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Babysitting for Married Men 2

Mrs. Riker had recommended me to the Jacksons as a babysitter, and I have to tell, you Mr. Jackson was a hunk. He had weight lifting equipment in the basement and it was well scratched up from repeated use. Eric had the classic broad-shouldered figure of a guy who stayed in shape without becoming musclebound. I vowed to have him the moment I first saw him.

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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 9 “Pushing The Limits”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes alone across the country facing the dangers any teenager might encounter while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. She also struggles to face the horrific memories of the forced sexual things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend arranges for her. The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

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The Professor’s Exploits: Journal Entries October 22nd – 26th

October 22nd
Dear Journal,
Kyra came to my apartment again today. Luckily the last girl had just left about 5 minutes before she showed up. They always come back for more…
It’s amazing — as a married biology professor in my late 30s, more girls have been throwing themselves at me now than ever before in my life. Not like I’m complaining or anything! Sometimes they want extra credit. Most girls do it for the thrill. This is the age when they’re finding themselves sexually, after all. A mature, athletic, educated man in his prime, like myself, is an easy target for those raging female hormones. Often these college age girls want a teacher in the classroom and a teacher in the bedroom as well.
I have a studio apartment close to the University, furnished with a bed and a desk for my computer as well as some bookshelves and art. Lynn thinks it’s just used as an office, located conveniently close to the school, much closer than our house in the suburbs which is about an hour’s drive. Such a dear, never questioning my late working hours. Thank goodness Lynn hasn’t caught on; she’d never tolerate infidelity and I don’t want to waste money on a divorce. I do love my wife. But I also love fucking all these barely-ripe college girls! It’s a dangerous game, but I can’t resist playing it. I’m addicted, though I admit it only to this journal.
But anyway, back to Kyra… She showed up at my door in a long, black peacoat and red high heels to match her ruby red lipstick, her silky brunette waves falling over her shoulders and halfway down her black. She smiled at me and walked in before I could even say Hello and invite her inside. Thick black lashes and eyeliner framed her hazel eyes. I was wearing only my boxer shorts.
Kyra was one of my favorites thus far, but we’d only had sex twice — two very intensely passionate encounters, one in the classroom and one here at the apartment. She’s the one who broke it off two weeks ago because she couldn’t stand the thought of sharing me. I’m always very forthright about being married and unable to pursue anything more than casual, albeit explosive, sex. She’s barely 18 and very sexually inexperienced, telling me she’s looking for a long term relationship, not a fling.
But she came back to me today, looking more seductive than ever as she stood in front of the bed. I sat on a chair at the desk, intently watching her, still not saying anything. Her creamy thigh peeked out from the black peacoat, making my cock twitch in my boxers. She kept her eyes on mine and slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of her coat, revealing a pristine porcelain neck and chest. My gaze went to her cleavage, amplified by the tight coat. Her fingers undid the third button and suddenly it was if reality became heaven itself — those perfect, succulent orbs of quivering flesh spilling out and staring right back at me, with big dusky areolas hardening instantly in the chill of the room. God, how I’d missed them! I’d just shot my load not even twenty minutes ago and my cock was already nearly at maximum hardness again. Her tits are an overflowing D cup, her nipples large and delicious, enough to inspire the hardest of erections.
My breath caught in my throat, all of my blood flooding into my groin. Had she no clothes on at all under the coat? Surely at least a thong… She grinned and bent over, cupping those voluptuous breasts, striking a pose in front of the bed that made me want to hammer her hard in every hole right there and then. I watched her pull on her nipples, making them stand out like little sausages that I wanted to sink my teeth into badly. The red high heels clicked upon the hardwood floor with her every move. Her fingers continued south, undoing the fourth and fifth buttons of the long black coat, now exposing her flat stomach with a sparkling crystal belly-button piercing. The dim light over the bed threw shadows down her toned abdominals, casting a dark vertical trail leading right down from her glittering belly-button towards the ecstasy that I knew to be between her legs.
I got to my feet, entranced, her fingers right over her crotch on the last button. It was torture — I wanted to rip the coat off her body to reveal her perfect nudity! My prick was fully engorged, 8 1/2″ of raging flesh pointing right at her through the thin fabric of my boxers, all my thoughts and actions reduced to the basest of instincts — sex, sex, sex! Copulation, insemination, penetration!
