The Adventures of Lady Irwin Lillia

The Adventures of Lady Irwin Lilliana

by Ecrierotique

Lady Irwin Lilliana was one the most beautiful women, perhaps THE most beautiful woman, in the Kingdom. Tall and redheaded, with a smoothly perfect hour glass figure, many's the man who masturbated about fucking her cunt and smooth ass cheeks in his fantasies. But the nineteen year old daughter of the richest most powerful nobleman in the country was promised to the Crown Prince, to whom she was shortly to be wed and therefore well beyond the reach of any other man's hard dick. But even Crown Prince Frederik could hardly believe she soon would be stripped of all her finery lying nude in his royal bed in order for her to be freely fucked by him. As the twenty five year old son of the King lay next to his favourite whore after he done furiously ploughing her pussy he'd kept thinking it was Lady Irwin's smooth thighs that had been raised and well spread either side of him as his hard cock plunged down continuously into the girl's moist snatch, rather than the cunt and thighs of the prostitute Caire.

"Did you enjoy that, Caire?" the tall blonde Prince, covered in man-sweat and catching his breath after his rapid thrusting coital exertions, said to the petite girl. Caire had found he often fucked her a little too hard. On this occasion harder than ever. She was a bit sore after being power drilled by his thick tool but of course she had to pretend otherwise. As the wedding got closer he seemed to fuck her ever more furiously. She dreaded the coming days. The girl just wished the day would finally arrive to give her abused pussy a rest.

"You showed your usual passion and energy, Highness," she responded diplomatically.

"I can hardly wait till my Lady Irwin is lying next to me as my wife. It will be a magical day."

"I will miss your passionate love making, Highness," the whore lied.

"Well, I may still visit you from time to time, Caire, to fuck your pussy with my big cock. Would you like that?"

Well he paid handsomely and in gold so she shouldn't complain. And as Crown Prince he could fuck any girl he wanted. Besides he was also young and handsome. Few women would refuse him. His father the King also kept slaves that his son could fuck any time if he desired but for some reason he chose her instead.

"Having your big dick inside me? I can think of nothing better, Sire."

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The night before the wedding was due to take place Lady Irwin was in her luxurious bath naked accompanied by her two slave girls, Irene and Charmaine, who like their mistress were also nude but at least they each wore a brief thong to conceal their pussies. Lady Irwin always wanted her slave girls to have their bottoms bare. She kept a small whip near the bath even now for use on them in case of any perceived impertinence or incompetence. Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Who is it?" asked Irene, the cute brunette stood facing the door, her bare bubble butt pointing in the direction of her mistress.

"Doctor Festig is here from the palace to see the mistress in order to prepare her for the Royal Wedding tomorrow." Doctor Festig treated the members of the Royal Family as well as many other important people.

"Quick a sheet to cover me!" Lady Irwin ordered the girls as she stood up in the bath. She nodded to Irene once she felt ready.

"You may admit the Doctor!" the girl called through the door.

The door was opened to admit a tall dour looking man with a greying moustache in his forties. He saw with unconcealed delight the two almost nude girls, their pert tits exposed. They each held up either end of a sheet behind which the modesty of their mistress was being solicitously concealed from the illicit sex obsessed male view.

"Lady Irwin," he bowed, "I have been sent here by the Palace to conduct a final examination to confirm your virginity and also to ensure that your noble vagina, if I may be so blunt, is primed to receive his Highness royal seed tomorrow."

"You are indeed very blunt, Doctor. No male has yet been permitted to look upon my nakedness or even to speak of it. But now by the royal command I must submit to the most intimate examination of my body by a man. Very well so be it but my serving wenches must remain to chaperone and to make sure you take no advantage, Doctor."

"It would be more than my life would be worth to even think about doing such a thing with the Prince's fiancee, Lady."

Irene and Charmaine lowered the sheet. The Doctor's breath was taken away when he observed the vision of feminine loveliness. Her hour glass figure, her beautiful firm tits, her skin reflecting a sheen to it. The vagina, in which the Doctor was most concerned was perfectly formed with the most inviting lips. He felt his cock being beckoned inside.

He had brought with him a small pair of forceps. He got her onto a large marble table next to the bath and, squatting on all fours, to separate her sheer thighs so he could open up her vagina with the instrument. Her smooth round bottom cheeks, almost thrust into his bearded face, were a terrible distraction he was forced to try to ignore with enormous difficulty. Luckily he normally wore restraints to keep his cock from giving him away with all the stunning royal and noble ladies he had to examine as part of his job.

With trembling fingers he pressed aside her sweet pussy lips and inserted the forceps carefully pushing open the vagina and looking inside. After he had verified Lady Irwin was indeed a virgin he went into his bag and produced some other equipment.

"I need to now shave your noble vagina as part of royal tradition that the new royal bride's sex may present no obstruction, not even one follicle of hair, to deep penetration by the Prince's royal virility. Please to present yourself, Lady, for shaving," he said standing behind her with the shaving kit ready.

Lady Irwin felt the shaving cream being lathered generously on her exposed pussy by the Doctor. Although she was shocked and outraged that her noble vagina was being touched by the hand of man for the first time ever she was also in a strange way thrilled in spite of herself. Is this what being touched there by a man felt like? His fingers felt so hard and strong. Previously only her serving wenches Irene and Charmaine had ever touched her there during her morning and evening ablutions. He then began shaving the cream he'd lathered on. She felt his sinewy hands grabbing each of her soft smooth bottom cheeks to give him better access to her vagina so he could remove every hair and make her pussy as hairless as the rest of her beautiful body.

The Doctor for his part suffered terrible torture as his dick pressed at the restraints almost as if it could not wait to penetrate the girl's delicious snatch. It was not his professional medical oath that prevented him from trying to take advantage nor the presence of the two pretty chaperones but rather the fear of how slowly and painfully he would be put to death for daring to interfere with the precious "secret parts" of the fiancee of the Crown Prince.

After he'd finished expertly shaving and washing her vagina, Lady Irwin felt it tingling with maximum sensitivity such as she had never before experienced and she dared not even imagine how it would feel tomorrow night after her wedding to have the Crown Prince's reportedly huge dick pump her there when her snatch was already positively glowing. She thanked the Doctor for his work and offered him gold in consideration of his efforts but he politely declined.

