Let's Play a game.

Gentlemen:

Seems there really isn't enough discussion going on on these boards. Mostly one liners in relation to posted pics and a lot of lurkers. I know you have fantasies lets see if we can shake a few lose.

The scene is you are a Roman Soldier part of an 8 man contubernia (think of it as you and your 7 best friends) who in conjunction with the rest of your mates have just finished conquering a city. As a reward the city has been given over to the army for three days.

Basically this means you get to loot and abuse the inhabitants as you please for three day.

I am a young woman living in the city what are you going to do to me with your three days after you and your buddies have, umm, acquired me? Remember you are soldiers who have been deprived to use of women during the siege. You have worked long and hard and seen friends killed by the defending soldiers and this is your chance to let off some unrestricted steam any way you want. And I do mean anyway my fantasies are probably a lot darker than you can imagine, so let your fantasies go.

And remember I want no part of you and will strike back if I can so you are going to have to persuade me to be cooperative and be on your guard.

At the end of the three days I will either be sold off to slavers or slaughtered as the Empire has decided that my city is to be razed to the ground, your choice.

But if you decide to execute me tell us how.

Up to the challenge? Have fun.

kisses

willowfall

could be funny and i'll try, but remember i'm an dutch and english isn't my mothertongue.

it is an village and where are the other wives or is everyone killed and are you our bonus? :shock:

Killing,fighting and looting are part of the job. I dont like men, so it would be you and me. I would strp you to your waist and we would talk, your hands would be tied over head. You dont like me so we would talk while I whip you. You are very tuff and strong, so its time for a walk. You are a royal so you must be dreesed right. Ofcourse a crown of thorns and a beam to carry, the latest stile. On our journey, I find your former servants really disliked you.They reccomended that your breasts should become pin cushins. They will bring me the pins. The black smith says take some nails. There are plenty of posts. so lets use this one. Your former servants
are back with the pins. They love nailing you to you to the cross and lifted you up for me. (I dont know the standars here,so i will stop now. I can carry on thuough. All should let me know. You cant be darker than me.

I hate to think what you would do if you were really mad at someone!

In this case there are two possibilities:

Either the "small" variation (picture 1)
or alternatively
the bigger solution (picture 2) ...

I could continue and grafic up whats printed so far but what are the rules here? Remember I read the books that were beyond good little catholic boys reach and loved their contant. Darkness is my middle name. The solder who wantwd to talk was never mad, pain was his/her job. Looting too.

Be as graphic as you like.

Beleive me they are tame compared to the images I get in my mind when thinking up stories (or getting off).

kisses

willowfall

I think he got confused about the gory mutilation e.t.c. and gave up

Here is something, or at least the start of something. I can continue it if there's interest.

Willowfall Captured (1), by Hangnail

Silvanus and I found her, combing through the burnt ruins of an alehouse,
presumably looking for food. She was nimble on her feet and we had a hard time
climbing after her over the loose rubble, but as soon as she got to the street
it was a straight footrace and we quickly had her. I held her wrists behind
her back while Silvanus admired our catch. He stroked her hair back to see
what she looked like, and she spat in his face. He punched her in the stomach
and the blow almost knocked me over too. We lashed her elbows together behind
her back and started dragging her back to our outpost.

"Do you speak Latin, bitch?" I demanded.
"Let me go, you bastard." she replied, her brown eyes flashing contempt.
"Hey, you're Roman!" exclaimed Silvanus. She clearly wasn't a local.
"What are you doing here? Whoring for the fucking Corinthians?"
"You asshole!" she gasped.
I smacked her bottom with my scabbard. As she tried to dodge, her
torn dress flicked open revealing tanned muscled legs.
"What's your name?" continued Silvanus, as if nothing had happened. She
muttered something. "Pillowfill? Ha ha ha. OK, Willowfall, let's go!"