She grinned seductively. I walked over and pushed her down on the bed, jumping on top of her. She giggled. I yanked the peacoat open brusquely, making the last button fly off across the room. Finally, her perfect pussy mound! I began salivating immediately, the smell of her sex instantly pervading my nostrils. Her shiny red heels were in the air, her thighs wide open for me. I slipped my boxers off and stuck my face in between her legs as she lay upon the satiny black lining of the peacoat. There was a neatly trimmed strip of dark hair right over her slit. She has, in my opinion, the perfect pussy. Plump and puffy, her thick, rippled, moist folds of cuntmeat peaking ever so slightly from her lips. A tiny, pink pearl of a clit hid at the top of her slit. I could suck on it for hours, but I was so horny that I only ate her out for about 10 minutes this time.
Her moans began filling the apartment when I went down on her. I love the sound of her moans — little gasps and cries and “oohs.” Before she could cum, I pulled my lips away and took the base of my thick cock in hand. She licked her lips, staring at my prick. Straddling her body as she lay on her back on the bed, I rubbed my meat along her slit, getting myself slick with her juices. The little moans and gasps continued to fall from her lips.
Then I stopped playing around and aimed the head of my cock in between her cuntlips. Our eyes were locked in a heated gaze. I bucked my hips at her, sinking my prick balls-deep in a single stroke. She groaned loudly, her breasts bouncing from the force of my thrust. I bent my head and suckled those voluptuous tits while building up a faster pace. Her cunt was so tight and hot, swallowing my meat whole! Kyra moaned underneath me, clawing at my back. I couldn’t help but groan along with her, sounding like a growling beast with a nipple in my mouth, as her powerful cunt muscles squeezed my prick rhythmically.
I hammered her pussy for all it was worth, filling the room with the sounds of my cock penetrating her teen hole: The slapping of skin on skin, the moist, squelching sound of my dick pistoning in and out of her cunt, our moans and cries… Kyra’s taut body writhed on the bed, her hips rising up to meet my thrusts. She held my back tightly, my face buried in her neck. Her moans turned into screams that she was cumming. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock — I slammed into her hard one last time and gasped, my prick erupting deep inside her womb. Her moans were loud in my ear. My cock throbbed, and so did her orgasming pussy. We were both breathless. I collapsed upon her, eyes closed with my head on her chest, my prick still twitching inside her hole.
Reality came crashing back down on me as soon as I’d shot my load. Usually I was so good about using condoms, but in the heat of the moment she just let me dive right into her pussy! My cock slipped out of her slimy hole, a string of semen sticking from her cuntlips to the head of my dick. A big gob of cum came rushing out along with my prick. Man, I hope she’s on birth control…
She stared up at me adoringly in the afterglow of intense orgasm. And then seconds later she began trying to talk me into leaving my wife (“Hey, why don’t you leave that old cunt-bag of a wife for me? Think of all the fun we’d have together then!”), even though I’d told her before that leaving my wife wasn’t an option. Then she asked me to at least stop fucking other girls from school. I walked over to the door and held it open for her while we were both still nude. She knew the deal: I could not offer her a serious long term relationship. Tears were in her eyes as she threw her coat on and ran out the door, her cum-filled pussy peeking out with each step due to the missing button. I shook my head. This girl could be trouble.
Damn, and she left some claw marks on my back — if Lynn asks about it I’ll have to tell her that mysterious rash is acting up again!
That’s all for tonight ~
~Professor X
Oct. 23rd
Dearest Journal –
I fucked a girl named Minnie for the first time today. She stayed after class to ask some questions, and before I knew it she was sitting on my lap kissing me and bouncing up and down like a little girl visiting Santa! My cock meat stiffened immediately at the feeling of that round little peach of an ass grinding against my crotch! This girl always wears the shortest skirts and dresses possible, driving me to distraction. I’ve caught a glimpse of her satiny thong before in class when she bent over her lab desk, but I figured it was accidental. Now I know better — she’s a seductive little minx!
She’s probably around 5ft tall and 100lbs, very slender. Long and very curly blond hair and blue eyes. Pretty girl, but kinda slutty looking, too (not saying that’s a bad thing). Thick, dick-sucking lips always painted some gaudy shade of pink. Even though it’s October, she still wears mini-skirts. Today she was wearing a little red corduroy one that barely covered her asscheeks along with some sexy leather boots. Her tits are probably a full B cup. Not huge, but definitely nice & perky. I’d smother myself to death in them any day, believe me!
So she didn’t really have questions about the assignment — within 5 minutes she was on her knees sucking my dick while I sat at my desk! I unbuttoned her pink blouse, revealing a girly polka-dotted bra. She pulled her tits free, showing off tiny pink nipples. I caressed and squeezed them while she swallowed my dick to the balls — she has quite a talent for deep-throating! Lifting her little skirt up, I saw she was wearing a matching thong. I pulled it aside and fingered her succulent, bald pussy as she gagged and sputtered on my prick. She moaned around my cock. Then she took my saliva-coated meat out of her mouth, holding it in her hand, and begged me to fuck her.