"Thankyou, Lady, for your consideration," he said bowing to her, "but my work for His Majesty the King is my duty as well as my pleasure and is also well remunerated. His Majesty prefers that I accept no other consideration for the work I do for the Palace."

"In that case perhaps before you go, Doctor, you may care to take your manly pleasure with one of my serving wenches." Whilst Lady Irwin guarded her own precious modesty very closely from the beastly depredations of males, she disposed of the sexual services of her two pretty serving wenches very freely. Well they were slaves after all and had no need of nor entitlement to female modesty.

The Doctor eyed the two almost nude girls with pleasure. Dark haired Irene and blonde haired Charmaine both looked at the tall man coquettishly.

"It is so hard to choose, Lady, they are both very lovely."

"Then why not have them both. If you care to wait outside for ten minutes, Doctor, they will be able to join you."

Later the Doctor had his cock sucked by the two girls in a private room. He was so excited he didn't even bother to get them to take off their panties, simply pushing the string to one side to give him convenient access to their vags from behind, simultaneously fucking both girls as they bent over the end of the bed next to one another with their smooth round pink bare butt cheeks closely pressed together. He sprayed his cum over them both.

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The following day Lady Irwin turned out resplendent in her silk wedding gown for her marriage to Prince Frederik. The Archbishop asked her in front of the altar as a standard part of the ceremony to swear "that no man's sex has enjoyed your vagina, Lady." She confidently answered that none had. The Prince was not asked the same question about his cock as this was not considered important. It may seem like a double standard to the readers but those were the times.

Later the Prince and Princess rode in an ornately decorated golden carriage drawn by eight pure white horses through the streets of the capital. The crowds cheered wildly.

"Look at them, my love," said the Prince looking out of the carriage window, "they adore you. The men are naturally very jealous of me. Hardly surprising. Many's the man who'll be beating his cock tonight or imagining whilst screwing his wife or girlfriend that he's ploughing your sweet virginal snatch. I almost feel like pumping your pussy here in the carriage with those pigs watching, with or without your permission, my dear, but we'll wait till all the preliminaries are finalised and we get to our Royal bedchamber. Just don't expect to get any sleep tonight, madam, because I intend to introduce not only your cunt but also your red mouth, your fabulous tits and your round soft ass cheeks to my hard dick multiple times."

Lady Irwin was shocked at the Prince's bluntness. She'd never heard him talk this way before. Like a rough, crude soldier or sailor. Not like a gentleman at all. Previously he'd only ever spoken to her of love and flowers and music and art and nature. And written her badly composed but rather sweet romantic verse. And sung her love serenades. And gently kissed her dainty delicate hands. Never her soft red sensuous lips nor stuck his tongue in her sweet mouth. Never ever. Of course this was the first time they'd been alone together without any chaperone. Had she heard right? Had he just said he'd force himself on her in public? She felt outraged. At the same time she secretly thrilled at the thought of this big man roughly tearing off her silk gown and spreading her thighs to satisfy the manly urges she was evidently inspiring in him.

At the palace there was further ceremony. Finally Princess Irwin was brought to the Royal marriage bed alone to await her husband as tradition demanded. Servants distributed rose petals on the bed for fertility. She waited. And she waited. And she waited. But still he did not come. Finally two servants came to her.

"Your Highness, we regret to inform you that the Prince cannot join you tonight. A grave emergency has arisen. The Ruum have mounted a surprise attack on the Kingdom and the Prince as Commander In Chief has had to lead our forces to beat back the assault."

"What should I do?" she asked frightened by the unexpected turn of events.

"Please don't be afraid, Your Highness. Prince Frederik and his generals have the situation well in hand. We advise you to stay in the palace where you'll be safe. It's been a long day for you. Get some rest."

She lay in bed too anxious to sleep but eventually she nodded off. She awoke at dawn and rang the bell for the servants but no one responded to the summons. Going outside of her bedchamber the palace seemed deserted. She was hungry and thirsty. She eventually found her way to the kitchens which were also deserted but where she found some food.

She wandered around the rooms in the palace for quite a while. Then suddenly she heard the sounds of men shouting. The sounds of their armour and weapons clanging as they walked. The crunch of their heavy military boots. She couldn't tell which way they were coming from. Frightened she tried to hide behind some drapes in a room as the noise approached. The noise entered the room. It came very close. She got a shock as the drapes she was hiding behind were rapidly ripped away. A group of rough tough looking soldiers in armour, still bespattered with the grime and gore of war, stood staring at her like kids who had been searching unsuccessfully for treats in the kitchen only to hit the jackpot finding a multi layered chocolate marzipan cake topped with cherries and strawberries and cream that they were ready to devour.

They stank heavily of male-sweat. It hit her delicate lady's nostrils like a shock. A few of them started grinning after their initial surprise had worn off. Typical dirty minded male grins. Placing their hands over their cocks. In anticipation of male-pleasures. One of the soldiers then grabbed her and yanked her from her hiding place. She screamed.

"What dainty have we here?!" he cried holding her arm. Another soldier, a big solid looking young man with muscular hairy limbs came up to the young lady and suddenly violently ripped off her dress leaving her in just her white satin bra and panties. Another from behind pulled her soft panties down to her ankles revealing to the hungry rough male-vision her just as soft bare bottom cheeks. She squealed as both her hands went to cover her exposed cunt. A few of the men laughed nastily. Then her bra was quickly torn off by another guy causing her to shift her hands upwards to cover her lovely bare breasts which the mostly young men present were viewing with undisguised delight. She felt various big hard soldiers' hands roughly try to handle her soft bare bottom cheeks that had the texture of rose petals.

Then one of the young men drew up the front of his short kilt that they all wore and pulling his big stiff cock out of his underpants held it in his hand as he stared at the terrified girl.

"Ok boys, the rule is the first with his dick out gets the first go at this morsel. Agreed? The rest of you line up for second, third, fourth courses and so on."

