrigued by the interaction and anticipating
the outcome. Caligula wasn’t known for his leniency,
patience or generosity.
Miriam went to her knees, thinking that she was to suck
his cock, but his next words froze her in mid-kneel.
"No child. I want a show, lets us see your body. Dance
for us."
Miriam stepped back and dropped her loincloth to the
floor. Her oiled body glistened in the lamplight as she
began to gyrate her hips and danced a few steps she had
learned. Anole, who had been watching in fear of
Miriam’s life, dropped her covering and joined her
lover on the floor. Her blackness counter pointed the
sepia’d whiteness of Miriam’s milky skin.
Together, they danced and twisted. Entwining their
bodies and then parting in a dance of their hearts. The
audience clapped a slow rhythm that the two picked up
and kept time with. Soon they came together and danced
the dance they knew so well, their secret dance of lust
and want. They forgot the audience and entered that
place they reserved for each other, where their souls
entwined in the age-old waltz of lovers.
The clapping increased in tempo as their passion grew.
Miriam and Anole ignored the voyeurs and gave
themselves to each other once more. Soon they screamed
their respective orgasm in a simultaneous filling of
mouths with each other’s come as they writhed on the
mosaic floor.
Everyone clapped their approval. Cheers rang out and
coins rained down on the two girls. Everyone signalled
their enjoyment of the spectacle, except Caligula, who
sat silently with his head to one side.
"Bravo little ones." He spoke in Hebrew. "But it wasn’t
enough, send the black for a dog, a large dog and let
us see you be fucked by him." The look of horror was
what he really wanted to see, that and these two debase
themselves for his pleasure.
Resigned to her fate, Miriam explained to Anole what
was to come and sent her off to fetch Janus’s Pharaoh
hound.
She returned with the dog on a leash. Nervously, he
entered the area and looked at the ring of people, his
pointed ears pert and twitching in nervousness. Anole
led him to Miriam who petted his noble head and settled
him down.
He licked her hand and as she knelt beside him, then
licked her breasts. Miriam stroked his short coat,
trying to overcome her nervousness. Gradually, she
worked her stroking to his cock and was rewarded by the
appearance of his purple veined muscle as it emerged
from its furry sheath.
Anole held his head and guided him to her hairy mons,
letting him smell her first and then, send his snake
like tongue out to taste her. Anole spread her legs to
allow the dog better access.
Miriam’s fingers had circled the dog’s cock and gently
rubbed him to full erection. He humped against her hand
and precum coated her fingers. She looked up to Anole
who was now enjoying the sensation of his tongue. Their
eyes met and a silent understanding passed between
them. Anole lifted his head and made space for Miriam
to crawl under the dog. Working together, they
manipulated the dog into position and Anole guided his
cock to Miriam’s opening.
Instinct took over and a sudden hunch of his hips
buried his cock into Her cunt. Miriam gasped and cried
out as he invaded her body. In all of her predicaments,
she had never had anything enter her quite so deeply or
so large. Her first reaction was pain as he thrust into
her in a violent and rapid stroke, each thrust
embedding his cock further into her.
Miriam’s muscles relaxed and accommodated the
violation. The dog gripped her waist in a vice like
embrace and drove himself deeper into her body. Miriam
gasped and screamed as his knot passed between her
lips. His humping slowed and became a deeper, more
meaningful pelvic thrust. She felt as if she were on
fire from the ravishing.
Anole lay down and spread her legs, inviting Miriam to
suck her cunt while the dog filled her with his cum.
Miriam’s tongue went to work, it helped her to focus
her mind on anything other than the huge dog cock that
was locked into her. He let loose a cry that is
peculiar to his breed and emptied his seed deep into
her body.
Gush after hot gush flooded her womb in a scalding
torrent for a few minutes until he had spent his seed.
His natural urge to break free evinced a scream of pure
pain that tore at Miriam’s throat. He realised that
they were locked and only succeeded in turning arse to
arse in the classic dog tie position.
Anole creamed in a frenzy of head thrashing and pelvic
arches as Miriam’s tongue lashed her sex and her teeth
grated against her clit. Miriam’s fingers explored her
"G" Spot, which brought Anole to her shuddering and
grand mal climax in a scream of pure lust.
Eventually, the dog managed to get away from Miriam and
ran off. The noise from the audience as they bayed and
hooted their appreciation of the scene played before
them, frightened it into bolting into the house. Miriam
and Anole were both spent and lay slightly apart,
exhausted and impervious to the braying audience or the
money that rained down around them.
"Thank you," Caligula’s voice cut through the air. "For
the first time in a long time, I have a hard-on. Look
at this." His rigid cock stood proud and twitched.
"You, finish me off. Now!"
Anole rushed over to comply, her eighteen-year-old
mouth enveloped him and sucked greedily until he
grunted and sprayed her tonsils. She swallowed, almost
gratefully and then stepped back, waiting his response.
"You have both done well. I grant you your freedom and
a state pension of three hundred Dinar per year. I hope
you both live well and prosper. Caligula rose and then
imperially departed the party with his entourage.
Miriam and Anole lived as lovers until Anole died in
her fortieth year. Miriam, heart broken, committed
suicide soon after Anole’s death.
Janus divorced Antonius, poison being too good for him
and took a lover. They left Rome and took a
governorship in Gaul. Antonius never returned to public
life. His political future in ruins, he retired to his
vineyard on Sorrento.
Caligula; Well his history is a story for another pen.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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