God, I love my job.
I took out a rubber from my drawer and lifted her onto my desk, not caring about the pens and papers falling to the floor. She got on her hands and knees on the desk and wiggled her cute little ass at me, beckoning me to come fuck her. I got up on the desk, positioning myself on top of her. With the base of my prick in hand, I aimed it between her pussylips and thrust forward, pushing her against the desk with a grunt. My lubricated cock sank deep inside of her. I gripped her hips hard and began fucking her steadily from behind, knocking nearly everything off my desk with a clatter. She was gasping and squealing, so I had to keep my hand over her mouth, leaving lipstick all over my fingers. Our rhythmic slaps filled the room. There were probably still lots of faculty and students still left in the building, so I hope nobody noticed the sounds coming from the biology lab this afternoon! I grunted like a beast, eager to blow my load.
I pulled out of her when I was ready to cum, rolled my condom off real quick, and shot my load all over her back — creaming her skirt, the back of her shirt, her hair… Somehow she didn’t feel it because she walked out without mentioning it or wiping it off. I guess maybe she thought I spermed in the condom? Maybe it was some sorority dare to leave class all covered in cum? Regardless, I wouldn’t mind fucking that little bald pink pussy again soon!
Side note:
One of the apartment neighbors came on to me today in the elevator, a middle-aged single mom — I wonder if she hears my numerous sexcapades through the walls and wants to try me out for herself! I have plenty of young girls at the school to keep my cock entertained for now, though. Another girl, Melanie, is coming over to my apartment shortly. I last saw her at school, in the bathroom, where she was on my lap letting me fuck her up the ass while sitting upon the toilet. Ah, college — the best years of our lives!
Until next time~
~Professor X
Oct. 26nd
Dear Journal –
Had some pretty intense sex with Melanie the other day. What a hot, young whore! She’s a gorgeous redhead, with hypnotic, almost amber-colored eyes and freckles all over her porcelain skin. Probably about 5’7″ and 120lbs. Great tits, 34C. Nice and perky, with tiny nipples that are always so responsive. She says her pussy starts to get wet at even the slightest touch upon her nipples. It’s easy to make her cum whilst fucking her — I just lick and suck and nibble her sensitive nipples until she’s writhing in a puddle of her own pussy juices! I made her cum 5 times in a hour once. Mel was in my class a couple years ago; this year she’s a Senior. She’s one of the girls I’ve been fucking regularly. We started having sex when she was a student of mine.
So the other night Mel came over wearing a sexy little black dress that barely covered her ass — got my prick twitching at the door. She had shiny black heels on that had to be at least 4.” I made us a simple spaghetti dinner, and afterwards I poured some wine and got the soft music going. That’s when she began telling me about a fantasy she had of being tied up to a bed and ravished. I listened intently, my prick also paying rapt attention. Unfortunately, there are no bedposts on the bed in the apartment, otherwise I’d gladly bring her fantasy to life!
The sun was setting and we were both relaxing. I loosened my light blue silk tie, staring out the window at the golden sunset. We sat silently sipping our wine a few moments, gazing outside. I kept thinking of her bedpost fantasy, of the mental image of her restrained body, breasts thrust upward and outward due to her bound wrists stretched high above her head… My cock was pulsing at the mental images dancing through my head.
I broke the silence, asking Mel to meet me out on the balcony with another bottle of wine. While she got settled outside, I slipped my tie off and stuffed it into my pocket. Since it was a perfect fall evening, the balcony door was left open to the warm breeze. I silently walked through it and walked up behind Mel as she stood over the balcony railing, enjoying the sunset. She’d set two glasses of wine sat on the table. The copper tones in her hair were illuminated beautifully in the light of the sun, setting her aglow with youth and vitality. She jumped a little when I snuck up behind her but then she smiled and pressed back against me, rubbing her firm ass into my crotch. I bent over and kissed her neck and bare shoulders, making her squirm and giggle. My hands crept up her sides, stopping at her breasts. I strummed her nipples through the thin, silky fabric of her dress until they felt like hard little diamonds. She threw her head back, a small groan falling from her lips. Her ass pressed harder into my growing erection.
I envisioned her pussy wettening under the dress just from the touch of my fingers on her nipples. My right hand slipped down along the curve of her side to her shapely hip and then down to her leg, feeling the fabric of the dress as it rested upon her toned thigh. She giggled again, rubbing her ass all over my crotch, getting me harder and harder. My fingers slipped underneath the dress and slowly grazed the insides of her thighs before feeling the heat in between her legs. Then my heart skipped a beat as I continued on and felt the wetness of her slit and the baldness of her pussy mound — no panties! Instantly my fingers were slick with her juices. Obviously she was ready for me. But I wasn’t quite ready yet for her…
