Decima Rising

by Jennifer Campbell

  Decima was somewhat astounded at the barbarian’s refusal. What purpose does she hope to achieve? Her mouth is forced open so he can simply take it when he wishes, so why would she garner additional punishment which is sure to come for her refusal?

  “You see, Marinus, Varius is right, ten suns simply is not enough time. The bitch either doesn’t know it’s her duty to suck or she’s hasn’t been broken enough to willingly do her duty. I suspect it’s the latter, but it matters little, the point is she does not belong amongst these trained slaves.” Gaius jammed his cock into the barbarian’s mouth, laughing as the girl futilely bucked in an attempt to dislodge the rigid invader. However with her knees securely fastened to the floor and her head in a Gaius’ death grip, she could do nothing to stop the moments of vicious throat fucking. The only thing that stopped her torment was Gaius losing interest, and pushing her off his shaft, but adding a loud slap across her startled face.

  “She has a nice tight throat when it pressed into service. I’ll come back and have some fun with her later, but now to more willing and perhaps worthy candidates.”

  Decima felt happy to see her own indignation at the presence of a barbarian being justified by Gaius. Master Gaius is right. What does my years of training and perfected skills and obedience mean if an untrained slave can simply steal it all away. This freedom the pink-eye cherishes, it will not help her now.

  Gaius turned from the barbarian to approached Virgelina, who stared at the floor, making no offer of service. Reaching out to take the girl’s soft breasts into his hands, Gaius kneaded and fondled the soft mounds, but still Virgelina looked at the floor.

  Amazed, Decima wondered, what can she think she is here for?

  Undaunted, Gaius let the fingers of one hand traced down Virgelina’s belly, over her pubic mound, and around her slowly swelling clit bulb, to slip inside her gash. The slave girl let out a plaintive groan, and Gaius withdrew his digits with a look of surprise on his face.

  “You’re quite dry, slave, not ready to serve. Are you frightened to be here?”

  Virgelina’s face turned red with embarrassment, as it was not the norm for pleasure slave not to enjoy their sexual use. “No, Master, this slave wishes to serve. She is just nervous, as she is not use to this sort of use.” Her eyes went to the floor again, indicating her lack of confidence.

  Gaius laughed, and his hand latched on to the front ring of her collar, pulling her up to a standing position.

  Decima knew Gaius was not amused and she expected trouble for her competitor. The dumac is in trouble now, and she will reap the whirlwind.

  “So your Master did not prepare you. Did you think imperial service was a holiday from your normal service? Do you know how to suck as a pleasure slave should?”

  “Yes, Master, this slave does.”

  “Then why, slut, are you not sucking?” Gaius inquired in a thunderous voice.

  Decima watched Virgelina pathetic performance in shock that a pleasure slave could be so standoffish to a male organ. As Virgelina slowly worked her mouth over just the head of Gaius’ shaft, Decima rolled her eyes with disapproval when the girl actually withdrew completely to take a breath. At my Master’s mansion, she would be a kitchen bitch, wood carrier, or perhaps she would hang in the Hall of Flesh as a living candle, but she would not be a pleasure slave.

  “This is what your Master accepted as service from you, slave?” Gaius waited a wry smile on his face for Virgelina to confirm his suspicions. Again Virgelina abandoned her service, poor as it was, to answer the question.

  “Yes, Master likes it this way.” She innocently confirmed.

  “Then he is a fool, slave, and has done you a great disservice by sending you here.” Grabbing Virgelina’s head, he thrust his pole deep in the girl’s throat. Buried to the balls, in the captive mouth, Gaius began to hammer Virgelina’s face against his cock. The slave’s mouth was but a sheath now, being used to pleasure her Master.

  “This is what properly sucking cock feels like, bitch. However, it is you who should be doing the work, fucking your pretty mouth on my cock, if you were properly trained. I suppose it is not your fault your Master is a poor trainer, but you may pay the price for his incompetence.”

  Like he had with the barbarian, Gaius lost interest in the throat fucking, pushing Virgelina away hard enough to make her tumbled backwards. The girl sputtered at her release, gasping to regain her lost breath.

  “Consider your oral service a failure, slave. You had best make up for it later in the trail, as orally you are not up to imperial standards.”

