Roman Sacrifice

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During the reign of the corrupt Roman Emperor Commodus, sexual 
debauchery reached new heights. Commodus's cruel sister Lucia is 
given free reign to indulge in all of her cruel sexual fantasies - 
including her favourite - sexual sacrifice to her favourite 
Goddess...

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ROMAN SACRIFICE.

Rome, 190 AD.

      At the height of the reign of the notoriously decadent 
Emperor Commodus, an almost unheard of debauchery came to exist. 
Commodus himself had personal harems of hundreds of females, and 
also young males….. Those around him had their own personal Empires 
and were often left to pursue their own debauchery to the limits of 
their imagination. Commodus himself was too busy to worry. 
      A case in point was the Emperor's 20-year-old 'baby' sister 
Lucia, a beautiful young woman with a notoriously cruel streak who 
had her own Palace stretching over several acres in the near 
vicinity of the City. She was renowned (though no one would dare 
criticise her) for her imaginative 'sex games' and virtual 
pantomimes usually involving cruelty, and often resulting in the 
deaths or mutilations of expendable male slaves or prisoners of 
war. In order to 'legitimise' some of her cruel behaviour she 
effectively re-invented a long lost ancient fertility cult to cloak 
her activities. Males 'needed' to be sacrificed to the Goddess 
Karala in order to 'bless' the good people of Rome with strong 
healthy children. Lucia invented many strange, bizarre and cruel 
methods of dispatching the slaves - but her favourite was the 
castration ceremony. As she lay on her couch in a room open to a 
beautiful view across the her own valley, sipping wine, she 
recalled her most recent such occasion…….
      She had gone to select a man suitable for her latest 
castration ceremony from among prisoners of war destined for the 
gladiator ring. She had selected from among the lines of naked men 
a powerfully built warrior, a Roman deserter in fact. She had him 
shackled and transported back to her Palace. She was particularly 
pleased at the size of his masculinity, she had weighed his 
appendages in her hand and had been pleased at his libidinous 
reaction to her feminine warmth. She had observed his strong 
muscular body with great and uninhibited pleasure. Her Palace was a 
feminine domain, once the Praetorian Guardsmen had deposited him at 
her Palace gates he was taken in hand by her own female assistants, 
of which she had many. Her own Palace bodyguards were women - and 
were a match for most male guards. He was taken to her inner 
Palace, on a slightly lower level were the 'games' took place. He 
was fed, watered and cleaned; and then fastened down on a bench - 
ready for the following days activities. He was kept naked, like an 
animal. She watched his large cock swing this way and that as he 
was pushed around. She insisted that he was tied very tightly to 
the heavy padded wooden frame which served as his bed for the 
night. She wondered what he thought his fate would be, perhaps he 
thought he was to be a sex slave, he could wish for no more she 
thought…. She determined to pay him a visit that evening.
      After washing that evening, she brought her favourite 
accomplice and special bodyguard Reem to the main chamber and 
dismissed the guards so that they could be alone with the man. She 
walked silently around the bound man and began trailing her fingers 
across his chest as her friend looked on and smiled, her dagger 
always at her hip. The man knew better than to speak himself. Lucia 
suddenly cast off her flimsy silken gown and revealed her nakedness 
to him. She trailed her fingers across his manhood and watched it 
react, It grew to a magnificent tumescence until it finally 
quivered at an incredible 9" in thick length, and his big balls…. 
She climbed onto his bound legs and slid up his body, taking care 
to tease and brush against his manhood as much as possible. She 
bent low so that his iron hard shaft dug erotically into her soft 
stomach, and whispered to him, "Tomorrow I want you to be a man for 
me like you are tonight. I have many women here, and we need you 
big and strong for us…." The man's brain burned with lust as he 
felt her running her finger over his solid shaft again and imagined 
the pleasures of the next day. He had been facing certain death 
only hours earlier, the Gods must have been smiling on him, he 
thought.
      Lucia woke early, excited by the prospects of the day ahead. 
She could hardly wait for the ceremony. All morning the bound man 
would be teased, apparently innocently, by semi-naked young girls 
as they washed, fed and finally oiled his body down. He became 
frequently erect, until one of the girls would giggle and pour cold 
water over it, or another might pout and slap it around - though 
that did not seem to make it go down - much to her 
feigned 'horror'. The women began to position cloth and wooden 
partitions around the man so that Lucia could position herself in 
her customary hidden manner near his feet, but slightly raised for 
an excellent view of the proceedings. The women had filed in, a 
dozen in all. Did he believe he was to service them all? She 
thought he did. Lucia began to play with herself as she watched 
from behind her cloth barrier with it's discreet observation slit.
      The women knew what to do first, they had to arouse the 
slave. As Lucia watched from behind her screen, she briefly worried 
if she had been impatient. She liked the victims to have full balls 
for the ceremony. Should she have waited a few days, no, she 
