After the marksman had been tied spread-eagle to the table, the Decanus got a devilish idea to prevent the woman from spitting at him or his soldiers. Vergilius inserted three fingers into her pussy, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. “I want you to get wet for me, you Profligate whore.” The woman kicked and struggled and screamed, but to no avail. The ropes held fast, and eventually, her body began to betray her. Moisture trickled onto the Decanus’ fingers.
After a few minutes, she was soaked. Vergilius grabbed a large scrap of her panties and inserted it into her pussy with his fingers, letting it absorb the moisture. He cut long piece of her bra off to serve as a gag, before wadding up the panty scrap and shoving it into the soldier’s mouth before securing it there with the long strip of the bra.
“Do you taste yourself, Profligate?” he asked, fingering her again. “Do you feel how soaked that scrap of your dignity is? How soaked it is in your arousal?” He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster with his fingers.
He couldn’t wait. He needed her now. Removing his skirt and underclothes quickly, Vergilius freed his throbbing erection, and with no further ado, slammed it hard into the NCR trooper’s pussy. She renewed her struggles, but only achieved deeper welts on her wrists and ankles. Vergilius loved breaking in the feisty ones. He loved feeling them buck and writhe underneath him, helpless to stop him.
The situation was bringing him close, but he knew that Aurelius would have him crucified if he impregnated an unsold slave, and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out of the woman’s pussy, and clambered forward. He untied her gag, but the woman’s grunts of exertion were soon silenced again when he replaced the rag with his cock.
He drove his shaft deep into her throat. She choked and spluttered, unable to breathe. With a guttural growl, Vergilius reached his peak and let loose in her mouth. With another choke and cough, cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and ran in little white rivulets down to her chin.
With a concerted effort of not allowing her to spit out his salty offerings, Vergilius pulled out and pushed up on her jaw with one hand while holding her nose with the other. The two stared at each other adamantly for several seconds before the trooper unwillingly swallowed.
As soon as he released her, the woman unleashed a stream of curses. It appeared her spirit was fiery than ever. He would have to break that streak.
* * * * *
Two months later, most of the slaves had been sold off. Only the virgin and the marksman were left. The latter couldn’t be sold until her temper was broken.
However, the virgin was being sold that day. “Gentlemen,” Vergilius said to the buyers, “This woman is the most valuable of my recent captures. She is a fair cook, and I can verify for myself her prowess on her knees.”
This elicited a chuckle from the assembly.
“But, good men, but, the most valuable thing about her is that she has not bedded another. She is a virgin. See for yourself.”
The slave did as she had been instructed to do so earlier, and spread her legs wide open to the crowd, displaying her virginity. “We wills start the bidding at four aureii.”
A young officer raised his hand down in front. “Four aureii to you sir.” Another hand went up near the back. “Five aureii for the man in the back, six for the man in the center there.”
The bidding stopped momentarily. “No more takers? Going once… going twice…”
“Ten aureii,” came a voice from the top of the main building. Aurelius of Phoenix stood there in full armor.
No more bids were issued. “Sold, to the Centurion Aurelius of Phoenix.” Vergilius turned to his newly-sold slave. “Run along now. I’m sure that he has big plans for you.” With a smack to the rear from her old master, the girl ascended the steps to meet her new master.
Vergilius dispersed the crowd, and made his way to his own quarters. He’d been offered the storage shack as a place to break in the last slave.
She sat bound on the floor. Her gag had been removed, as she was slowly getting the picture that more snide remarks meant more beatings. Her ass cheeks were still a brighter red than her hair from the spanking she’d been given before the auction.
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After a few minutes, she was soaked. Vergilius grabbed a large scrap of her panties and inserted it into her pussy with his fingers, letting it absorb the moisture. He cut long piece of her bra off to serve as a gag, before wadding up the panty scrap and shoving it into the soldier’s mouth before securing it there with the long strip of the bra.
“Do you taste yourself, Profligate?” he asked, fingering her again. “Do you feel how soaked that scrap of your dignity is? How soaked it is in your arousal?” He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster with his fingers.
He couldn’t wait. He needed her now. Removing his skirt and underclothes quickly, Vergilius freed his throbbing erection, and with no further ado, slammed it hard into the NCR trooper’s pussy. She renewed her struggles, but only achieved deeper welts on her wrists and ankles. Vergilius loved breaking in the feisty ones. He loved feeling them buck and writhe underneath him, helpless to stop him.
The situation was bringing him close, but he knew that Aurelius would have him crucified if he impregnated an unsold slave, and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out of the woman’s pussy, and clambered forward. He untied her gag, but the woman’s grunts of exertion were soon silenced again when he replaced the rag with his cock.
He drove his shaft deep into her throat. She choked and spluttered, unable to breathe. With a guttural growl, Vergilius reached his peak and let loose in her mouth. With another choke and cough, cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and ran in little white rivulets down to her chin.
With a concerted effort of not allowing her to spit out his salty offerings, Vergilius pulled out and pushed up on her jaw with one hand while holding her nose with the other. The two stared at each other adamantly for several seconds before the trooper unwillingly swallowed.
As soon as he released her, the woman unleashed a stream of curses. It appeared her spirit was fiery than ever. He would have to break that streak.
* * * * *
Two months later, most of the slaves had been sold off. Only the virgin and the marksman were left. The latter couldn’t be sold until her temper was broken.
However, the virgin was being sold that day. “Gentlemen,” Vergilius said to the buyers, “This woman is the most valuable of my recent captures. She is a fair cook, and I can verify for myself her prowess on her knees.”
This elicited a chuckle from the assembly.
“But, good men, but, the most valuable thing about her is that she has not bedded another. She is a virgin. See for yourself.”
The slave did as she had been instructed to do so earlier, and spread her legs wide open to the crowd, displaying her virginity. “We wills start the bidding at four aureii.”
A young officer raised his hand down in front. “Four aureii to you sir.” Another hand went up near the back. “Five aureii for the man in the back, six for the man in the center there.”
The bidding stopped momentarily. “No more takers? Going once… going twice…”
“Ten aureii,” came a voice from the top of the main building. Aurelius of Phoenix stood there in full armor.
No more bids were issued. “Sold, to the Centurion Aurelius of Phoenix.” Vergilius turned to his newly-sold slave. “Run along now. I’m sure that he has big plans for you.” With a smack to the rear from her old master, the girl ascended the steps to meet her new master.
Vergilius dispersed the crowd, and made his way to his own quarters. He’d been offered the storage shack as a place to break in the last slave.
She sat bound on the floor. Her gag had been removed, as she was slowly getting the picture that more snide remarks meant more beatings. Her ass cheeks were still a brighter red than her hair from the spanking she’d been given before the auction.