  Marinus chose this point to interrupt, with a timely observation. “Yes, so far this is a sad trial, but there is hope. I see a bright yellow collar, the mark of Allus, and those who wear such a collar are normally trained to perfection.”

  Gaius turned, flagging his rampant erection in the direction of Decima. It was all the invitation she needed.

  Now it is my turn to please. Pushing her face forward, Decima’s willing mouth found and swallowed Gaius’ length, surprising him with full, balls to chin, penetration of her throat.

  “Ahhh, better, much better.” Gaius reached down to find and play with Decima’s nipples with his fingers. Pulling the buds until they hardened, he began to test her pain tolerance, squeezing her tender nipples by degrees. To his surprise and approval, Decima never wavered in her furious sucking of his rod, despite his painful play with the breasts.

  Her mind alive with the pain, Decima slathered her tongue along the underside of the cock, determined not to show her agony. Think about Claretta and pleasuring the cock, for nothing else is important. As her training had taught her, she managed to get her tongue to peek out of her lips, so as to lick at Gaius’ balls with his shaft impaled in her throat.

  “Pay attention, you two. This is service, the kind an imperial should offer willingly. This slave is another fine example of Allus’ training methods.”

  Decima’s lips continued their worshipping of the warm rigidity splitting them. It filled her throat as it did her mind, reminding her of her purpose. Working hard, head bobbing up and down, she gagged up saliva, but did not let the mess concern her. Nothing is as important as making this cock spurt.

  However, climax was not Gaius’ desire, so he grasped the blond crown and pulled her face away from its object of desire. A gasp of disappointment, escaped Decima’s lips, but she moved immediately to her duty to clean up after herself. Dropping her face to the floor, Decima licked up her fallen saliva, in her sublime obedience. When she finished, she looked up, and in the corner of her eye she caught a wide-eyed, open-mouthed look of obvious admiration from the haughty imperial who had been watching. The amazed look faded when the imperial realized she had been seen, but the compliment was paid, and Decima felt pride surge in her veins.

  “Thank you, Master, for allowing this slave to serve. May her body be of further service?”

  “Not just yet, Decima, but hold that desire.” Gaius looked at Marinus with a look which spoke of their decision being made, but the sexual testing continued.

  Clapping his hands, Gaius spoke to his guards. “Bind the barbarian over her araban, and have the other two assume the required position for further penetration. We’re going to have some fun, men, as things seem clear to the Chamberlain and I.”

  Decima and Virgelina knew from their training what was expected of them, and they moved willingly to positions bent forward over the short wooden slave arabans. With feet spread wide, and hands to the stone floor, their clefts and anus’ were exposed for easy use. Their docile obedience left all three guards available to help bind the fiercely struggling pink-eye. The three men easily overwhelmed her and soon she was chained in the same ready-for-use posture.

  “Flog the pink-eye, full bore, she need to learn the consequences of refusal, and struggling.” Gaius ordered as he moved behind Virgelina, placing his hands on her hips and thrusting brutally into her exposed cleft.

  “Better, slave, you’re wet now, and
nicely tight, but you need to push back against the cock you service. Take it deeper, and don’t let your Master do all the work.” Slapping her flank a few times to incite movement on her part, Gaius withdrew quickly from her slit, and slammed into her exposed asshole.

  “Nooooo.” Virgelina screamed, and in an instant of pain she forgot her years of training. Shifting her weight on the araban, she dislodged Gaius’ shaft from her bottom hole.

  Decima was immediately aware of the seriousness of the offense; for a pleasure slave to refuse service was unthinkable, and would book severe punishment. Felicia, pray you protect the poor dumac, for she has done the worse thing imaginable.

  It took a second or two for Gaius to react to the unexpected refusal, but when the lapse ended, Virgelina’s pain began. Grabbing her by her hair, he reentered her bottom hole while motioning to her guard to bind her to the slave araban. Once the guard had her helplessly bound, Gaius withdrew from the girl’s rectum, but whispered to the guard to enjoy the girl’s bottom. The man eagerly replaced his commander, his erection rutting in Virgelina’s anus. Gaius moved in front of Virgelina, pulled her head up, and began to viciously slap her face.