Our outpost was in the middle of a small street of shops, now looted.
Mithras knows why the C.O. thought we had to be there. Willowfall looked in
horror at the sight before her. Maybe she had been in the habit of coming
shopping in this neighborhood. Now almost every storefront had a victim
decorating its front. The bodies of shopkeepers swung gently back and forth,
hanging from their own trade signs. Their wives stood spreadeagled, some still
struggling and moaning, nailed to the wooden doorframes. What can I say? There
wasn't much else to do around there.

We threw Willowfall up against a stone plinth where a statue had stood.
Gallus, the youngest, looked greedily at her. She was young and lithe, quite
different from the dumpy girls we'd found so far.
"Isis!" he said.
"Wait your turn," I said. I really wanted to see her breasts. The rule
is that we play jacks to decide who goes first, but as the Duplicarius
I get to inspect the plunder up front.

Her dress was now grubby but had been a fancy piece of clothing when new. I
tugged at her belt. She turned away and suddenly kicked back at me like a
mule. Her heel slammed in to my leg above the knee, hurting like hell for a
second. Then she was off running down the street. Gallus sprinted after her
and ended up rolling with her in the dust, somehow unable to subdue her even
with her arms tied up. We stood over them laughing as she kicked, spat, and
tried to bite his fingers.

"Asshole, let me go!" she screeched.
In the end Gallus had her by the ankles but he also had some new bruises and
her dress was ripped all the way down one side. He looked awestruck. We
pulled her back to the outpost, and I had an idea. There was a small metalworking
shop right there, which sold buckles, irons, and so on. We slammed her down
in the doorway, and I went inside and looked for some small hooks. I lucked
out and found fishing tackle, including cords and barbed fishhooks. I got back
to find Silvanus ripping away the last shreds of her dress. Her elbows were
still tied together; she knelt there with her breasts bulging under a thin
cloth chest-wrap, and her black pubic bush nestled between her thighs.

I took charge of the questioning.
"What are you doing in Corinth?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and looked
away. I slapped her cheek. "Are you a slave?"
"Asshole!" she snarled, insulted.
"Where do you live?" I asked. If she was a citizen then there might be
valuables stashed away at home.
She set her mouth and looked away again.
I nodded to Silvanus and he squatted behind her and wrapped his arms around
her waist, holding her down in the kneeling position with her feet tucked
under her bottom. Her elbows were tied but I didn't want any more kicking. I
grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, looking directly in her eyes. My
other hand balled in to a fist. If she spat on me she was going to lose a few
teeth. Her eyes met mine with defiance. Her mouth was just inches from my
mouth. I could smell her body, her musk. I think we were all getting hard
beneath our tunics. I jerked on her hair with all my strength. She grunted but
did not break eye contact. Her lips parted, and between gritted teeth she
said "Fuck you."

My pocket knife cut through her remaining undergarment. Her breasts bounced
in to view. I couldn't help smiling, they were perfect: firm, medium size,
with fingertip-sized brown nipples. I took the first fishhook and drew it down
her left breast, flicking her prominent nipple. She breathed in sharply and
wriggled a little. Silvanus tightened his grip.

My left hand gripped the warm nipple, and my right hand positioned the
fishhook. Her chest was heaving and shiny with sweat. She looked me in the
eyes, and then, as if daring me or even encouraging me to hurt such perfection,
she arched her back and pressed her breast gently in to my hand. I savored
the feel of her breast for a long moment, and then pressed the tip of the
hook in to her nipple.

Great start and from reading Willowfall's past post I think you've got her character spot on.

Willowfall Captured (2), by Hangnail

Her sharp intake of breath told me the hook had gone in. I pushed a little
further.
"Ah!" she said, involuntarily. I stopped pushing and rocked the tip from
side to side. "Oh, oooh!" she gasped. She was twisting in Silvanus's bear
grip, looking from one of us to the other, hoping for any sign of mercy. I
continued the penetration. Every time I rocked the tip inside her nipple she
struggled and cried out a little more loudly. Suddenly she screamed and the
tip poked out the other side.

