There’s a backstory behind this story, and I don’t just mean that it is a follow on to Roman-ce. After Roman-ce was published a woman called Sarah emailed me that I really should write a second episode. So I found out a little about her so I could add her to the story. And here she is…
Paul the gardener would regularly call on the palace. Of course, among his regular tasks was to make sure that the house plants in the empress Vicky’s apartment were growing healthily. He would plunge his fingers into the brown earth of the pots, and plunge his tongue and his cock into all the entrances of the empress’s attractive body. He would take his pleasure from her in whatever way he desired without any consideration of her wishes. And by forcing her to do his bidding he gave her more excitement than if she got everything she could ask for.
It was a hot roman summer’s day when Paul entered the Empress’s bedchamber. He knew she would not be there so it was an opportunity to give some undivided attention to the plants without the distraction of Vicky’s obedient body. He was surprised that there was another slave in the room clearing up the urns that had been used to bring hot water to the empress first thing in the morning. She had her back to her when he came into the room so the most noticeable thing about her was her long red hair that cascaded down her back, a river of molten bronze against the pure white of her thin slave’s robe.
Paul had never seen a red-headed slave at the palace before.
“She must be new,” Paul thought, “a Celtic slave from the western edge of the empire, Ireland or Scotland or Brittany.”
The Celts had a reputation for being feisty and uncontrollable, which is why the Romans had largely left them alone, building walls and dykes to keep them out of the area firmly under the pax romana. Occasionally the Romans would make a sortie into the Celtic territory to establish their dominance of the area and to capture the defeated villagers and send them back to Rome as slaves.
The girl heard his sandals on the floor and she turned round. She was young, perhaps only in her late teens. She was pretty with piercing blue eyes. Her large breasts strained against her robe where it was wrapped tightly across her chest. He looked a bit lower. He couldn’t really see anything but he could imagine the triangle of red hair must stand guard at the top of her thighs.
**
Sarah heard someone come into the room. She turned round to see it was Paul who she recognized having seen him in the distance before. She had heard the story about how Vicky had rescued him from death in the amphitheatre and then put him in charge of all the plants in the gardens and around the palace. As an ex-gladiator doing hard physical work, Paul was very muscular. A thought flashed through Sarah’s mind that Paul could pick her up and throw her onto the empress’s bed and take her, and there would be nothing she could do against his strength. She was surprised to feel nipples harden at the idea.
Paul asked her her name and she told him, feeling rather self-conscious about the betrayal by her hard pointed nipples.
“Are you interested in becoming a gardener, Sarah” Paul asked her.
Sarah knew that Paul employed several female slaves to help with the upkeep of the plants in the palace. Vicky was almost alone in allowing a male slave into her bedchamber, and so Paul needed a cohort of assistants to maintain the plants in rooms of the many female residents. It would be a way of escaping being a scullery slave with the endless pots to be washed and laundry to be done. The trouble was she knew next-to-nothing about gardening.
“But I’m not sure I know enough about it,” Sarah objected.
**
Paul didn’t care whether Sarah knew anything about gardening. Flower beds were not the type of bed he was interested in teaching her about. Flower seeds were not the type of seed he was interested in planting.
“It is not that difficult,” Paul replied. “Are you obedient?”
“Mostly.”
“Well that is not good enough. To work for me requires submitting to whatever I ask of you. Neither I nor the plants will thrive without complete dedication. I know you Celts can be unreliable with sudden tempers.”
Sarah felt the opportunity to escape the scullery slipping away..
“I will do everything that you ask of me,” she said, her blue eyes locked unwaveringly on his.
“You will be punished if you don’t,” Paul replied quietly.
“Try me,” Sarah challenged.
**
Paul was pleased at how easy it had been to manipulate Sarah into promising total obedience. Now he would raise the stakes and see if she would hold true to her commitment. He would start verbally though.
“When did you last masturbate?” Paul asked her.
**
Sarah was stunned to be asked such a question. Masturbation was considered immoral for women, supposedly leading to all sorts of weaknesses. There was no way that she was going to answer the question truthfully, which was that she had masturbated last night before going to sleep and again that morning.
“I never have,” she replied.
“I told you that you would be punished for lack of obedience. Since it is your first transgression I will only give you one stroke with the cane.”
She felt Paul’s eyes staring at her, waiting for her to answer truthfully.
