1. Cyprian and Rona


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Benvolios_cousin, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    the door to his personal chambers, Rona felt a striking sense of danger. Like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, she knew she was entering a temple of death. She could feel the evil of the place, but still, she trusted Cyprian’s plan. Expressionless, she followed behind Cassius. The door slammed behind them, and she could hear the lock being turned and the patter of Roland’s tiny feet as he hurried away. Filthy eunuch rat, she thought silently. Cassius pulled back the curtain to his large bed and turned to face Rona. His expression oscillated between villainous and cold-hearted, a slight, insidious smile creeping at the edges of his lips. “So the great Cyprian has decided to pimp out his little whore. I’ve heard much about you, Angerona. Tell me, do you think of your parents often? I heard they were burned slowly, like a chicken on a skewer. Do you miss them? Call for them at night? Admit it, you want daddy back, you little shit whore.” Cyprian had prepared Rona for the Caesar’s abuse. He warned her time and again to remember the plan and not fall prey to Cassius’ torments. After all, she was there to end them. But still, Rona could feel her steely resolve fraying. Cassius Caesar moved behind Rona, slowly rubbing his hands across her body. He stood directly behind her, grabbed both her nipples between his fingers, and squeezed as hard as he could. It was all Rona could do to keep herself from screaming. Her mouth wide open, she refused to make a sound. Caesar noticed ...
    her restraint. “No, no, no. This won’t do. I want to hear you scream the way you did for your parents.” With that he twisted her nipples and pulled. This time Rona, couldn’t help but scream. As she did, Caesar pulled her into him, and she could feel his enormous phallus through his robe. “Much better! You almost sound like that craggy bitch you call a mother as my men burned her alive. So please, scream all you want my little fuck rag. Soon you’ll find yourself beaten, worthless, and filled with my baby. Bend down, and give your king what is his.” Dutifully, Rona did as she was commanded. The king hastily tore off his own clothes, and Rona moved like lightning. As she bent down and prepared to be taken by her king, she removed a small wooden vial from her blouse. Pouring the contents into the king’s goblet, she tossed the vial into the fireplace next to bed. As the king mounted her from behind, she looked sadly out the window and across the city to Cyprian’s court. The years of schooling, reading, laughing, and playing safely under the watchful eye of the mighty senator seemed so distant now. She could physically see her adopted home, but she might as well have been in the outer realm of the empire. Here, in this room, she was no longer his. She was to bend to the will of another. A deep sense of guilt plagued her. A solitary tear fell from her cheek, yet she didn’t cry for herself; her tear was for the pain she knew Cyprian was feeling. She knew she was fulfilling her utmost ...
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