For the second hook Silvanus got his turn. He came around the front and
stood there stretching his stiff legs, while I got to hold her from
behind. Gallus knelt down and took her unpierced right nipple in his mouth,
pretending he was just doing it to help. She looked at the top of his head and
then across at her now decorated left nipple. You could see it stiffen, oozing
a trickle of blood along the curved metal, as Gallus worked on her unviolated
nipple with his lips and teeth. I could feel her whole body beginning to
relax. Then Silvanus became impatient and nudged Gallus aside. I locked my
arms around her waist. Silvanus took the other fishhook and scratched her
engorged nipple with the hook's sharp tip. He worked all the way around it,
scoring the delicate skin. She wriggled hopelessly but kept quiet until he
chose his entry point and dug the tip in. It was a short, angry scream. He
took his time working the hook though to the other side. Willowfall moaned and
struggled more and more as the pain grew. Her hair was in my face and my groin
was pressed against the roundness of her butt. My dick was hard as a
spear-shaft and it was all I could do to stop myself from thrusting into the
valley between her buttocks. Then she howled briefly and the second nipple was
fully hooked.

Silvanus pulled playfully on both the hooks, pulling her breasts in to
cone-shapes, then letting them bounce back to their normal shape. "Stop it!"
she yelled, still kneeling on the ground. I stood up and there was a giant
tent-pole of an erection in my tunic. Silvanus and Gallus started laughing,
but they were no better off. I let Gallus tie a leather cord to each fishhook
while I led the other ends of the cords over the lintel above her head and
down on the other side, where I tied them to heavy counterweights, which then
hung at about waist height. When Gallus was done, he let go of the cords.

Willowfall yelped as her bleeding nipples were were jerked upwards by the
hooks. The weights on the other end pulled the cords tight and kept on
pulling. She scrambled to get up and relieve the biting pain of the hooks, but
her arms were lashed behind her back and she lost her balance. She fell
sideways against the doorframe, pulling hard on the taut cords. She screamed
with pain and the hooks stretched her breasts and nipples further than I
thought possible, but her flesh was tougher than it looked, and the hooks
stayed embedded. Then she got her feet planted securely and managed to raise
herself. As she stood upright, the counterweights on the other side of the
lintel descended to a few inches off the floor. Her breasts were like two
little pyramids, suspended by their bloody tips. Desperate to relieve the
pain, she stood on tiptoe as high as she could. The counterweights settled on
the dusty floorboards, her suspended breasts took a slightly more rounded
shape, and the cords showed a tiny bit of slack.

We stood back and admired our work. Willowfall stood as tall as she could,
the muscles in her legs hard and defined, her head back and her chest thrust
fowards and upwards. She was stretched out for us, suffering and beautiful,
for long minutes. Her whimpers grew to moans. Her legs began to twitch
with the strain.

"Oh God, Oh God!" she groaned, her arched feet quivering. Her heels sank
towards the ground then she pushed up again, fighting the cramps and weakness
in her calves. Her struggles were enthralling. She tried to free her arms, and
looked desperately at the cords that pulled mercilessly on her skewered
nipples as she lost the battle and sank back to a comfortably flat-footed
stance. The pain tore at her and she was up on her toes again, but this time
her calves were weaker and soon she came down off her toes, cursing and crying
as her nipples took the full weight of the counterweights. She cursed us as
brutes and sadists, and tried to bear the nipple pain but soon it was too much
and she raised herself on tiptoe. In a few seconds her legs buckled and she
was back down again. We forgot any plans we may have had to get food or go
piss in an empty doorway, and watched enthralled as she bobbed up and down
like a crucified slave.