My hands went back up the curves of her luscious body, stopping at her arms right below the elbow. I kissed the back of her neck and she let out a sigh. Then in a single motion, I pulled her hands behind her back and began tying her wrists with my silk necktie. Mel gasped in surprise. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I said into her ear in a low voice. I could see the goosebumps breaking out all over her pale skin. Then I kissed her neck and her exposed shoulders. I made her turn around to face me and we kissed passionately. Her pert breasts were thrust upward from the restraint. I kissed my way down her neck to the smooth skin exposed by the low neckline of her black dress, making my way down her decollete until my face was nuzzled in the warmth of her cleavage.
The sun had not yet set and I found myself brazenly pulling this gorgeous college girl’s breasts out of her dress right outside on my balcony with her hands tied behind her back. I sucked wildly on her little pink nipples, cupping each breast in my hand. I ran circles all over them with my tongue. She began moaning loudly when I pressed the tip of my tongue to her nipples and then sucked them alternately. Then I moved one of my hands down in between her legs. Her inner thighs were coated with the sticky wetness of her aroused pussy. I shivered, my cock straining now in my pants for the ecstasy of her tight hole. We kissed once more and then I suddenly turned her around so that she was facing the sun as it neared the horizon. The sky was set afire, reds and purples as far as the eye could see.
I bent Mel over the balcony and crouched down behind her with her pert bum in my face. Pulling the dress up just a few inches revealed those thick, bald pussylips and the backs of her thighs all wet from her natural lubrication… Mmm, I had to control myself, pausing to savor the sight of her juicy sex before diving into it. She moaned as I ran my fingers up and down her slit before slipping just a fingertip inside her hot gash. I pinched her lips together and strummed her clit, teasing her. But then she gasped when I leaned my head in and began lapping up and down her slit, letting my tongue poke into her hole. I held her hips steady, her hands resting right above my head at the small of her back, her wrists still bound firmly. Her fingers flexed and curled from the oral pleasure I lavished upon her womanhood.
My tongue curled up until the tip of it pressed against her clit, the rest of my tongue covering most of her slit. I was smothering myself on her dripping sex, my nose buried in the crack of her ass as I devoured her pussy with my mouth. She was moaning now, neither of us caring if any neighbors were watching the scene out here on the top floor balcony. I lapped her cunt and pressed my tongue hard against that little clit-button until I knew she was near orgasm. Then I stood up, pulling my prick from my pants, and pushed it against her moist gash from behind. Her lips fell open. One of my hands went to the base of my dick, the other to her chest cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She was moaning steadily already and I hadn’t even begun penetrating her yet!
I rubbed my dick up and down her wet slit for a few moments, teasing her. The sun was now sinking below the horizon, a molten pool of orange that disappeared in an instant, leaving the sky streaked with pink and purple. Gripping her chest firmly, my body pressing tightly against her, I finally plunged my prick in between her pussylips with a groan and a gasp. Her moans turned into squeals — I had to hold my hand on her mouth for awhile to keep her quiet. I didn’t see any neighbors outside, and didn’t want to attract any attention with screams. My chest pressed against her restrained arms as my body enveloped hers from behind, crushing her tits against the balcony railing. Melanie threw her head back, her long red hair flying in my face, her ass grinding into my crotch to force as much of my dick up inside her as possible. Seems this young college beauty was enjoying being restrained and dominated out on the balcony by her Professor!
I certainly love every second in her cunt (or ass), but it did make it even hotter to fuck her while her wrists were tied, pulling her helpless body around and shamelessly using her for my own pleasure as well as forcing pleasure upon her. It was also admittedly thrilling knowing we were exposed out on the balcony. She loved it too — before I spermed up inside of her (she’s one of the few girls I trust with birth control) she climaxed on my cock while I penetrated her from behind up against the railing. Her orgasming pussy always creams my cock up good! She’s got such a juicy pussy, she’s practically a squirter! We came together, out on the balcony for the world to see, reduced to a breathless heap of bodies against the balcony rail. Looking down, I saw a droplets of combined pussy and cock juices pooling on the concrete at our feet. I set her wrists free and handed her a glass of wine. With my semi-erect dick still dripping cum and her pussy oozing, we toasted to a good, hard fuck and sipped quietly as dusk fell upon us.
We fucked once more before she left, hard and fast up against the door — couldn’t resist it. Ah, Melanie… maybe I will buy a big four-poster bed just for you? What a sweet girl, with such sweet cunt meat!
Until we meet again~
~Professor X

