1. Cyprian and Rona


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

    duty, but the guilt of being with another was almost too great. Forgive me, Master. Then her torture began. Cassius bent her down on his royal bed, her ass high in the air and head facing the large self-portrait that hung above the king’s bed. Suddenly, a dark, silk bag was placed over her head, with just a small hole over her mouth. She felt the bag tighten at her neck, and as all light started to fade away, she began to panic. As her world plunged into total darkness, her head snapped back and was held in place. A cord attached to the top of the bag was tied to the bedpost, and she felt her ankles tied to the bed as well. Her hands pulled behind her back, the king tied them so tight Rona could feel her circulation decreasing. “Now, my little slut. Every one of your holes is open for my choosing. I think I will begin by fucking the filthy trap that worships a lesser man. Present your mouth to your king, you worthless sperm swallowing bitch!” Rona could feel the heat of his spear just inches from her mouth. Though her eyes could not see through the bag, she could sense his closeness. He would destroy her. “Perhaps before I take your mouth, the little slut would like a drink?” Suddenly remembering the poison in the wine, Rona felt a thud of fear in her heart. Luckily, her years of education and study under Cyprian’s watchful eye gave her a sharp mind, and she responded immediately to the king: “My Lord, your lowly little cunt is not worthy of His Majesty’s wine. Please, ...
    drink it for yourself. I only deserve to taste it coming from your mighty phallus, sir.” Clearly impressed by his new toy, the king stood back. “Cyprian seems to have done something worthwhile; he’s trained his little Queen of the Sluts to truly respect a man’s place. Very well, you will get your wish. When I have emptied my seed in your anus, you will taste my own little cocktail.” With that, the king drew a long drink from his goblet. With a loud belch, he bellowed: “Eunuch! Fetch me more wine!!!” Then a thud. The king collapsed on his bed, snoring loudly. Cyprian had chosen the poison well. First acting as a strong sedative, the poison then slowly stops the heart. It would be hours before anyone noticed the king’s death. Rona could here the door opening and Roland shuffling into the room. Her head still covered, she prayed the poison worked accordingly to plan. She felt little fingers under her chin, and suddenly the bag was removed. As she adjusted to the light, Roland’s disturbing, pale face appeared. An off-putting grin on his face, Roland looked Rona in the eye. “Master’s games are always so fun, wouldn’t you agree? But you should leave now. Master does not care for his harem to be in his bed when he awakens from his slumber. Go back to Cyprian, if you can walk.” He giggled to himself, and Rona nearly vomited at the truly vile nature of this unnatural cretin. As Roland stooped to untie her feet, she felt his hand moving up her thigh. “Eunuch, this body belongs to Caesar ...
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