"You pigs, you bastards! Oh God, Oh God, Oooh!" She was breaking before our
eyes, the realization sinking in that there was no end to this pain, no goal
for which to endure, no reward for her defiance. She looked up frantically at
us and then down again at her cruelly hooked nipples. Rivulets of sweat ran
down her neck. She had been down for almost a minute now. No need to
pull up on the cords or add to the counterweights, time was doing all the
work for us.
"I'm not going to... aah! Stop it, I'll... Oh God, Oh No, no!" She was
determined not to beg us for mercy, which would make it all the sweeter when
she finally had to.

Great detial and depth
I tried to get Clout to work on this with you, but it's obvious you need no help.

There are a number of very good artist on this forum
a collaboration between writers and artist could create some realy inspired work.

I've yet to decide if you are creative or just vicious but I very much like the detail in your writing style.

It is interesting though.

kisses

willowfall

I revised the beginning of the story. Here is the new beginning. When I finish the whole thing, I'll post it as a single text file for convenience of future readers.


We were on patrol at the northern edge of our area when Sextus was hit. We
were ambling along in the middle of the road because things had been quiet in
the city since we killed all the men. The arrow hissed over my head, and when
I turned around Sextus was flopping around on the ground with blood squirting
out of his neck. Silvanus and I dragged him to the nearest doorway but when we
put him down he was not breathing.
"Fuck!" shouted Silvanus. Sextus had been with us for two years. It felt
like a lifetime.
I looked out of the doorway, and saw a figure coming out of the ruined
alehouse that had been ahead of us at the fork in the road. I punched Silvanus
on the shoulder to snap him out of it, and pointed. It looked like a woman.
We left Sextus and dashed up the street, our swords clacking crazily against
our legs. She was nimble on her feet and we had a hard time climbing after
her over the loose rubble, but as soon as she got to the street it was a
straight footrace and we quickly had her. She wasn't carrying a bow. I held
her wrists behind her back while Silvanus checked her for any small weapons. He
stroked her hair back to see what she looked like, and she spat in his
face. He punched her in the stomach and the blow almost knocked me over
too. We lashed her hands together behind her back.
"Let me go, you bastards!" she shouted, her brown eyes flashing contempt.
"Where's your bow?" I demanded. Silvanus had gone back to the alehouse to
see if she had dropped it.
"I don't have a bow. I was looking for food."
I pulled her hands up to look at them, and she cried out at the twisting
of her elbows. She had the classic archer's calluses. She felt my fingers
run over them, testing their roughness.
"I used to hunt with a bow," she protested.
"Got it!" shouted Silvanus, waving a short bow in the air as he ran back to
us.
"That's not mine!" she yelled.
Silvanus dropped the bow and dragged her away from me. He gripped the back
of her neck and held his pugio to her throat.
"You're going to dance for us on the cross, bitch!" He shouted, then paused.
"Or, you could suck my dick and I'll cut your head off."
"You asshole!" she gasped.
I smacked her bottom with my scabbard. As she tried to dodge, her torn dress
flicked open revealing tanned muscled legs. We started dragging her back to
out outpost. She was wearing light sandals and her feet made no sound
compared to the crunching of our boots. As we passed the doorway where Sextus
was sprawled, Silvanus grabbed her neck again and tried to force her to look
at the body.
"That was my friend, bitch!"
"What about us?" she fired back. "Our men!"

Willowfall Captured (3), by Hangnail

We left her struggling on the hooks and went to get Sextus's body. We
brought him back slung over our shoulders, and positioned him sitting up
against the plinth, his head propped up so he could see Willowfall. She was
now moaning loudly. When she saw Sextus she finally lost control.

"You were killing us!" she screamed. "What would you do? Wouldn't you
fight? You're fucking soldiers! We had to fight you!"
Silvanus threw a stone at her. She dodged it, but in doing so pulled
hard against the hooks. "Stop it!" She screamed. "Take me down!"
"Ask nicely, arrow-girl!" said Gallus.