He grabbed her as another man squatting down helpfully stepped her dainty feet out of her satin panties making her fully nude. The young man with his dick out pushed her towards a sofa. She tried pathetically to resist.

He gripped her arm harder. She squealed. It had hurt.

"Now I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just want to pound your sweet cunt is all. Just co-operate like a good girl and you'll be fine!" He then bent her forward over the back of the couch, roughly separating her sheer thighs to reveal her slit.

"Please don't! I am a virgin!" she pleaded pathetically and weeping now from her prone position to the amusement of the men who were watching as the grinning young man prepared to guide his throbbing dick into her exposed freshly shaved vagina. It looked delicious, its pink lips inviting him in. He could hardly wait to enter his throbbing head into its moistness.

"Oh my dick and your sweet snatch, darling, were made for one another!" he cried.

"YOU MEN! WHAT'S GOING ON THERE?" a booming voice suddenly broke in. A tall man of about thirty five or so with a gold decorated breast plate and gold epaulettes walked up to the crowd of men. He looked in surprise at the smooth bottom cheeks of the bent over the girl with her freshly shaved vagina exposed underneath and the young man standing next to her. He'd already quickly stowed his stiff cock back into his underpants and pulled down his kilt when he'd heard the officer's voice.

"Just enjoying our war booty, Sir," he explained with a smile emphasising his double entendre by indicating the girl's bent over bare ass.

"STAND AT ATTENTION WHEN YOU ADDRESS AN OFFICER!!" he yelled.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Well?!! ALL OF YOU!!"

"YES, SIR!!!!!!!!"

The man went over to the naked girl still bent over and grabbed her arm.

"Stand up, girl!"

He observed her hour glass figure and her perfect skin. She was obviously very beautiful and also not a mere peasant girl. Could she be one of the late King's three daughters, he thought, none of whom had yet been found as far as he was aware? He saw she looked very frightened.

"Where are her clothes?" he demanded.

"Here, Sir!" A soldier held up a torn garment.

"You!" he said to another of the men, "pull down one of those drapes and bring it over here."

Once this was done he solicitously wrapped the drape around Princess Irwin's smooth bare shoulders to cover her nakedness. His cock stirred as he touched her fine soft skin.

"Two men to come with me and take her back to my tent. You and you!" came the order.

"Just a minute!" cried the young man, suddenly, who'd been ready to fuck her before the officer had appeared, "we found this cunny first! You can't just fucking come in here..."

The Officer rapidly and almost casually pulled out his short sword and plunging it into the man's abdomen cut him off mid sentence. He fell over dead almost immediately crashing onto the marble floor.

"Anyone else here want to object?" he asked looking around with the bloodied blade still in his hand.

No one did.

"Be thankful I don't decimate the lot of you!" he shouted.

In the Ruum army decimation meant one in ten men would be randomly selected for public execution.

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Once the Ruum Officer whose name was Centurion Gaius Demetrius had the girl in his tent he had food and wine brought for her. He tried talking to her but she was too traumatized to speak. He found her a warm fur cloak to replace the drape.

The company Prefect Julius Piso came to Demetrius tent later.

"What's this dainty dish you've been hiding, Demetrius?" asked his superior officer grinning smutily.

"I'm not sure Sir," he responded, "I haven't been able to get her to speak yet. I thought she might be one of the King's daughters."

"Oh no we've already captured all of them."

"None of them were married, right? So they'd all still be virgins."

"Unfortunately when we got to them they were no longer virgins. I managed to find and execute the pigs who did it but that doesn't bring back their precious flower."

"Well I'm determined to keep this one intact, Sir. I had the surgeon examine her. She's untouched. I just need to find out who she is."

She was given a soft warm bed to sleep in at night. She'd thought of trying to run away but the tent was guarded. She also didn't want to run into more rough horny soldiers.

During the night in the darkness she felt a large hairy body come under the warm furs beside her. It was the Centurion. Completely naked. She felt the frightening new sensation of his big hard cock pressing against her thigh.

"Turn around, my dear," he whispered to her, "I'm not going to de-flower you but I am going to fuck your ass. You probably have never been fucked there before. It'll hurt a bit but it'll be quick I promise."

She felt his big fingers easing olive oil between her soft ass cheeks. Then suddenly the unpleasant sensation of having his big cock penetrate her. It hurt. A lot. Especially once he started pumping his dick inside her.

She heard him whispering constantly in her ear as he fucked her.

"Good girl. You take it right up your ass. Yeah. That's a good girl. Ooh tight ass! Feels good! Good girl."

Soon after he shot his load inside her, grunting as the cum flowed into her ass. Afterwards he pulled his spent dick out and tenderly kissed her bare back between her shoulder blades then left her alone to go back to his own bed.

She lay there feeling violated and in pain. It was the first time she'd had sex with a man. It was horrible! Is this what it would have been like with her Fredrick? She wondered now what had happened to him. Was he captured or dead or still fighting?

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Gaius Demetrius was in Prefect Julius Piso's quarters the next day.

"We've found out the identity of your little nymph," the Prefect told him, "By the way have you fucked her yet? Not her cunt of course. I know you're not that stupid."

"Who is she, Sir?" Demetrius asked avoiding the question.

"We're pretty sure she's Princess Irwin who was married to Crown Prince Frederik right before we invaded. On the very wedding night in fact. Which explains why she's still intact. Her new husband obviously didn't have time to fuck her. She's also the daughter of Duke Lilliana the most powerful Duke in the former Kingdom."

"I see."

"She probably doesn't know she's now a widow and an orphan."

"Poor kid."

"We flayed her young husband alive in front of the men after slicing his dick and balls off. You were on reconnaissance I know so you missed out on that one. It was a big one. Impressive. It would have been a memorable wedding night for her if he'd gotten to use it on her. Whew! And the screaming! He had plenty of stamina too if his screams were anything to go by. We fed the meat to the dogs including the dick and balls. They made short work of it," said Piso grinning.

