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……