We sat down for the game of jacks. Things got tense when Silvanus fumbled
on threesies and was eliminated. He'd really wanted to be the first to take
Willowfall. Gallus had never been much good, and I won at fivesies.
They sat a couple of feet from Sextus, and let me claim my prize.

Willowfall was weeping by now. With her hands tied behind her back she
was completely naked and open to me. She could no longer rise on the balls
of her feet, and her legs were shaking. It looked as if just standing up
was becoming difficult. I stroked back the long black hair which had stuck
to her cheeks. She choked back her rising sobs and turned her face away.
I marveled at the strength of her nipple flesh. After a good hour of
tension and pulling, the hooks were as snugly in place now as they had been
when freshly inserted. I tapped the tips of her nipples. Then I headed back to
join Silvanus and Gallus.

"Please!" she called out in a low voice. I turned back. Her voice grew even
quieter, aching with pain and reluctance. "I'll do whatever you want."
"How did you address me?" I said.
She swallowed. "Sir," she sniffled. I'll do whatever you want, sir."
"What are you doing here, Willowfall?"
She grimaced and forced the words out. "I'm being punished, sir."
"Why are you being punished?"
"I, I, killed a soldier, sir."
"What is the official punishment for that?"
Her looked up at me, and then lowered her eyes again. "Crucifixion, sir."
"How are you being punished?"
"I'm, my..." She looked at the hooks.
I made as if to turn away.
"I am hanging on hooks, by my breasts, sir." Her voice was shaking. And it
hurts very much, sir."
"Would you prefer the official punishment, Willowfall?"
"No, sir."
I looked at her inquiringly.
"I prefer this, sir. But I, please may I have a break, sir? I need
to sit down." She started quietly crying again.
"You would like to sit?"
"Yes, please, sir."

I traced the outline of her quivering lips, ran my hands down to her slim
waist, to the swell of her hips, and than back up again to the upward curve of
her tortured breasts. She whimpered. I licked the sweat out of the hollow
above her collar bone. My tongue traveled down to one of her breasts and then
up, tracing a trickle of metallic-tasting blood, all the way to the hard point
protruding from her nipple. She moaned.

"Hey, Gallus!" I called, "Come and taste this!"
Gallus trotted over, and I pointed out the blood on her other breast.
He cleaned it up with his mouth, then worked his way down her belly as it pulsed
with her gasps of pain and outrage. He explored the mysteries of her navel for
a while before proceeding down the treasure trail of dark downy hair to her
black bush.

"What are you doing?" she hissed. Gallus buried his face in her muff. All we
could see was his head rolling around as his mouth worked at whatever it could
reach. Her thighs began to open a little. She lifted one leg over his
shoulder. Gallus, kneeling beneath her, took her weight on his shoulders, then
straighened his back, lifting her up a few precious inches. She sighed with
relief as the cords went slack and her breasts went back to their natural shape.
"Oh God, Oh my God!" she blurted, and her other leg went over his other
shoulder. Her feet crossed at the ankles in the small of his back, and she
tried to keep herself balanced on her new seat.
Silvanus came over to see what was going on. I hadn't invited him in yet, so
he could only look. Gallus had a long tongue, he was always making crude
gestures with it. Now it was time to see what he could really do. He certainly
seemed to be working hard.

Gallus's hands were busy behind her. He looked to be kneading her firm
buttocks. Willowfall was writhing in place now, the relief of pain from above
and the rush of pleasure from below washing away her resentment in a flood of
humiliating gratitude. Suddenly her hands popped in to view. Gallus had untied
them! Our hands flew to our pugios, but she was not trying to dislodge
Gallus. She ran her hands though his hair, then pushed down on him, lifting
herself forward and opening her legs wider. She curled over him, her hair
flopping forwards over her face, her fingers tracing the muscles of his neck.
"Oh, yes," we heard her murmur in his ear.