“A month ago,” she said, trying to look Paul straight in the eyes. But her eyes fell away admitting the lie.
“Two strokes,” said Paul.
Her shoulders slumped. “This morning,” she admitted, expecting to be punished for such deviant behavior.
“That’s good,” said Paul. “I like a woman who knows how her body works and keeps it well-maintained. It is a good first step to knowing how plants work and keeping them well-maintained.”
**
Paul was pleased that she was not a woman who had been put off masturbating by the prevailing ethos. It bode well for how easy she would be to arouse. It was time to take things to the next stage.
“Show me your breasts,” Paul said to Sarah.
Sarah froze. Paul could see that she was very surprised, unsure what type of a test this was. Paul thought for a moment that she was going to storm out before he saw in her eyes that she would comply.
“Total obedience means what it says,” Paul said quietly to her. “And hesitating to obey is itself punishable by another lash.”
**
Sarah felt a mixture of arousal and defeat as she reached up and undid the simple brooch that closed her robe. She let the thin material fall, catching it at her waist, aware of Paul’s eyes studying her pink nipples, hard with excitement.
She watched as Paul’s hands reached out and caressed her breasts, slowly circling in until he held each nipple between finger and thumb. She felt a warm glow of pleasure radiate across her chest as his fingers found their targets.
She realized she was very aroused, no longer half wanting to flee but instead to submit to Paul’s desires.
“Drop your robe completely,” he whispered in her ear. This time she didn’t hesitate, she let go of the robe and it fell in puddle around her feet. She was completely naked.
**
When Sarah dropped the robe Paul looked down. He was pleased to see the flame-colored triangle below his belly that he had imagined when he had first seen her. He could see the beginning of the cleft of her sex, with the pink tongue of her inner lips cradled between her fleshy outer lips with their crest of orange hair.
“Kneel,” he ordered her. Immediately she knelt on the material of her robe.
Paul reached up and undid the buckle that held his tunic in place and dropped it to the ground. His hard cock stuck out in front of Sarah’s face. He reached down and put a hand on the back of her head and slowly pushed his cock against her lips.
**
Sarah knew what he wanted but she had never had a cock in her mouth. In fact she’d never even really seen an erect cock. The only sexual experience she had had were a couple of unsatisfactory occasions in the dark with another slave who came too quickly, didn’t know where her clit was, and went to sleep leaving her unsatisfied. Paul seemed to know what he was doing and she realized she might learn about a lot more than gardening if she worked for him.
She opened her mouth and let Paul’s cock enter her. She wasn’t really sure what she should do but she swirled her tongue around the knob of Paul’s cock and he moaned in pleasure. He reached down and took her right hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. As her tongue caressed his cockhead she felt him moving her hand back and forth, showing him how to arouse a man.
She could feel herself getting more aroused and wet. Submissively kneeling in front of Paul and having a cock in her mouth was one of the most exciting things she had ever done.
**
Paul knew that now he had his cock in her mouth he would be able to get Sarah to do anything that morning. He guessed from her inexperienced tongue that this was a first for her and he could tell how arousing she was finding it.
He thought about pulling out of her mouth and fucking her immediately but instead he decided to take his time He would come in her mouth, then he would punish her, then he would take away the pain by licking her by which time he would be ready to fuck her.
Paul started to thrust his cock a bit deeper into her mouth. He didn’t want to hurt her but he did want her to feel that her body was his to do with as he pleased. He was getting close to coming.
**
Sarah felt Paul thrusting deeper into her mouth, his cockhead going to the back of her throat. It was hard not to gag. She stroked his shaft faster now, lubricated with her own saliva. He was taking long strokes from her lip to her throat when she started to taste the saltiness as the warm jets of his orgasm emptied into her mouth.
**
Paul felt his climax pump into Sarah, pleased that he had managed to find another slave who was turned on by submitting to his whims. Next he would find out whether she enjoyed a bit of pain too.
Paul walked over the large pot of flowers in the corner of the room and pulled out a long cane.
“It is time for your punishment next,” he said. “Pain before pleasure.” He pointed to a chest in the center of the room. “Bend over that.”
Paul watched Sarah bend over the chest so that her bottom was in the air.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
**
Sarah felt very vulnerable bent over the chest, all the more so when Paul wouldn’t let her keep her legs together and made her expose her cunt-lips for his inspection.
