SLAVES
OF ROME
In
SLAVES
OF ROME
we follow the adventures of Marcus, a lusty officer in the
legions of Rome as he is sent to guard the northern frontier from the savage
blond barbarians; proud Nordic warriors whose women were renown throughout the
empire for their startling beauty. War yields captives and captives in those
less civilized times were forced into slavery, made to obey and to serve their
Roman masters. This is the story of the wild debauchery and the sensual
decadence that flowed out from imperial Rome to the furthest reaches of the
far-flung empire.
Excerpt from
Slaves of Rome
Excited by her growing arousal, I gently
plucked at the stiffening buds, pinching the slippery nipples between thumb and
forefinger, rolling the little nubbins as I tugged on the elastic flesh,
pulling to stretch her nipples till she groaned under the sweet torture. I soon
had those tips swollen with excitement, the aureole expanded, tiny stems
protruding saucily. The girl tried to arch back against the pillar, raising her
bosom, silently begging to offer me even more, but I had other territory to
explore. And so I left those pretty tits heaving in ragged undulations, their
excited tips throbbing and proudly erect, and I moved on, sliding my palms along
their shallow undercurves and down her slippery body,
over the traces of the ribcage and beyond, down her taut belly. The slave girl sighed; a sigh of disappointment, or perhaps a sigh of
relief, I couldn't tell which.
Now my hungry hands glided along the tightly
drawn skin of her belly, moving back and forth between the ridges of the
jutting hipbones, delighting in the smooth feel of that satiny skin. My fingers
were soon edging along the light haze of fuzz, darkened with oil,
that started low on her belly and trailed down to form the thicket of
moist curls spreading over her splayed underarch.
Crouching down before her, I visually inspected, but did not yet touch, the
girl's vulnerable pussy. Instead, I placed my hands on her hips, and slowly
followed the flaring contours of her haunches over the cradle
of her hips and down onto her tapering thighs. I traced along the
straining thigh muscles. The tendons stood out, sculpting and
shaping the sinewy contours so that I could follow the resulting plane that
sloped into the silken flesh of the inner thigh. I ran my fingers up and
down her inner thighs, edging always closer to the center of her arch. I saw
the tautly drawn tendons twitch as I stroked her opened thighs.
A demanding surge of lust shot through me,
and I abruptly got to my feet. Stepping close to the bound girl, only inches
from her taut body, I pressed down along her belly with the heel of my hand and
was soon palming the slave girl's pubic mound, rubbing it gently at first, then
more firmly fondling that fleshy Mound of Venus while the girl leaned back and
let her jaw drop. And from her open mouth came a soft moan.
I held the girl by her sex and closed my
hand, cupping the arch of her pubic bone, curling my fingers up into the soft
folds of flesh between her legs, squeezing the bulging lips of her vulva,
feeling her incredible inner heat. My fingers felt along her protruding netherlips, pressing in, the middle one slipping into the
delicate folds to probe her slick depths and getting a shuddering moan of
pleasure. As my finger slid wetly up all the way into her cunt, the girl gave
out with a long low groan from somewhere deep in her throat.
I watched her blindfolded face, saw the
twinge of urgency crease her brow; saw her twitch, squirming helplessly, her
hips moving sensually against the pillar. Arching back, she rolled her head
from side to side as I jiggled the finger, now buried to the hilt in her slick
little vagina. She strained back, raising her hips and grinding her hot sex
against my palm while the tendons of her thighs grew rigid,
the muscles tightening as she thrust upward. The erotic sight of the young girl
burning with sexual heat sent my pulse racing, the fire of lust surging up in
me, driving me to take her. To hell with the contest!
Tingling with excitement, I tore at my
clothes, snatching off tunic and loincloth, till I stood in nothing but my
sandals, my turgid penis proudly upstanding up in bold salute to the naked
woman writhing before me. Positioning myself right between her archate legs, I guided my straining penis to the edge of
the gaping pussy and abruptly took her, lunging forward, driving up her wet,
pulsating vagina in a single powerful thrust that caused the girl to stiffen
and draw in a sharp hiss of breath through clenched teeth. I clamped her slick
hips and holding on to her with both hands, wiggled my loins while thrusting
upward, burying my engorged prick up her cunt to the hilt. The impaled female
threw back her head and let out a low earthy moan of deep satisfaction.
The heavenly feel of her tight young pussy
was exquisite, and I fucked the girl with deep full strokes, speeding up till I
was bucking my hips with furious abandon, powering into her, crazed by lust to
see the slave girl's hot twisting body thrashing about in erotic frenzy. She
was making tiny little grunts now with each thrust of my loins, a crisp
staccato that told me she was getting close to the edge; I held on, grimly
determined to match my release to hers. I felt the tremendous upsurge of my
climax, and rammed into her, holding myself in place, buried in her churning
depths as she gasped and stiffened. She cried out in long lingering moan as a
tremor rippled through her thin frame, followed by a more definite shudder,
deeper and more massive. I came in an thunderous
explosion of pure pleasure while the slave girl shook and trembled in the
throes of orgasmic delight, and then went limp, sagging in her bonds.