SLAVE GIRLS OF ROME 


In SLAVE GIRLS 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 Slave Girls 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.



  
Slave Girls