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Someone Save Me: Pt. 4

We left off with Father beating Tavia and raping Brad, and the young couple planning to run away that night. Also, if anyone in my small but (hopefully) growing fan base has Facebook and would like to add me, message me! I’m actually a 21 year old female, not a creepy old man in a basement. 😛

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RUNAWAY Chapter 18 “Time Alone with Viktor”

Holly, continues her journey by the name Sammi Shepherd, hitchhiking across the country facing the dangers any teen might encounter while trying to establish a new identity and life for herself. No matter how hard she tries she doesn’t seem to be able to push the horrible memories of the things that happened out of her mind. But were they all so horrible? The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

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Jeanette chapter 7

Jeanette has started dating Jake, a little reluctantly. She wants to try to have a normal relationship with a boy. She has stopped trying to deny that she enjoys her girl time with Cynthia but that seems as if it may diminish.

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Kelsey part 4

“Now then, Pet, tonight you will only wear what I tell you to. For now, you are to remain naked. When you can put on clothes, I’ll tell you.” I still wanted to ogle her sublime form.
“Yes, Master, of course!” Damn, she’s good.
We sat down to watch some TV, but about an hour in, cuddling with her under my arm, I noticed she was shivering.
“Go put your shirt back on, Pet, and sit on my lap.” Once she was in place, I pulled a blanket over us. Soon enough, my fingers had found her nipples poking through her shirt, and I began fondling them.
“Master, may I play with myself?” She’s really good!
“Yes, Pet, you can play with yourself. For now.” Her hands went beneath the blanket, and I could hear her fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole. “Not too much, Pet. Remember, you’re mine.” I placed my hand over hers, slowed down her movements. Up and down, rubbing her clit, slowly but steadily. My other hand worked its way under her shirt, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Kelsey started to moan as I caressed her neck with my lips. Then I got a fantastic idea!
“Stand up and take off your shirt, Pet.” As she obeyed, I got up, walked to the window, and opened the blinds. The sun streamed in, and I looked out over the parking lot beneath my window – I was on the second floor of my building. Standing at the window, naked, I beckoned Kelsey to come over to me.
“Stand against the window, facing it, and spread your legs open. Good, Pet. Now hold yourself against the frame.” I walked up behind her, grabbed her nipple with one hand, and used the other to guide my dick into her smooth, moist cunt. She let out a soft groan as I began thrusting into her, slowly.
“Look out the window, Pet. See all the people?” She grunted affirmative. “All they have to do is look up, and they’ll see me fucking you. Does that make you hot?” Another positive grunt. “I want you to watch them, Pet. If you find somebody interesting, tell me.” My hands were fondling her tits and clit. “And if you see somebody watching you, I want you to grab the back of my head. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master!” I could hear the strain in her voice, trying to concentrate on not only the fucking I was giving her, but the people in the parking lot and answering me in a coherent manner. I picked up my pace, and her guttural noises followed suit.
“She looks amazing, Master!” Ooh, she picked a woman, eh? ‘Fascinating!’
“Do you like the look of her, Pet? Can you imagine what she feels like under her clothes?” In response, I felt her vaginal walls tighten slightly around my cock. ‘Hehehe’ I was quite enjoying this little game!
“Keep watching, Pet. Don’t let your eyes leave the parking lot.” More confirmation. My hand left her tits, and I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “I told you to kee watching the lot, Pet. Don’t let me pull you back so far; I’m not going to let up.” She drew her head back to its rightful place, while I was still pulling on her hair. Her walls tightened even more around my cock, in and out. Suddenly, her hand was on the back of my head!
“Tell me, Pet! Who’s watching?!”
“Uh! It’s the same lady! God!” Now I switched to pushing her head forward, almost touching the window.
“Is she on the left or the right, Pet?”
“Left, Master!” I turned her head so that she could still see the woman, and I leaned into Kelsey and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a woman looking up at us! A bit older, maybe 40 or so, definitely Cougar material. She was wearing a red dress, staring at us, her car door open as if she was just about to get in before noticing the show we were putting on.