  “You’ll be lucky now if you ever see your Master again, bitch. You’re in a world of hurt that is just beginning.” Calling over the older soldier who guarded Decima, Gaius instructed him to take up the slapping duty.

  “Keep slapping and ass fucking that bitch, while I take my pleasure in our newest imperial.”

  Ignoring the barbarian, Gaius strutted to the bent over Decima and received her delightful surprise meant for the man she hoped might mark her as his. Balancing her weight on the araban, Decima had taken her hands from the floor and used them to hold open her anal crack, displaying her holes for Gaius to see,

  Transfixed by Decima’s erotic display, Gaius reached out and probed her held-open slit, bringing forth a gasp of arousal from Decima’s lips. Yes, touch me, Master, use me as you wish.

  “You are such a superbly trained sexual beast, Decima, and I sense you enjoy your open carnality more than most slaves.” Now with a desire to see how much she enjoy being stimulated, Gaius grabbed her swollen clit bulb, already much bigger than his thumb, and kneaded the organ through his fingers.

  “Oooohhh, Master Gaius, you own this slave now. Your manly fingers have her center, making her your helpless, willing slave.”

  “Hands on the araban, slave. Then push back impaling your cunt on my cock, fucking your hole for my pleasure. ” Gaius nestled her cockhead up to her vulva so she could obey his command.

  “Yes, Master, this slave obeys.” Doing as instructed, she grasped the wooden piece tightly and pushed her rear back, found the head of his rod, and skewered her cleft to full impalement. “Ohhhh, so thick and deep, Master, this slave hopes to feel it every day.” Using the araban for critical support, Decima began the forward and backward movement of her wet tunnel gripping Gaius’ stout pole. By Felicia this is a delight, to be allowed to take my pleasure on a Master’s cock.

  “Fuck faster, slave, and tell these two pretenders what imperial pleasure slaves feel when they serve.” Gaius slipped two fingers in her anus, to fill both her needy holes.

  “To be alive, Master that is what service feels like. This slave is an empty vessel, like a pot sitting in a shelf, until she is filled with flesh to make her purpose clear.” Hearing the chorus of slaps and grunts from Virgelina, Decima remembered the vanquished girl was in a world of agony.

  Knowing Virgelina’s torment might end when Gaius came, as he would lose interest, Decima pleaded for the commander’s shaft in her ass. It is my tightest orifice, so surely I can bring forth his seed with it. “Master, may this slave have your thickness in her ass.” Having asked for permission, Decima took the dramatic action of reaching back with her right hand, and grasping the flesh pole she was impaled on. Hearing no compliant from Gaius, she removed the shaft from her cunt, and slipped it into her anus. In one fluid motion she lurched backwards stabbing Gaius’ length deep in her rectum. Hearing gasps from the imperials, she proceeded to ram her anal tunnel with hard cock.

  In Decima’s mind, the reaming could have gone on forever, as to have a Master who would let her do this, rut on his cock, was delightful to her. The truth was, this was no longer about saving Claretta, or Allus’ goals for her, and Decima was in her glory, feeling pleasure deep in her core. As the commander of the imperial guard exploded in her bottom, she smiled, and thanked Felicia for her wanton nature.

  Moments later she was kneeling before Gaius and Marinus with her neck laid bare for the first time in many seasons. About to receive the deep violet collar of an imperial, Decima let her eyes roam the throne room. Virgelina lay on the floor, sobbing and only half-conscious of her surroundings, but still alive as Gaius had ended her punishment. As Decima looked down on her discarded yellow collar, she naturally wondered if she would never see her slave lover again. Taking it off was hard, like taking off my life to this point. It probably means I will never see Claretta again, but I will never forget her and I will honor our promise to each other.

  Feeling Gaius’ semen begin to leak out her ass in the journey mandated by gravity, Decima was surprised by what Gaius’ did next. Pulling her to her feet by her flaxen tresses, he brought his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. In the Empire, kissing was not normal behavior between Masters and slaves as it was seen as a reward a Master might give occasionally to a long-serving, obedient slave, whom he favored over others. It was certainly not something a not yet collared imperial would expect from the commander of the Imperial Guard.

  Marinus couldn’t help commenting when the long kiss ended. “Will we perhaps see a marking today, Gaius? You seem quite taken by this product of Allus.”