Over the next few weeks whilst the Ruum plundered their new conquest, Centurion Demetrius also plundered his. Every day he enjoyed the girl's butt cheeks. He taught her how to ride him reverse cow girl style (his favourite) and hold his dick from behind frotting it between her big cheeks, her crack already personally lubricated by him with fresh olive oil. He enjoyed the sight when, with his dick tormented by the constant feel of her soft smooth oi-libated cheeks and his brain inflamed by the sight of her beautiful undulating long white cantaloupes glistening with olive oil, he'd finally explode satisfyingly all up and down her butt, the thick gouts of white cum dribbling down the smooth surface. At least, she thought, this was better than having his big dick pumping inside her as she washed his cum off her butt after he'd gone. That really hurt!

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A few weeks later Princess Irwin found herself riding slowly at a casual trot on the back of a war chariot driven by Centurion Demetrius. Her previous journey in a carriage through a vast cheering crowd dressed in silken finery as a just wedded Royal Princess seemed a whole universe away. As per the custom with captives she was stripped completely nude. They drove thru the main Avenue of Rum the capital of the mighty Ruum Empire. The massive crowds cheered the conquering legions enthusiastically. The males in the crowd especially enjoyed the sight of the beautiful curvy nude redhead riding on the back of the Centurion's chariot, her bare tits, smooth flowing butt cheeks like two large melons, and finally her delicious slit, (now beginning to be surrounded again by her regrowing red beaver), that offered unimaginable joys to cocks. Many men called out to her and made sexually suggestive gestures. A number even took their often hard dicks out to show her what they wanted to give her. Even stroking their meats in front of her, some even to full orgasm. She was frightened by it: the rough rudeness of unbound male sexual energy.

At the end of the ceremony he drove her to his villa, where taking her by the hand to his bed chamber he fucked her beautiful smooth tight ass for one last time, and then to a slave market that only sold the most expensive and attractive slaves mainly for personal sexual use by very rich men. The master of the auction house after examining her gave Demetrius a large quantity of gold.

"You're robbing me," he told Demetrius.

"Robbing you? You rogue! You'll get at least twice if not three times that for her at the auction. She's an angel. And just like an angel she's also a virgin as you've verified."

"Yes, how did you manage that? I mean to restrain yourself? No doubt you've fucked her ass and mouth."

"Those ass cheeks. If heaven exists I have been there many times. Or at least my dick has. I'm sorry to lose her but I really need the money. Besides my wife would get very jealous with someone like her in the house and she might try to disfigure her out of spite. The bare backsides of the slave girls I already have for cleaning and kitchen work are constantly striped with whip cuts that the vindictive woman gives them."

"Hmph! Wives! There's no pleasing them. My own wife included. I'll get her in a chastity belt right away. I don't want her to devalue as soon as I've bought her with some of the sneaky horny fuckers I've got working for me."

He warned his slave master Galga not to allow the girl to be violated.

"I have the key to the chastity belt protecting her virginity. If anything happens to her virginity, Galga, I'll have you flayed alive. Clear?"

"Yes, Master. Her virginity will be more precious to me than my own life," the big ox responded.

"You'd better fucking believe it. And no fucking her ass cheeks either. Just keep your fat cock to yourself if you don't want to lose it. I'll be checking her every day to make sure she remains untouched."

"Of course, Master." Galga's big dick twitched when he watched the girl's smooth round ass cheeks. Fucking her would be like going to heaven. However she wasn't worth being skinned alive or castrated for which would be like going to hell.

She was kept alone in a pen like livestock but separately from the other slaves up for sale both male and female. Galga came to visit her.

"My pretty," he grinned, "of course your cunt is well protected and he'll be able to tell if I fuck your sweet ass but you can at least put your red lips around my cock."

He got the almost nude girl on her knees in front of him whilst he pulled out his big dick forcing her mouth onto the fat head. She was very frightened of this ugly giant. She almost gagged on the big cock. He finally shot into her mouth and made her swallow his hot jizz.

"Ha, good girl. You drink all of Galga's juice. Lick my balls as well."

For the next week Princess Irwin was compelled to swallow Galga's throbbing tool and suck his balls, something she'd never had to do previously. Demetrius had only been interested in using her smooth ass cheeks and not her hot mouth to satisfy his manly needs. The auction house owner checked her daily to ensure that her ass hadn't been fucked. Galga's big dick if he used it on her down there would certainly cause damage so it would be easy to detect and obviously the chastity belt had not been interfered with. He asked Irwin if anyone had tried to interfere with her. Frightened, she always answered in the negative. It was hard to tell if he suspected she was being forced to suck dick.

A week later she was brought to the auction stage with other stunning girls, all stripped nude. Even their chastity belts were removed to allow prospective buyers to see and inspect their cunts. The girls in her group were all being sold as pleasure slaves for very rich men. The buyers' factors (stewards or agents) prior to the auction came back stage to examine the merchandise prior to the bidding. Princess Irwin felt men examine her, touch her cunt and breasts, run their hands along her butt cleft, feel in her mouth etc.

At the auction the competition for her nubile body was fierce between two of the richest men in Ruum. One was Senator Domitian. The other was Senator Menacretes. In the end Senator Menacretes bought her for a record amount of money. The auction house owner was incredibly pleased with the result.

Menacretes' Factor and master of slaves, Plutonius, came to collect the girl in a carriage. She was given a loin cloth to wear after her chastity belt had been put back on. Plutonius, who held the key to the chastity belt, explained what her duties would be from now on.

"You will be required primarily to provide pleasure to my Master the honourable Senator Menacretes and to the Young Master his son the noble Centurion Caster Menacretes. Of course your cunt, ass cheeks, tits and mouth and any other part of your body that they so choose will be for their use whenever it pleases them, which looking at you will be very often, but you will also need to learn that giving pleasure to men requires more than just receiving his dick. The giving of pleasure to men is an art which you will do well to learn."

He looked at the almost nude girl sitting beside him. Her lovely bare tits were very attractive. He wanted to kiss and fondle them himself. He could imagine his cock moving rapidly between them. Yes she certainly was very beautiful. She was made for sex and to give pleasure. But was she really worth all that money?

"Occasionally the Master may lend you to other men for their pleasure. Any disobedience or failure to be pleasing to any man you are required to be with, girl, and Hassan the discipline master will apply his whip to your lovely bare skin. Which would be a very great pity."