I pressed Kelsey’s face closer to the window. “Lick the glass, Pet.” She did as she was told, her breath steaming up the glass as she gasped for air. The woman covered her mouth, but I also noticed that her other hand had migrated down; I can only fantasize that she was fondling herself, even if it was subconscious. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, and quickly got into her car and drove off. I pulled Kelsey back to our original position, and started pounding her harder than before.
“UUUHH!! Yes Master! Harder! OOOOHAAAAA!!!” I felt her contracting around my dick, my clit-rubbing hand soaking wet; I became aware of my own grunting sounds as I shot my hot load into her fresh young pussy.
She was still having spasms when I picked her up by her legs, walked backwards to the couch, and sat down with her in my lap. We only sat there for a minute before I had an idea.
“Pet, I want you to go take a shower. We have to go do some grocery shopping. Leave the bathroom door open so I can watch you if I want to. Come back out here when you’re done, I’ll have clothes ready for you.”
“Yes, Master!” She was chipper enough, and as she got up I gave her a little spank on her pert little ass. “Ooh!” She giggled as she ran off to the shower to follow my instructions. I watched her through the clear shower curtain for a minute, then went to the bedroom to fulfill my end of the directions. She already had jeans, but I didn’t want her wearing the same shirt she came home in. Ah, that one will do nicely…
She only took a few minutes to wash up, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her towel off and walk toward me. I pointed to the couch where I’d laid her clothes – nothing but a shirt, jeans, and her socks. The shirt was a special one – it was mine, but it was also quite tight on me. I figured it would work for what I had in mind.
“Dress slowly, Pet. I love watching you move.” She faced away from me to put the jeans on, just like I would have told her to do; she put them on the floor, stepped into them, and slowly bent over from the waist to pick them up. Such an amazing view! I couldn’t help but to stick my finger into her sweet pussy and leave it there until she’d pulled the jeans up to my finger; I cleaned it off while she buttoned her tight little pants. Next, she put on the shirt, slowly, again just as I would have directed – facing me, as I rolled each nipple between my fingers. The shirt fit her loose enough, but there was something I needed it to do.
“Take a deep breath, Pet. Like that. Stick your chest out. Good girl.” Perfect! Just as I’d hoped, when she did it right, her wonderful little nipples poked right through the shirt, plain as day! When she was relaxed, her nips barely showed, but if you looked close enough, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“OK! Let’s go!” I didn’t really have anything I needed, but I wanted to show her off, and play a little game at the same time…
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We were at the store. I purposefully led her through the freezer sections repeatedly and unnecessarily, just to keep her nipples nice and rigid as possible. It wasn’t all too crowded – it was an off-hour – but there were still a few people in the store, and it wasn’t all that large. I nuzzled up close to her when we were alone in an aisle.
“How are you liking this, Pet? Are you having as much fun as I am? Knowing that so little separates you from everyone seeing you naked? It’s terribly exciting isn’t it?” I quickly pinched one of her nipples.
“Yes, Master! If only they knew…” We were interrupted by a little old lady walking into our aisle. She was occupied with her shopping list and probably hadn’t even noticed either of us. I guided Kelsey down the aisle, right past the lady; just before we crossed paths, I gave Kelsey’s ass a firm pinch, and she jumped a little. The lady did notice that, and after a split-second of surprise, just gave me a sly little “naughty kids” knowing smile. Dirty old broad!
We were alone in a different aisle – a freezer section! – when I gave Kelsey her next command.
“Pet, I want you to flash me. Do it quickly!” She had to set her shopping basket down, and did as she was ordered – wonderful! Nobody interfered with us this time, and despite being so brief, it was truly glorious show. Her nipples could’ve cut glass; I could see them straining, they were so erect. I had to have them, if only for a moment, so I walked over, thrust my hands beneath her shirt, and squeezed both nipples, kissed Kelsey, and released her. But it was time to bring this adventure to a close.