Gallus ducked down, and she dropped a handsbreadth. The cords went tight
for a second, the hooks tugging at her nipples. She squealed with horror, and
then he lifted her again, burying his tongue into her slit. She knew she was
his, to pleasure or torture as he pleased. We could see the excitement grip
her. She rolled her hips, steering his tongue. She squirmed and gasped like
an impaled poisoner. I couldn't say how long she rode Gallus's tongue, After a
while I sensed an increased tension in her writhing body. Suspecting
something, I sneaked around behind her and saw that Gallus's fingers had
smeared her juices and his saliva over the crack of her butt, and his middle
finger was circling her darker hole. His finger pressed repeatedly on the
puckered ring, sinking in a little further each time, and finally disappeared
inside. His finger slid out and in, out and in.

I couldn't wait. I lifted my tunic and my dick popped up, drooling. I pulled
his finger out of her butt and positioned myself on the gooey sphincter. It
tightened and then softened again. I pressed, not even that hard, and an inch
of my tool slid inside. She groaned and it clamped shut, trapping the helmet
of my dick inside. There was no resistance as I pushed it in half its
length. Then I pulled almost all the way out until her butthole again clamped
shut on its new possession. I ass-fucked her slowly, and then faster, as her
tightness became sweeter to me. Gallus's tongue was still working heroically
at her pussy. I reached around the front, and felt her nipples, standing free
but still pierced. I smelled the rankness wafting up from her ass, the blood
on my hands from her breasts, and the musk of her pussy. I fucked her
ruthlessly. I'd never felt such pleasure. She pushed her butt back against me
Her whole body went rigid.
She cried out "No! No! Oh God, no!" and her butt muscles started bunching
and relaxing. A red-hot hardness filled my dick and I gushed repeatedly in to
her ass as she shuddered and moaned on her living sedile.

clout took notes I thought I was good

Ok, you're good and I got wet reading it.

kisses

willowfall

Willowfall Captured (4), by Hangnail

My dick stayed hard, savoring the silky passage of her butt, and I backed it
out slowly. Her ring of muscle tightened periodically as her body tried to
expel me. Gallus also retreated, lowering Willowfall's feet to the ground. I
lifted the counterweights on to the metalworking countertop so there was no
more tension and the cords hung loosely from the hooks in her nipples. She
stood there, flushed, looking down in shame.
"My turn," growled Silvanus.
"Sextus first!" said Gallus.
Silvanus had to admit that Gallus was right. Sextus was the one who really
deserved to take revenge. Gallus dragged Sextus's body over to Willowfall's
doorway. Silvanus brought out a high stool from the shop, and a springy cane
which he gave to me. We sat Sextus on the stool. His head lolled backwards and
blood still oozed out around the broken-off arrow shaft embedded in his
neck. We'd tried to get it out but it was barbed and wouldn't budge. Gallus
held him up, and Silvanus and I pushed Willowfall to her knees in front of
him.

"Tell Sextus you're sorry." I said.
"I'm sorry I killed him." she said woodenly.
I slashed the cane down across her bruised and impaled nipples. She shrieked
and covered them with her hands.
"One more chance," I said. "Throw yourself on the mercy of your Domine
Sextus."
She groveled at his feet. "I'm sorry Domine Sextus. I shouldn't have
killed you. What can I do?"
Gallus steered Sextus's head upright and moved his slack jaw, while speaking
from behind Sextus's head in imitation of Sextus's Apuglian accent,
"Lick my breastplate clean, bitch."
Willowfall reached out with her hand to wipe the congealing globs of dark
blood off the armor. I laid the cane across her sweaty buttocks as hard as I
could.
"Aie!" she squealed. She took a deep breath then bent forward and started
licking the encrusted mess, while weeping and gagging. A few clots slid off
the edge and I made another red line on her bottom with the cane.
"Swallow it all!" I commanded.
She paused, retching and begging to be allowed to stop. I prodded her
asshole with the cane, and the cane slipped inside. With a squeak she licked
and swallowed across the rest of the metal surface. Gallus undid the straps
and held up the shiny breastplate.
"Good enough for government work!" said Gallus. He pulled up Sextus's
tunic, exposing his naked groin. "Now suck me, arrow bitch."