  “Yes, I shall mark her, and remind me, Marinus, to send Allus a letter and a gift, to thank him for his training of this slut.” Gaius reached out to take the shiny new purple collar from Marinus’ hand.

  By Felicia, I believe I have done it. This is beyond my wildest dreams that I would be marked on the very suns of my trial. Decima took a moment to feel her collaring, as Gaius fixed the collar to her throat.

  Gaius then rose from the moment, as duty called, there were matters to dispose of before his staff meeting. The barbarian slave and the beaten Virgelina must be dispensed with before he could continue pursuing his pleasure. “Do you wish the pink eye to go to Varius for some rudimentary training before she takes on her duties as whipping bitch, Marinus?

  Marinus nodded, his eyes still gleaming as he admired Decima’s body. “Yes, it would make her easier to handle if she were broken.”

  Gaius motioned to the guard to release the pink-eye from her bindings. “Does the bitch have a name yet on her papers from Baiae, soldier?”

  Hastily the guard reached into his uniform for her papers. Unfolding and scanning them, he answered his commander’s question. “No mention of a name, sir.”

  “Hmmmm, a name for a barbarian slut. How about Barbetta? Yes, it sounds suitable. Guard, take this scum to Varius. Tell him we would like name assimilation of Barbetta, and that she is to be broken so she is easily handled.” Gaius turned, as if done with the barbarian, but then turned back. “We have some time, so let’s try a little experiment to see if she’s actually trainable. The question is do barbarians have the capacity to learn?”

  Barbetta still wore the ring gag, so as he had before, Gaius pointed to her mouth, and then pointed to his limp cock. The results were the same as Barbetta refused to suck willingly. Gaius reached out with his muscular arm and grasped her plain black leather collar in his grip. Slowly, but with frightening authority he lifted Barbetta off the stone floor, cutting off her air as he twisted and squeezed the collar tighter and tighter. “Obedience or death is she willing to make that choice. We’ll know soon enough.”

  Time passed in infinite slowness for Decima as she watched Barbetta turn bluish, knowing she was seconds from suffocating. He will do it, foolish pink-eye, choke the life out o
f you and not think twice. It is time to recognize you’re not free anymore.

  Finally, when Decima thought surely she would die any second, Barbetta jerked her head in a compliant nod. Gaius brought her feet to the floor and released her, but he allowed her but a few gasps of needed breath, before he pointed to his now hardening cock. To remind Barbetta of the consequences of further refusal, he touched her collar twisting it slightly. Barbetta knelt and obediently found the head of her new Master’s cock, and pushed it through the ring gag into her mouth. She had taken the first step into sexual slavery.

  “There, you see, Marinus, they can be trained, and Varius is much more practiced and ruthless than I am. He will succeed in breaking her into a docile whipping bitch. Now what shall we do with this one?” Gaius moved to the still, but breathing, body of Virgelina and pushed the limp slave with his foot.

  “In a way, this slut’s performance was worse than the pink-eye, as she is supposed to be a trained pleasure slave. Yes, I must come down hard on this failure, to discourage other Masters from frivolously sending slaves to the palace and wasting our time.”

  Reaching down, Gaius pulled Virgelina’s head up by her hair, but all the semi-conscious slave did was groan. “She is a pretty thing, but she must be made example of. Guard, take her to Varius and tell him I want her hair cut off, give her fifty cane strokes all over her body, and to brand her with an F for failure. Tell him to have her load a cart with araban dung, and then she will pull it back to her Master. That should give him an idea of what we think of his training skills.”

  The blond-haired guard saluted, and dragged Virgelina from the room by her hair, followed closely by Barbetta, being flogged to movement by her guard.

  Decima was astounded, as she knew Virgelina would be punished but to be branded forever for all to see your failure. The poor dumac does not deserve it, as the blame lies with her Master, but slaves always pay for their Master’s mistakes.

  Lesser matters taken care of, Gaius asked Marinus to speak the required words to bind a slave to imperial service. Soon the chamberlain’s high voice filled the room. “In the name of the Emperor Marcus Flavius, ruler of the world, I decree that by the traditions of the Empire, in accordance with the teachings of the Four, the slave Decima, formerly the property of Governor Allus has been selected to serve under the purple. May she find contentment in both her pleasure and her pain?”