When she got to the villa she was taken to the pleasure slaves quarters. Mera, the mistress of pleasure slaves, stripped her and had the other girls bathe her in a fragrant bath. Mera was given a second key to the chastity belt. They dressed her in a simple smock.

"You will be trained, girl, in giving pleasure to men since that is now your reason for existence. Your slave name will be Helen and that is the name you will now go by. You are Irwin no longer."

Mera and some of the other girls showed Irwin, now Helen, new techniques for providing sexual pleasure which the girls practised on each other.

"I was once the Master's favorite. After he and his wife started sleeping in separate bedrooms I was in his bed almost every night. You are very beautiful but I was also at one time as beautiful as you are now. That will last you for maybe a month. Men's cocks are easily distracted by the latest available pussy, tits and ass so you need to offer them more than your obvious natural assets if you don't want to be cast aside to become a parlour maid or work in the kitchens or worse still sold to an army brothel to be constantly fucked by multiple permanently horny soldiers just back from war and killing so their spunk is at peak levels."

"Why is their spunk at peak levels?" Helen asked. She knew almost nothing of men. They frightened her. She'd had so little experience of them. They were strange and brutal with their animal desires. She sometimes wondered what made them tick. But then she was repelled at the thought of what she might discover.

"Who knows. Something the Gods arranged. Perhaps taking the lives of other men makes them feel the urge to create new life. They plunge their hard dicks into a woman's belly in the same way they plunged their hard swords into the belly of a man. One to give life. The other death."

Helen blanched visibly at the thought. Mera noticed.

"You are lucky, girl, that our Master Senator Menacretes bought you. All he demands is that his girls do what comes naturally to service his manly needs. Had the other man Senator Domitian purchased you then you would not be so fortunate. There you would have been subjected to the vilest of unspeakable filth and depravity with other slaves of both sexes in rooms he keeps for such occasions. And there are by reports many such occasions with that gentleman."

As a pleasure slave she was able to lounge about the women's quarters which included a pleasant garden and indoor and outdoor pools. No men were permitted in the area, except of course the Master and his son, and none of the girls were permitted to go anywhere else in the villa, except that every night one or two, sometimes three, of the dozen girls would leave on command to sleep in the one of the Master's bedrooms. At their evening meal the girls all lounged on couches eating together and talking as was the custom. A female servant would deliver the food. The first day a little dark brown girl called Tana talked about her time in the master's bed last night.

"He fucked my pussy and my ass before we went to bed and also when we got up in the morning."

"He didn't fuck your Tits, Tana darling?" asked a big blonde girl with massive tits, "He always seems to want to slide his dick between my tits and then shoot his spunk all over my face and lips. I can't think for the Gods why?" The girl had lovely full red lips. A few titters followed this comment.

"Not all of us have your assets, Diana dear," Mera said, "Tana's advantages are more in the rear area." Tana had pert breasts and the most inviting little bubble butt that was almost like a magnet to dicks.

"Gods I wish I had tits like yours, Di, I really hate it when he wants to screw my butt cheeks. It really fucking hurts," said another of the girls.

"Oh he sometimes fucks my big butt as well, love, but I really don't mind it. Mouth, cunt, tits, ass, anything. Last week he fucked me between my thighs."

"A thigh job. I wouldn't mind that. But then you've obviously got the pins for it."

Sometimes they'd talk about the male gardening and construction maintenance slaves that they could see through a grating in their own private garden into the main one in the villa. Helen occasionally noticed a bronzed young man around her own age. He worked in the heat exposed to the hot sun like most male outdoor slaves completely nude. Sometimes he'd look towards the grating himself. She'd back away from the wall in panic. Had he seen her? Probably not. She soon returned to watching him; observing his strong muscles moving as he labored. The sweat running down his broad back which showed stripes from lashes he'd obviously been given. His big dick swinging from side to side. It's funny. She'd never noticed the male outdoor slaves on her father's estate but then she'd seldom been there but rather had spent far more time in his town villa and also she was of course now a slave herself so she was more likely to notice other slaves.

During training Helen watched the other girls practise cunninglingus on each other to show how to receive a man's tongue and lips. She wasn't attracted to other girls but she still found it fascinating. She'd never had a man put his mouth there. Demetrius had only been interested in her fabulous ass.

"Men's mouths are harder," Mera told her, "Their tongues stronger, urgent and more searching. But this is a good simulation of what men do. The Young Master especially likes putting his hard mouth and lips deeply to girls' soft pussies and soaking his handsome man's face in their female juices as you will eventually find out yourself when he takes his manly pleasures with you as he certainly will want to when he sees you. As you're still a virgin, girl, I can't risk you trying this but once you've been with the Master the first time and he's finally taken and enjoyed your precious flower, which is his to take and which you will never see again, you will also have to do this training." Helen really didn't like the idea of being forced to lick another girl's pussy or having hers licked out by a girl but what choice did she have?

After about four weeks she was sent to the Master's rooms, for the first time, barefoot in a simple thigh length dress, her chastity belt fastened. She knocked. She felt incredibly nervous. Even scared.

"Come in," said a voice.

When she entered she saw a man of about fifty five with greying hair wearing a toga and sitting on a large four poster bed. She had never before seen Senator Menacretes. The Master.

"Come here, girl," he beckoned, "closer." She stood right beside the sitting man. Her body touching his.

She got a shock as she felt him put his big male hand up the back of her brief smock and fondle one of her soft bare bottom cheeks. He ran his hand up and down her butt cleft.

"Lovely," he commented.

He lifted the front of her brief skirt so he could look at her slit that he knew no man's cock had yet had the pleasure of enjoying. His would be the first. He took pride in the fact that all of his pleasure slave girls had been virgins before he'd ploughed their slits with his dick for the first time, causing them in most cases to bleed.

"Where is that damn chastity belt key?" He searched around, "damn. Oh well let's get this dress off you first. We'll worry about the key later." He stood up and pulled the dress down off her shoulders so that it dropped to her feet leaving her fully nude. He pulled off his toga.

"Down on your knees, girl, and suck my dick."

She was too nervous so she sucked inexpertly.