We only had a couple things, so we went through one of the “Speedy” checkouts – which is ridiculous, because there’s nothing fast about them! It’s like the checkout lady was intentionally going as slow as possible! I was getting quickly frustrated, and as soon as the lady was distracted, I slipped my had between Kelsey’s thighs, putting pressure on her excellent cooch. Like a good little Pet, however, this time she didn’t react at all. I left my hand there for several moments, even after the checkout lady turned her attention back to doing her job. I promptly moved my hand up to my nose, feigning the need to scratch, and drank in Kelsey’s scent. Finally, the lady finished; I paid her, and we headed out to my car.
“You’ve soaked through your jeans, Pet! How delicious!” We had gotten in the car, but I wasn’t about to start it just yet. I wasn’t quite finished playing with her here. I put my hand directly over her crotch, rubbed it up and down, felt the dampness of her juices soaking into her clothes. She started to make very contented sounds as I rubbed faster.
“Unbutton your jeans, Pet. Now unzip them.” There wasn’t another car nearby, so we weren’t in too much danger of getting caught, but the very thought that it might happen was exciting enough! I eased my hand into her pants, working my fingers down to her extraordinary slit. I put one, then two fingers into her, and slowly pumped my hand up and down, fingers sliding in and out. Kelsey was breathing rather hard at this point.
“Squeeze your nipples, Pet. I want to see them through my shirt.” She did as she was told, rubbing them, moaning, as I brought her to the brink, but didn’t push her over. We had been at this long enough that I could tell when she was about to cum, and I wanted to deny her that, at least for the time being.
“Stop rubbing, Pet!” She did as demanded, and I completely stopped moving my hand. She let out a whimper; it was clear that only a few more strokes and she would have been pushed over the edge.
“Stay this way, Pet. Don’t go too far, I’m not done with you yet. We’re going home now, and I want you just like this when we get there. Do you understand?” She nodded, still enraptured with being so close to climax. I took my hand out of her pants, and she shuddered a little, another little nudge toward orgasm. She quickly replaced my hand with her own, but just as I’d charged, she didn’t continue too far. Such a good, wonderful Pet! Thankfully for the both of us (hey, I was edging myself here too!), I didn’t live too far away, and soon enough we were back home.
“Zip, but don’t button. Clean off your fingers so we can go upstairs and finish, Pet.” She obediently licked her fingers clean, and zipped up; I’d always thought it was so sexy when the top button was left undone. We all but bounded up to my apartment, me following her so I could watch her fantastic butt bounce its way up the stairs. If we had an elevator in the building, I don’t doubt that I would’ve torn her clothes off her body as soon as the doors closed, before we’d even made the trek up the single floor. We couldn’t get through my door fast enough, as we both desperately wanted to finish what was started in the parking lot. Kelsey opened it and only got a couple steps in before I gave her another order.
“Stop! Wait there, Pet.” I threw the groceries past her onto the floor, and stepped up behind her, grinding my cock into her backside. I bodily pushed her forward just enough so I could close the door behind us, and as it was still swinging closed, I unzipped her jeans and shoved my fingers into the moistness of her snatch. Her gasp was instant and erotic, quickly becoming a moan of pleasure as I fingered her harder and harder. I kissed her neck as I slid my middle and ring fingers in and out of her pussy, grabbing her tits with my other hand, and felt her body rock, her legs buckling, mouth panting, juices flowing down her leg, soaking her jeans. I almost couldn’t keep both fingers inside her as she was constricting so much with her orgasm; I had to hold her up so she didn’t collapse on the floor.
“Oh, thank you so much, Master!” She uttered between heaves.
“You’re most welcome, Pet. I do love you too, my dear.” Her legs were almost completely useless now, and she threw her arm around my neck to help stabilize herself. I brought us both down to the floor, resting against the door, holding her in my arms. We sat there, regaining composure and energy; I was caressing her neck and shoulders with my lips, her chest and tummy with my hands. Finally, though, the gnawing in my stomach overwhelmed my current horniness.
“Kelsey?” I was done being the Master for a while.
“Yeah?” Such a perfect little wonder, she switched back to the “normal” relationship instantly!