Paul reached under one breast where it was pressed into the top of the wooden chest. She felt something metal on her nipple and then suddenly it bit into her, sending an almost unbearable twinge throbbing out across her breast. He reached under the other breast and attached another clip to the other nipple. After a moment she could manage the pain and it started to become a pleasure. But the clamps attached her to the chest so that she was unable to move, fixed down in this most undignified position.
She felt Paul’s fingers press between her lips, pushing into her wetness. She was aching for his fingers to move lower, to touch her clit but he moved the other way and rubbed some of her wetness on her asshole. She had no idea what he was doing, nobody had ever touched her there before.
**
Paul was pleased at how wet Sarah was. She was clearly really turned on by the exhibitionism of being bent naked over the chest and the pain of the nipple clamps. He ran his finger up to her asshole. He guessed that he would be the first person in that tight hole, but there was plenty of time for that.
He slashed the cane through the air a couple of times.
“I want you to count the strokes for me,” he told her. “But otherwise I want you to be as quiet as you can.”
**
Sarah heard the cane whoosh through the air and braced for an impact that never came. She had to be careful not to move her body too much or it stressed her nipples and bolts of pain burst forth again.
She heard the cane in the air again and then heard the slap of the impact across her cheeks. She heard it as if it was happening to someone else and then suddenly it felt like a line of bees had simultaneously stung her across her bottom. He body jerked and bees stung her nipples too. She cried out and then bit her lip to silence herself.
**
Paul brought the cane down hard on the lily-white cheeks of Sarah’s ass. She was silent for a moment and then the pain hit her and she cried out. A long red weal appeared across her bottom.
Paul was surprised that she remembered to count. “One,” she whimpered.
“That was for claiming you didn’t masturbate,” Paul announced.
He brought the cane down again, aiming for a slightly different spot.
“Two,” she moaned.
“That was for claiming that the last time you masturbated was ages ago.”
**
Sarah was trying to remember how many strokes of punishment she had racked up. She wasn’t sure how much she could endure. She wished she could reach back and masturbate herself but she was certain that would just result in more punishment.
She heard the cane again, felt the explosion of pain from a different part of her ass.
“Three,” she remembered to say.
“That was for hesitating to show me your breasts.”
She awaited another stroke but instead she felt Paul licking her cheeks. She could feel his tongue run over the ridges left by the cane. His tongue was soothing, as if he was licking the pain from her. His tongue moved lower and she felt him lick the length of her inner lips sending waves of pleasure through her body that somehow outweighed the throbbing pain on her ass and her nipples.
**
Paul pushed his tongue into the young woman’s cunt. She was very wet, obviously turned on by her punishment. He started long slow strokes the length of her inner lips, listening to her breath quicken as her arousal built up. She wasn’t far from coming, he could tell. He gently parted the folds of her outer lips with his fingers, opening up her cunt to him. He could see her clit, nestling between her thighs like a small pearl where her pink lips came together. Paul put the tip of his tongue on her clit and in a few quick circular movements took her over the top, as she cried out as her orgasm swept over her.
**
Sarah felt Paul open up her sex. Her clit felt as hard as a pebble when his tongue touched her. He felt his tongue circle her clit and then her body exploded in a mixture of pleasure and relief. His tongue continued to slowly stroke her clit as the contractions of her orgasms built up and then died away.
Paul reached under her breasts and undid the clamps. Far from the pain going away, it started up again as the blood returned to her nipples. She stood up. Paul was behind her and reached around her and gently massaged her breasts as the twinges gradually died down.
“Bend over the chest again,” Paul ordered her. She was worried he was going to put the nipple clamps back on, that he was just teasing her by releasing her. But instead he grabbed a swatch of red hair in each hand. She felt his hard cock nestle in the opening to her cunt. Paul pulled back on her hair, pulling her onto him. She felt her cunt resist for a moment and then it gave in and she slid backwards onto his cock until her red-striped cheeks were pushed against his belly. Paul started to thrust vigorously in and out of Sarah’s cunt, pulling on her hair to ram himself into her aggressively.
**
Vicky returned to her bedroom and was surprised to hear the sounds of sex as she approached. She could hear the rhythmic creaking of the chest in the center of the room that she had been fucked over so many times. She guessed immediately that Paul must be fucking one of the slaves. She looked quietly into the room. A slave she didn’t recall seeing before was bent over the chest. Paul was holding her red hair like reins and was riding her vigorously, eliciting moans of pleasure and arousal. She could tell from the red marks on her pale cheeks that he had punished her first. She was intrigued as to who she was. She felt the tingles of excitement twinge between her legs.