"Ah your fucking teeth. Be bloody careful!!!" he complained pulling out and looking at his dick, "Lie on the bed face down." She lay there like a dead fish whilst he was on top fucking her ass. It really fucking hurt. After some while he still hadn't cum. He finally pulled out and lay next to her on his back breathless. After about five minutes he'd ended it, pulling himself off.

"Go back to your quarters, girl," he ordered peremptoryily without looking at her.

The following morning all the girls were unusually silent. She was ordered to go and see Plutonius, Senator Menacretes Steward or Factor. When she was admitted to the room she'd been directed to go to she saw Plutonius standing there. She got a fright when she saw also Hassan the Master of Discipline and a male slave standing with him. The room had a single couch and no other furniture.

"Strip off your clothes, girl," Plutonius ordered. Nervously she complied with only her chastity belt still left on.

"The Master has said that you failed to be pleasing when you last visited his bed. You will therefore now be beaten by Hassan."

Hassan, the Whip Master, lashed slaves naked bodies. Although she had never seen the whippings personally she had seen the results: painful looking black and red weals permanently scarring the backs and buttocks of male slaves such as the young man she sometimes spied on doing the gardening.

Hassan looked at her with a smile as though he was going to have some fun. He seldom got to beat women slaves and certainly not beautiful ones. The beating of female slaves was generally left to the Mistress, Senator Menacretes' wife Lady Livia.

"Oh please, Masters, don't whip me!" she suddenly and dramatically begged, "send me back to the Master. I promise to be more pleasing this time." She got down on her knees pathetically imploring the steward, the tears beginning to well in her eyes.

Seeing this beautiful totally nude girl pathetically begging on her knees and in tears would have moved many stronger men's naturally protective instincts. But he was totally unmoved.

"Get up, wicked disobedient girl!" Plutonius ordered her grabbing her arm and forcing her up, "you will not be whipped. You are still a pleasure slave so your skin cannot be permanently damaged or cut. Instead you will be soundly spanked on your bare bottom with the belt. Like a naughty child. Lie down flat face forward on the couch and spread your legs."

Hassan smiling evily showed her a thick black belt.

"No please!" She was crying now.

"Get on the couch to receive your punishment or it will be far worse for you," the Factor firmly demanded, still unmoved.

Still crying with Plutonius holding her arm, the frightened weeping girl went unwillingly over and lay flat down on the couch as ordered. She felt Plutonius grabbing her wrists whilst someone else, the other male slave, grabbed her ankles forcefully pulling her legs apart giving him a prime view of her pussy. Plutonius nodded to Hassan who drawing the black leather over his shoulder SMACKED it down hard on her big cheeks with a thunder clap leaving a red weal across both sides of her crack. She screamed and struggled to escape the painful stinging but the two men held her limbs fast.

Hassan looking down at the prone bare buns of the girl (now bearing a red stripe that he'd caused) was grinning almost obscenely as he gave her naked bottom another giant SPANK. He was used to flogging men's naked backs and asses with a long dark whip which affected him no more than chopping a tree trunk. It was just a job. Like hacking blocks of wood. He enjoyed it, especially if the victims cried out, because cruelty was part of his nature but otherwise it was nothing. But spanking this beautiful girl's smooth soft bare bottom cheeks that he really wanted to put his cock into was a very different feeling for the Whip Master. Here his work was his erotic pleasure.

He spanked her bum cheeks ten more times with hard SMACKS that had the beautiful totally nude girl crying, writhing and screaming. But the delightfully pathetic wiggling of her fuckable bare bottom cheeks to the painful continuous flailing of the leather only made Hassan deliver her spanking harder. It also made his cock harder. As hard as it could be. He determined in his mind to try to fuck this hottie at his first opportunity.

After her spanking she was told she'd be locked in the room until it would be decided what to do with her. Helen lay on the couch crying, finally falling asleep. Later she was awakened by a slave coming in to give her some food. Her bottom was still very sore from being smacked so hard.

"Mistress?" she heard a familiar voice say. She looked up with her tear marked but otherwise very pretty face, perhaps made strangely prettier for its sadness.

"Don't you remember me, Mistress?" the cute almost nude brunette with the compact little bubble butt asked looking at her, "it's Irene."

"Irene? What are you doing here?" she asked her former serving wench.

"What are YOU doing here, Mistress?" she replied looking at Helen's red strapped bottom, "I'm now one of the maids working in this villa belonging to Senator Menacretes. Charmaine is here also. We were both captured by the Ruum and then sold as slaves."

"I am one of the Senator's pleasure slave girls but I have failed to be sufficiently pleasing so I was beaten and locked in here."

"Failed to be pleasing?" cried Irene amazed, "but you're so beautiful, Mistress, how could any man not find you pleasing?"

"I am no longer your Mistress, Irene, but a slave like you. I even have a slave name. Helen. Your Mistress and mine too is the lady of this house, Senator Menacretes' wife."

"Lady Livia. And what a mean bitch she is. See this," said the girl turning her cute little bottom to Helen showing the red welts on it, "she whips us for the smallest thing. Like with you, Mistress, all the servant girls have to keep their bottoms bared so they can be whipped when needed, with a small whip similar to the one you used to beat us with, but at least you hardly ever did it. And at least we used to get some fun with you when you loaned us out to be fucked by men who used to sometimes give us money as well as hard dick. We never get any hard dick now. We have to play with each other's pussies."

Later she was moved by two male slaves to a hut outside accompanied by Plutonius. She was chained naked to a rough bed on the floor and the last thing they did before they left her was to take off her chastity belt. She looked at the Steward questioningly as he roughly yanked it away exposing her bare vagina.

"This will be your new home, girl. It's better than being sold to an army brothel which was what the Master had been considering. The occupant of this hut when he comes back will no doubt want your pussy bare for his use when he sees you here. So now I have made it fully available for him to satisfy his cock with."

"But I am a virgin!" she cried.

"Not for much longer I can assure you," he smiled.

The room was horrible and dirty. It smelled of sweat and musk as if it were an animal's den. She was very frightened, wondering who might live here. Some kind of cyclops or monster. She eventually fell asleep. After a time she awoke. A tall broad shouldered silhouette of what appeared to be a young man was standing in the now open doorway looking at her. He moved closer in. She saw that he was completely nude, hard, muscled with an enormous dick even its current resting condition crowned by a dark bush. It was the man she sometimes spied on through the grating. The garden boy.