I pushed the cane a finger-length in to her well-lubricated butthole and she
compliantly lowered her head to Sextus's cold groin. She dug out his floppy
little dick with her fingers, and looked up at us for a second, then accepted
it in to her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it.
"Faster! This fast!" I said, fucking her asshole with the cane. She followed
the rhythm I set, her ribcage pulsing as she sucked as hard as she could. Maybe
she really thought she could give a dead man a hard-on. I could almost believe
it myself. She was already giving me one again.

"Let's see what you've got." I said after a few minutes.
Sextus's dick looked a bit bigger than before, but not able to stand up
on its own.
"What do you say, bitch?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, "but..."
"No buts!" interrupted Silvanus. "Apologize to your Domine!"
"I'm sorry, Domine Sextus, sir, I'm not very good at..." She stopped,
unwilling to say the word.
"At what?" shouted Silvanus. "Say what you're crap at!"
"At doing... this."
Silvanus slapped her in the face, just as Sextus would have done.
"I'm not a whore!" she screamed at him, suddenly defiant again.

I gave her a final deeper thrust with the cane and she squealed. Then I
popped it out of her and gave it to Silvanus. I stepped back into the shop,
while he fenced at Willowfall's face with the cane.
"Wanna suck this instead?, whore?"
She batted it away with her hands. He landed two stinging blows on her
face, then I swept the counterweights off the table. The cords that Willowfall
had forgotten jerked tight, practically lifting her off the ground by the
hooks through her breasts. She screamed even louder this time, and grabbed
the cords, pulling down on them to ease the tension in her nipple-hooks.
Silvanus came around behind her and whipped the cane across her bottom. She
jumped and cried out, but her hands were now occupied fighting the pull of the
weights. She could protected the front of her chest with her forearms,
but that left her naked back exposed to Silvanus.

I wandered back to the outpost to get some water, while the crack of cane on
flesh, and Willowfall's cries of anguish, echoed down the street. Gallus
was channeling Sextus's shouts of laughter and encouragement to Silvanus.
"Look at that wriggling butt! I thought she said she wasn't a whore!"

When I got back, Silvanus was yelling at Willowfall that she was a useless
slut who loved it in the ass. Willowfall twisted around trying to evade
Silvanus's ruthless punishment of her buttocks. But, tired out from lack of
food and the abuse she'd already endured, she was too slow. Her backside was a
jumble of red welts. Then Silvanus pretended to stop. He stepped close to her
and kissed her on the back of the neck while stroking her reddened bottom,
then landed another stroke. He beat her feet to make her dance around, then
returned to punishing her thighs and buttocks. After a while she just stood
there, crying and begging Silvanus to let her go.
"Why should I let you go, bitch? Don't you like this?"
"Break her arms!" added Gallus in his imitation of Sextus's voice.
Willowfall begged some more. Then she offered to suck Silvanus's dick.
"What? Your useless mouth?" sneered Silvanus.
"I promise I'll make you come!" said Willowfall in desperation.
"You'll make me? Make me?" roared Silvanus, beating her so hard that she
staggered forward. "You'll do what I make you do!" I sometimes wondered if
Silvanus was a creative torturer or just plain vicious.
"I'll suck you however you want!" pleaded Willowfall, clutching the
jerking cords to her chest as Silvanus's blows knocked her around.
Silvanus whacked her lovely bottom a few more times, and relented. He pushed
her aside and emerged from the dark doorway. I gave the water bottle to Gallus
and he took a long swig and passed it on to Silvanus. Willowfall's eyes
followed it eagerly.
"Forget it, bitch. You can swallow whatever I give you," said Silvanus.