Sarah was facing the wrong way and too aroused to notice Vicky come into the room. Vicky walked up behind Paul, reached between her legs and started to caress his balls as he slid in and out of Sarah’s welcoming cunt. Vicky slid a finger further beneath Paul’s balls and started to stroke Sarah’s clit as Paul continued to fuck her. Sarah didn’t seem to notice that her finger did not belong to Paul. But in any case, the additional stimulation was as much as Sarah could take and she started to come. Paul let go of her hair and spanked her cheeks, re-inflaming them and driving her climax to a still higher level. Vicky pushed a finger into Sarah alongside Paul’s cock and felt her cunt clamping on her as his cock as he slid back and forth beside her finger.
Vicky listened as the young girl’s orgasm faded away. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted the girl’s tongue there.
“It looks like you two are having fun,” she said loudly.
**
As Sarah’s orgasm fluttered away she was caught off guard to hear a woman’s voice. She stood up quickly, pulling herself off Paul’s cock., and turned round to see who it was. Expecting another slave she was surprised to see the empress Vicky herself in her purple robe.
She felt very naked as Vicky looked her up and down, taking in her red hair, her blue eyes and her erect pink nipples. As Vicky’s eyes descended, Sarah automatically covered her sex with her hand.
“Move your hand,” said Vicky.
Reluctantly Sarah moved her hand aside, almost feeling Vicky’s eyes as they examined her orange triangle.
“Turn round,” said Vicky.
Sarah slowly turned.
“I see Paul has been training you hard,” Vicky said to her. Sarah felt the empress’s hand as it caressed her smarting ass cheeks, gently feeling the welts from the cane.
**
Paul watched Vicky enjoying Sarah’s body, stroking her well-disciplined ass with her long fingers.
“This is Sarah,” he told the empress. “She has just joined my team of gardeners.”
“Oh yes,” Vicky replied. “And does she know about obedience.”
“No, you must tell her.”
“Very well,” said Vicky but Paul interrupted her.
“You must be naked first,” he said in a tone of voice that left no room for argument.
**
Sarah was incredulous when Paul ordered Vicky to undress. She had been expecting Vicky to tell her that she, too, must be obeyed without question and was wondering what perversion she was going to be forced to perform.
Vicky undid the brooch holding her toga in place and unwrapped the expensive cloth from around her body. Sarah realized that she had very large breasts, it was only the fact that she was so tall that made them look normal. She had sparse reddish-brown pubic hair, very different from Sarah’s own crotch. Vicky turned around and Sarah saw marks from a cane across her ass too, darker now since they must be several days old. All the rumors she had heard about Paul and Vicky, far from being false, obviously didn’t go far enough.
Vicky started to talk to her. “As you know, I am the empress, the most powerful woman in the empire. And when other people are present you must be instantly obedient like the junior slave that you are. However, when I am alone with any group of Paul and his gardeners then you must tell me what you want of me. And if I am insufficiently submissive then you may punish me as Paul has clearly punished you earlier this morning.”
“That’s not what you were expecting, is it?” Paul asked. “So what would you like? Would you like the empress to make you come? Of course you would, what young slave would not. Lie on the empress’s bed and tell her what you desire.”
**
Sarah listened to all this with growing astonishment. Earlier that morning she had been a scullery slave, the most junior of junior slaves in the palace. Now she was expected to order the empress to service her.
Before she could think too much about it, she climbed up onto the empress’s bed, lay back and spread her legs.
“Lick me,” she demanded.
Vicky obediently moved between Sarah’s legs and bent forward. She gently parted Sarah’s lips with her fingers, opening her sex wide and exposing her unhooded clit. She lowered her mouth to Sarah’s mound.
Sarah felt her eyes starting to close with excitement. But she forced herself to keep them open, she didn’t want to miss any of the unique sight of the empress pleasuring her. It might never happen again. The empress’s tongue gently tickled her expectant clit. Sarah continued to watch as Vicky’s tongue expertly moved over her sex, teasing her a little at times, rasping her hard like a cat’s tongue at others.
“Move so you are over her mouth too,” Sarah heard Paul tell Vicky.