“I’m fuckin’ hungry!” She giggled a little.
“Well, now that you mention it, I’m hungry too! Good thing we just got back from the grocery store, huh?”
With that, we both got up; Kelsey went to put on a dry pair of pants, having thoroughly soaked the ones she was wearing, and I got a few more ingredients ready for dinner. It had been a very good day, and I was ready to treat us both to a decent meal. I’m no chef in the truest sense of the word, but I know my way around a kitchen, and thankfully Kelsey – who joined me in the preparation – was pretty good herself. We teased each-other a bit, of course, but the pangs of hunger kept us on course until we sat down to eat.
We had a movie to watch, so we ate in front of the TV – not a good habit, but it was nice to have Kelsey put her head on my shoulder and cuddle as we enjoyed something together aside from just passionate, amazing, delicious sex. Of course, when watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin, at the end I couldn’t help but make an observation.
“I’m so glad you came along and saved me from being a 40-year-old virgin!”
“Hmmm, so am I!” How long had she been rubbing my chest? I tend to get a little to distracted by movies… The credits hadn’t even started rolling when she began kissing my neck. Now that got my attention! I turned and returned the favor of embrace as we both stood up off the couch. She leaned back, looked me over, and said “Take your shirt off.”
“Well, yes, ma’am!” No argument there! I’d hardly gotten the fabric over my head when she put a hand on my chest and started pushing me backwards, guiding me around the couch, pointing me in the direction of the bedroom. Not giving me a chance to even take my pants off, she shoved me onto the bed; I had to fumble to get my jeans off as she was hurriedly undressing herself. Soon enough, she had that perfect little mouth around my throbbing member, teasing me just enough to get some pre-cum wetting the tip, just a little taste for her to enjoy, licking her lips.
She straddled me, easing my cock into her tight little pussy, that loving, seductive smile across her mouth, eyes closed, head back, teasing and squeezing her own nipples. Such a sublime sight to behold! Enraptured, I could only watch her as she slowly rode me Cowgirl-style (one of her preferred positions). My hands gained a mind of their own and began gripping her pert little ass, moving in time with her own rhythm. Her moans brought me back, taking me closer to my own climax – which I hadn’t released since before we’d even gone to the store! I held her up, only the head of my dick still inside her, and gave her a few upward thrusts before reaching into my drawer and bringing out our good friend, the vibrator (which we’d come to call “Vibey” – yes, we’re that creative). Kelsey still had her eyes closed, glowing with the feelings of our lovemaking. I took her hand, guided it down, and just as I put Vibey to her clit, I had her grab the running toy; the sensation made her gasp in pleasure. I could tell that, thankfully, she was getting as close to orgasm as I was, and I resumed thrusting up and into her wet slit.
As we both neared our respective peaks, I started to thrust faster, pulling her down to greet my hips; the increase in ferocity accelerated us both, and I soon found myself using all my might, burying my cock as deeply in to her as I could, exploding a massive load into her.
“Uughhh!” Kelsey grunted loudly as she felt my hot cum shoot inside; her own spasms of orgasm simultaneously joining my own. Her passion tremors continued after I’d been spent, but soon enough she collapsed on top of me, and once again I was in awe feeling the soft warmth of her smooth, flawless skin against mine. “Lovely, absolutely lovely!” she said as she kissed me.
“Mmmm, you’re telling me!” I so adored running my hands over her back, down her butt, behind her thighs, and back up again. Caressing her was pleasurable in and of itself!

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When In Rome – 05

Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.

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Swim Coaches

What would happen if the boy’s swim team and the girl’s swim team practiced together?

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Hypnosis Weight Control 2

Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions.

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The New Teacher II

The girls might have been able to have their way with Mr. Cunningham before, but he’s going to put a stop to their antics now, or so he thinks.

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No Regrets

What starts off as a little bit of fun for Amie, might land her in big trouble with her family.