answered herself. The strength of his erection had told her of his 
long sexual abstinence. She watched the women go to work on the 
man, some slaves themselves, others her employees. They caressed 
and licked him, hands reached for his balls and pulled on them - 
his manhood rose into a magnificent erection - but remained 
untouched - it quivered alone, jerking and desperate for contact. 
All the while the women stripped, until they were all naked. Some 
of the women gasped at the size of his staff of hard flesh, with 
it's large plum uncovered at the top. The man was oiled from head 
to toe, until he glistened. Two of the women were not really women 
at all, merely slave girls of tender age. The younger of the two, 
Elsa, was the one previously instructed to take charge of the 
quivering erection. Lucia loved to see her innocent young hands 
take charge of a big solid erection - her fumbling inexperience 
only seemed to tease the men more - this one was no exception. It 
was especially so as the size of her hand contrasted so against 
this brute of a penis. She pulled it around and teased it as the 
man squirmed as much as his tight bonds would allow. Meanwhile, 
Tarusa, the other teenager, took his balls and began to bind the 
root of the ball sac with a leather thong - as she did so the hefty 
balls were forced down into the bottom of his flesh sac, becoming 
trapped. She was the chosen Castratrix, young and tender, and soon 
to unman this big powerful warrior - but he was not her first. 
      Shalia, a woman of Arabic extraction, was next to position 
herself, across the man's chest in fact. Her large hips and 
beautifully full and shapely bottom were complemented by her smooth 
shaven crotch, now so close to his face. The man's senses were 
almost overpowered by the smell of her womanhood and the sight of 
her pouting, shaven vagina in such close up detail. His cock became 
so hard it felt almost painful to him as the young girl seemed to 
struggle to pull it around and tease it. The man did not notice 
another woman, eyeing him coldly. Lucia's friend Reem. She was the 
only one not fully naked; she wore a black silk thong pulled 
tightly between her legs. In her hands she carried a strong silken 
cord, she flexed it. Her chest heaved in anticipation of her part 
in the sacrifice, her nipples were hard with excitement. In the 
centre of the area, a beautifully carved figure of the Goddess 
Karala looked impassively down on the proceedings. At her feet, a 
small brazier burned - the flickering seemed to bring her beautiful 
features almost to life.
      Another slave girl was given the slave's balls to hold and 
pull on, whilst young Tarusa gently lifted up the sinister looking 
gelding shears with their wicked looking curved blades. The other 
women crowded around so that he felt immersed in a sea of female 
flesh, their sweat and smells almost sending him over the edge into 
an orgasmic bliss he thought would kill him. He watched breasts bob 
and bounce above and to the side, but always his fevered eyes 
returned to Shalia's pouting shaven mons before his eyes. She 
whispered down to him, teasingly. "You must give up your seed for 
Karala, she demands it, all of it - we must see it…" Her words were 
lost on him now, he was nothing but pleasure personified - he felt 
that familiar tingling in his loins. If only the girl would rub his 
cock faster and harder, if only he could fuck one of them, all of 
them - it was tease, tease, tease….. The women knew he was about to 
come, they all knew, Tarusa knew. She carefully placed the shears 
around his tied balls - at the root - taking care that he should 
not feel the sharp metal. 
      Shalia cooed down to his anguished features and rocked her 
hips so that her pouting vaginal lips now jostled against his chin 
and then his lips. A metal cup was quickly placed near the end of 
his cock. He groaned like an animal, Princess Lucia stood up now. 
She watched his organ suddenly jet come out with such force it 
shocked even her. Young Elsa gasped as the organ jerked so 
forcefully in her hand, the come squirting violently into the metal 
cup. Again and again it jetted, as Reem moved into position, 
quickly looping the cord over his neck to expertly throttle him. 
His sudden asphyxiation only intensified the ejaculation as he only 
vaguely understood what was happening to him. Tarusa did not wait 
for his ejaculation to finish, her face tightened with 
determination and she closed the blades on his trapped flesh. A 
determined squeeze and the balls came free into the other girl's 
clutching hand - she quickly handed the large severed balls to 
Tarusa, who in turn placed them in the cup of sperm and walked 
briskly to the burning brazier. She picked up a small ceramic 
object and quickly pulped the balls in the cup with it. She cast 
the smashed balls, now mixed with his copious sperm, into the 
flames and uttered a prayer to Karala the Goddess. By the time she 
turned to see her handiwork on the man, he was twitching in death 
as Reem's strong arms were finishing choking the last trace of life 
out of him. Shalia looked down between her spread legs at the man's 
face, she believed she had had a small come as her vagina had been 
jostled against him during the struggle to extinguish him. 
Strangely the man's big cock was still erect and drooling come from 
the tip.
   Lucia snapped out of her pleasant afternoon reverie, she sipped 
her wine again and looked forward the games she had planned for 
tonight as her hand reached down to her crotch again…… 


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