Vicky climbed up onto the bed and moved so that her cunt was over Sarah’s mouth. Then she put her head back between the red-head’s legs and continued to lick Sarah towards higher levels of excitement. Sarah could feel Vicky’s large breasts pressed into her belly. She stuck out her tongue, probed between Vicky’s fleshy lips and started to slowly lick her clit, enjoying the flavor of her empress’s cunt.
**
After Paul ordered Vicky to straddle Sarah, he climbed onto the bed too. He moved himself behind Vicky just above where Sarah’s tongue was working Vicky’s clit. He positioned his cock in Vicky’s entrance and elicited a groan of pleasure as he pushed forward into her tight wet cunt. Paul could feel Sarah’s tongue on his balls whenever he penetrated Vicky fully. He started to fuck her leisurely. He could tell from her breathing that Vicky was close to coming, that she wouldn’t be able to take much more of Sarah licking her clit.
Paul licked his finger and rolled it in small circles on Vicky’s asshole. He knew she loved that, that it would excite her even further. As he heard Vicky squeal with delight as her orgasm approached he pushed his finger deep into the tight rear hole and enjoyed the feeling as he finger-fucked her ass as she came.
Paul pulled out of Vicky. “Turn over,” he commanded the two women.
**
Sarah felt Vicky come from the ministrations of her tongue on her clit and Paul’s cock in her cunt. He heard Paul order them to turn over. Vicky clamped Sarah’s head between her own legs, at the same time as she grabbed Sarah’s ass and rolled over. In a second Vicky was on the bottom with Sarah straddling her face. Vicky’s tongue never left Sarah’s clit through the whole maneuver.
Sarah felt Paul’s hard cock resting on the valley between her ass cheeks. He moved back lower and she wasn’t in the least bit surprised as he worked his cock into her eager cunt. However she was surprised when she felt Paul’s slick finger as it started to caress her asshole, and even more surprised at just how good it felt. She felt her taboo entrance start to relax and his fingertip penetrated her tight rosebud.
Sarah felt Paul pull out of her. She could feel Vicky’s tongue continuing to stimulate her clit, and then felt Vicky’s fingers slip into her wet cunt and start to fuck her.
**
Paul rubbed Sarah’s juices on her asshole. He spread her pale cheeks exposing the tight brown pucker of her virgin ass. He positioned the point of his cock in the centre of the ring and pushed forward gently but firmly. She yelped in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and intensity.
**
Sarah felt Paul spread her cheeks and was overwhelmed with intense feeling as Paul forced his cock into her tight ass. It wasn’t quite painful, nothing compared to the caning earlier, but it was so intense she found it hard to breathe. The pleasure of Vicky’s tongue and fingers offset the discomfort, and she had come so many times that morning that her whole body was as relaxed as a rag doll. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it any more, Paul’s cockhead entered her asshole.
**
Paul watched as the pink knob of his cock vanished into the distended tightness of Sarah’s unused rear entrance. He started to fuck her gently, moving almost imperceptibly back and forth as he felt Sarah relax. Gradually, inch by inch, he worked himself into her ass until eventually his belly was pushed up hard against her chastised cheeks.
**
Sarah felt Paul working his cock into her, a mixture of new feelings radiating over her from an unaccustomed direction. She felt Paul’s belly eventually banging against her cheeks as he fucked her, now in long strokes all the way from barely touching her asshole until his cock was completely buried in her. As her body relaxed and grew accustomed to the invasion, she felt Paul starting to thrust more roughly, slamming his cock deep into her body. Underneath her she could feel Vicky’s fingers fucking her cunt with equal vigor. An orgasm came out of nowhere, and surprised her, and she heard herself scream with delight.
**
Paul felt Sarah come suddenly, heard her scream with uncontrollable arousal. He was nearly coming himself. A few more thrusts and he felt the squirts of his orgasm as he started to empty himself deep into Sarah’s body. He pulled out of her and lowered his cock into Victoria’s waiting mouth who expertly licked him as his cock continued to jerk, pumping his come into her mouth.
The three of them lay contentedly exhausted on the empress’s big bed.
Paul turned to Sarah and kissed her tenderly. “Now you are not just a slave,” he said. “Now you are promoted to a slave slut.”
Sarah (the real one) told me that Sarah (the slave) could have taken much more pain. So maybe I’ll update this sometime soon and punish her some more.