Gingerly he got down beside her, as though he couldn't believe the apparition he was seeing: a beautiful angel waiting for him in his bed. She was frightened. He was smiling but he reminded her of a big dangerous dog that appeared friendly but might turn deadly in a flash. She smiled back nervously but she was unable to hide her terror.

After what seemed an age of looking at and admiring her he spoke pointing at himself.

"I Orik. You?"

"H-helen. I am called Helen."

Rising a little and crouching down on his muscular, dark and furred haunches he suddenly lay closer next to her. His body was hard and smelled of man-sweat. He ran a big calloused hand on her shoulder and then touched her breast. She cringed. He kissed her cheek. She gulped and smiled. She felt his cock, now pressing very hard and earnestly against her thigh, his big balls nestled into her leg. She looked down. His dick, hard and bulbous with the dark foreskin fully retracted, was enormous! He started to kiss her soft full lips, gently at first and then harder. Then quickly before she realised it his heaviness was on top of her.

"Orik not want to hurt beautiful girl. You not be feared," he whispered into her ear with his hot breath as he guided his massive penis into her tight as yet unfurrowed sheath nested in a red beaver.

"No! No! Please! Please! I am a virgin!" she called out pathetically. And then she was no longer a virgin. It felt painful and uncomfortable to have the large living object thrusting hard inside her, the big, powerful, heavy body writhing on top of her. Thrusting in a place that no man had yet been permitted to enter. And then finally after a while she felt the throbbing hammer like head of his penis expand within her body as her sheath enveloped it and his sudden warm male-ejaculations hit the walls of her vagina like fast jets of liquid. He slowed his male-thrusting as the still hard penis was drained. And then he lay on top of her for a while. Spent. Then she found herself silently and bitterly crying as his head lay face down next to hers, as if he were asleep. Not because of the pain which was not very great but because her precious jewel that should have been taken ceremoniously in love making with a Prince or a nobleman or a man of rank had been roughly and casually taken from her by a rude and barely articulate peasant boy and slave in a brutal moment of animalistic passion.

Eventually she fell asleep but during the night he would mount her again and fuck her a number of times. Many times. His dick was constantly hard. And why shouldn't it be. He was a virile young man and she a nubile girl, her round softness a constant goad to his angular hardness. Sometimes in the darkness half asleep she barely knew what was going on, sensing his big dick inside her and his breath in her ear and the occasional male-grunting as his powerful big hips moved on top of her.

In the morning he fucked her again, even though she was sore. Afterwards he brought food for them both. Simple but nutritious. Then he went out to work and she waited lying chained up to the bed. She would sleep and sometimes weep. And in the evening he would return and so it would repeat.

This went on for some weeks or days. She wasn't sure. She lost track of time. Nothing changed. Every night she was fucked multiple times. She even had her first vaginal orgasms. Not because he was in any way a skilled or considerate lover but because it was statistically inevitable that with his large cock thrusting into her vagina so often it would at least sometimes lead to female orgasms. Then one day as she dozed on the cot whilst Orik was out in the sun laboring she was awakened by a hand around her mouth. It was Hassan.

"Don't call out, girl, because no one will hear you and I also have a knife here to finish you if you do. No one is going to care what happens to a common slave girl which is what you now are. You don't have your belt on any more I see, my dear. Your tasty slit is now bare and available. But doubtless that filthy animal has already fucked your virgin pussy hundreds of times with his big cock. Pity. I wanted to be first. Never mind." He mounted and took his pleasure with her leaving once he'd shot his load. He turned up a few more times and fucked her.

One day about two months later (she was unsure of how much time had passed) two male slaves came for her and released her from the chains, taking her back to the pleasure slave girls quarters. Mera, when she saw the state she was in, was shocked and immediately arranged the first bath she'd had in weeks since she'd been living with Orik.

Afterwards attired in a diaphanous see-through silk dress, the perfect skin of her body treated with perfumes, balms and oils by the other girls, she again looked ravishing.

"Now you are no longer a virgin, girl, you can participate in the training in receiving oral pleasure." She didn't like the idea but as a slave she had no choice.

"Will I be sent to the Master's bed again soon, Mera?" she asked feeling anxious.

"The Senator, my dear, is dead. He passed suddenly last week from a stroke. Plutonius ordered your release in the Master's stead. The Young Master will soon permanently return from the front after he resigns his army commission to take over the estate."

Helen did the training and had the other girls kiss, lick and tongue fuck her pussy which she enjoyed in spite of herself. She didn't however really like the salty taste of the other girls' juices. One day she was told something by Mera.

"Tonight, girl, you will go to the Young Master's chamber. He returned from the front last week after leaving the army to take up his late father's senatorial position and you're the only one of his girls whose pussy is yet to receive his cock. As your vagina is his to use you will of course submit to whatever he wants to do. Make sure to be pleasing this time, my girl, if you don't wish to go back to the hut with that animal or worse be sold to an army brothel."

She went to the Young Master's chambers that evening bare foot and virtually also bare bottom wearing a diaphanous see-through smock that reached to her thighs. Of course now her cunt was also bare for the Young Master's ready access. She tried not to feel nervous.

Caster, Menacretes' son, was dressed in just a simple lion cloth when the girl was admitted after knocking the door. He was a tall dark haired man of thirty with a hirsute athletic body, here and there marked with scars from the swords, spears and arrows of the enemy. His masculine face was not handsome but not ugly either. It was marked with a dark stubble on his skin and cheeks. He had a battle scar across his left cheek that added character to it.

She noticed the sudden fire of desire light in his green eyes as soon as he saw her nude body in the revealing smock. She also detected a shift in the front of his loin cloth.

"Come, my dear," he said holding out his hand and sitting on the bed, "sit. Helen isn't it? I haven't met you before. Stand up. Let me see you."

He lifted the front of her smock.

"You're no longer a virgin I understand so you're accustomed to having a man's dick inside you. That's good because your vagina and my cock will tonight make their first acquaintance together. Turn around. Very nice," he said approvingly as he lifted the skirt and ran a hand over her round butt cheeks. He got her to turn around again and rising pulled her dress completely off.

"Beautiful tits. I will dick fuck them later tonight. Have your tits ever been fucked before?" he asked her.

"No, Sir," she respectfully answered him.

"No? My girl, your soft tits were first and foremost made by the Gods to have a man's hard dick sandwiched between them."

He grabbed her face and started kissing her. Softly. Then more passionate. They sat back down on the bed together.

"Come lie back on the bed," he told her, "knees up. I'm going to use my mouth and tongue on your pussy." When he found out that her only experience of this was with the other girls he was both surprised and interested.

"I must tell Mera to invite me the next time she has one of these sessions. Maybe I can assist with this training personally and also I might discover a few new things myself."

The girl was moaning with never before experienced pleasure as he kissed softly the lips of her pussy. Her woman's juices flowed into the man's mouth and face, his stubble becoming wet with her cunt fluids. She felt the hard stubble moving roughly against her inner thigh as his tongue and mouth went further inside exploring her vagina. His gentle stimulation of her clitorous brought new levels of sensation, her nails dug into his broad male-shoulders as she cried out continuously.

With his loin cloth now removed he guided his hard cock into where his tongue had already been at work: her now very wet and receptive snatch. His dick was the third to ever enter her. He was slow at first but going deeper and deeper thrusting. And then supporting himself on his toes and plunging downwards faster. The walls of her vagina seemed to tightly embrace the pulsating head of his thick tool. She squealed with agonized delight as the downward thrusts increased in rapidity. Finally his release came like a spring, the fluid spurting forth, draining his pent up balls and filling her canal with a fresh consignment of his cum.

Later as promised he tit fucked her, after first carefully bathing with his strong hands her soft tits in olive oils. She found it both strange and thrilling as she felt the long hard object sliding continuously between them and watched as the bulbous head with its tiny aperture poked out from between the fleshy mammaries held together with her hands till finally like a snake the aperture erupted spitting in white spouts hitting her kneck and shoulders.

He fucked her again in the morning, mounting her first thing before she was even awake.

The following night he ordered her back to his room and the following night again. It seemed he couldn't get enough of fucking her in every way, including her pussy, tits, mouth and ass cheeks all regularly receiving his almost permanently hard dick. Eventually Mera complained to Plutonius that the other girls were becoming jealous and unhappy. He spoke to the Master who agreed that he should try to fuck all the girls equally so he went back to ordering the other girls, sometimes singly sometimes in couples, to his room to be fucked by him but Helen was still undoubtedly his favorite by far.

One day he visited the the pleasure slave girls quarters as prearranged with Mera during their regular training and pretended to be shocked that he had never been before invited to show them what to do. He demanded all the girls watch whilst one by one, after getting them to bend and spread their thighs, he kissed, licked and tongued their slits. He then got another girl to try it on the one he'd just given cunnunlingus to in order to check she was doing it right and that they all understood the techniques. He arranged to return to assist with training a few more times.

About five months after his Father's passing, Caster was with his mother alone in the villa.

"Now you are a Senator, my son, you should consider marrying. I have taken the liberty of drawing up a list of suitable girls."

"No need, Mother, I have already decided on a wife."

"Oh?" Lady Livia looked at him with surprise.

"I will marry Irwin."

"Irwin? Who is Irwin?"

"You may know her as Helen."

Still the woman did not know who he was talking about.

He sighed. "She's been living here for months. We have been together intimately many times already."

It then dawned on Lady Livia who he must be talking about. With horror.

"You can't be serious? Marry a filthy slave?"

"Please don't call her that. She will be manumitted once we are wed. She was a noblewoman and a Princess in her own country, the daughter of a King...."

"Noblewoman? Princess of the dung heap. Her barbarian country was conquered and no longer exists. She is a foreigner. Not a woman of the Ruum. And therefore lower than the meanest, most illiterate fish wife or washer woman here in this city. And worse a dirty slave who spends her day bare bottomed and whose sole function is to satisfy men's cocks. It is a disgrace! It is a scandal!"

"Satisfy men's cocks? Isn't that what wives are meant to do?"

"For their husbands!!"

"As she has done for her Master. Me. Other men, even senators, have married their slaves, Mother..."

"That doesn't make it any less disgusting. I forbid you to make this obscene so-called marriage!"

"Mother I love you. Very much. I am your eldest and only surviving son. Without you I would not be in this world. However father's untimely death, and the great grief you have had to bear, has not allowed you to catch up with the new reality. By the laws of Ruum I am the Pater Familias here. I have the life and death say over the body of every person in this household, including your own. I am Judge, Jury and Executioner. No mortal man or woman may gainsay me. Only the Gods themselves. I have come to a decision. I've decided you may NOT continue to live here any longer with my future wife and me. You may choose any of our other villas in which to live or, you're a very rich woman in your own right, buy a new one of your own. Take your time, Mother, but please don't make it forever. My wife and I will want to be alone together soon."

He left the room with Lady Livia stunned and unable to believe what she'd just heard.

After she became married to Caster, Irwin, who resumed her free name instead of Helen her former slave's name, had her two maids, Irene and Charmaine, with her again. She still kept both girls bare bottomed in case of the need to apply discipline (although she seldom whipped them unlike Lady Livia) and she occasionally offered their services to male visitors (also unlike her mother in law).

Orik the big boy who had fucked her pussy every night and day for eight weeks was promoted to Head Gardener. Hassan was dismissed from his post and a new discipline master was engaged instead.

Caster, although he slept with his wife often, still also, at her urging, regularly fucked his pleasure slave girls. She didn't want any of her former work colleagues to feel neglected, as she said to him.

"You need to share your big dick with your other girls, darling," she told him turning around and running a hand across his dark stubble and touching the war scar on his cheek as his hard hirsute body nestled into her soft back.

"But your warm pussy, my love, will always be its natural first home," he replied kissing her softly, his still stiff tool which had just ejaculated resting inside her moist vagina post coitus.

THE END

A STORY BY Ecrierotique