When she heard the splash behind her she knew what was coming. The bastard was going to shove his big prick in her ass. “Open up her butt for me Jerrod, this slave needs all her holds plugged” he said to the younger man. She felt Jerrod roughly grab her ass and pull it open just before the bastard lined up his cock and shoved it in hard. He was big, and his prick hurt her some from the harshness of his anal violation. She didn’t let her pain show, determined not to let him have the satisfaction.
“Harder, fuck my ass harder!” she gushed to cover a pained groan. The two men set up a rhythm, fucking both her holes in short rapid strokes. Soon two more joined them sitting on either side of the one they called Jerrod. One grabbed her by the hair roughly and pulled her mouth to his small cock. She opened her mouth and he began pushing her down on it. She swallowed it to the base and began sucking him forcefully while grabbing the other man’s cock and jerking it.
Twenty minutes or so later Jerrod shot his seed into her pussy, and crawled out of the tub to dry off and leave without a word. The small cock guy shot his semen in her mouth next, and slapped her once before pushing her away and following Jerrod’s example. Another man on her list! The man she had been jerking took her by the hair forcing her to deep throat his large cock, while the bastard was still slamming his cock into her raw ass without any sign of letting up. The last two men climbed into the pool and one stood on either side, pulling her hands away from the edge which she had been using to support herself, and placing one each on their cocks. She stroked their cocks as best she could with the bastard in her ass slamming her forward as the big cock guy pulled her hair and made her swallow his entire tool.
A few minutes later, big dick yanked her hair pulling her down and holding her while he shot his load into her throat. Choking on his jism, she coughed, and cum flew from her mouth and nose. The big man just laughed as he crawled out of the pool and one of the older gentlemen took his place. This one simply held her head and began hunching into her face. He was rather fat, and as he drove his cock as deep as it would go, his belly pressed against her face. Not the fattest man she had been made to service, but certainly not attractive either. If she had to be gang raped, could it not have been some well hung young guards? The fat guy didn’t last long at all and when he came the tiny dribble of semen that he spurted onto her tongue would have made her laugh if her ass wasn’t burning from nearly fourty minutes of continuous pounding.
The last guy continued to let her jerk him, apparently not willing to stick his cock in her face, with the big man’s come covering the lower half. With her now free hand she cleaned her face off in the warm water hoping she could coax him into getting on with it, but he appeared to be waiting for the bastard to finish with her ass. Turning towards him, she began jerking him off with both hands, holding her open mouth a mere inch from his rigid manhood. The spectacle of her trying to jerk him off into her mouth was more than he could take and he erupted, shooting ropes of cum into her mouth and onto her face. The bastard in her ass finally slammed his cock deep in her anus one last time and filled her bowel with his seed. When his orgasm ended he chuckled and slapped her ass several times hard enough to leave welts.
“We’ll be back tomorrow night slave, make sure that ass is ready for more” he said as he clambered from the pool.
Damn, they were going to keep making her service them all until the Mistress was ready to return to the country estate!
As the last two men dressed and prepared to return to their barracks, no one noticed the shadow flit across the doorway. It would go hard on these silly men when the Mistress caught them at their little game tomorrow night, but it would go harder for Beyaja!
Scene 3 – Nayare’s Plan
Nayare had awoken some hours after eating Benect’s seed, needing to relieve herself. Passing the bath she had heard sounds that could only mean one thing; but who could it be? Slipping into the dark shadows, she walked to the bath on silent feet, and peered around the corner. There was Beyaja getting pounded in the ass by the guard that had brought Benect while she jerked off another guard into her mouth in such a licentious manner that it nearly made Nayare blush.
As she watched the men cum on and in her, and watched the man with his cock still up her butt spank her ass, she smiled, hoping it hurt. When the man mentioned that they would return, the beginnings of a plan formed. As the men gathered their implements, she slipped back to the room where she had left Benect.
Scene 4 – Benect the Collaborator
When Nayare slipped back into bed Benect awoke. He had been dreaming of taking Nayare’s ass again. His manhood was rigid and when Nayare climbed back onto him, it was laying under her pubic mound. She was excited by the prospect of getting her revenge so soon, and before she knew it, she was rubbing it with her body, and tipping her hips so that her hypersensitive clit was stroked by the underside of his shaft. Benect moaned in pleasure breaking her out of her reverie. She reached between them and took his shaft in her hand. Sliding forward she kissed him as a lover, rather than a slave, and guided him to the opening of her sex. Holding the kiss she lowered herself onto his hardness.
Benect had not experienced the slow gentle ride that she gave him then. The slippery velvet of her sex engulfed him, caressing his manhood and gently slid up and down his shaft. In a single day he had experienced so many things that he had not even imagined. Wrapping his arms about her he held her close to him in carnal bliss as she slowly and gently rode him. He felt warm and cared for and at the same time the sexual tension built in him like never before. When she began to moan softly with obvious pleasure he was overcome with emotions he never knew he had.
Nayare could hardly have imagined that the violent anal assault of a few hours earlier and the gentle lovemaking they now enjoyed could have been with the same person. This young man was a true anachronism, one part aggressive and one part loving. As he gently held her close, letting her control the pace, it was something she had never experienced. Slaves were not treated thus, they were made to serve, to be held and taken at the whim of those that dominated them. Her passion built, growing with each thrust of her body. She had often faked pleasure knowing that the men who brutally fucked her wanted to think they were so talented that even though they raped her she could not help but be excited. This was a thing outside her experience; a coupling of partners sharing pleasure, not seeking power.
For the first time, she was truly excited by a lover, and her body responded strongly. As the first orgasm at the hands of a man swept over her, a bond formed in her psyche. She would honor this man forever. It was not love in the traditional sense, but it was as close as she had ever experienced, perhaps as close as a body slave could ever hope for.
As the beautiful young slave writhed on top of his body, willfully accepting his raging hardness within her body, Benect found an entirely new pleasure, less intense than the savage lust of earlier, but in many ways more satisfying for it. When he came, it was the final stroke in a slow steady build up that demanded release, like the pressures of the earth building over time into a mighty earthquake. He held her tight, nuzzling her neck as his body shook in the throes of spent excitement.
When his quaking body calmed, she laid on top of him, his cock still within her warm passage. “I did not steal the bread you know” she said.
He was not concerned with such a petty crime. If she had stolen it, it would not matter to him. “It makes little difference, but if not, why did the mistress punish you?” he asked.
“It was that whore Beyaja, she was taking bread and feeding the birds, when the she heard the Mistress approach she placed it in the pocket of my robe. The Mistress saw it there, and my protestations that it was not mine only made her angry. Beyaja has been her faithful favorite so long that she would not believe that she would do such a thing.”
Benect was not shocked; he had seen other slaves avoid punishment in similar ways. “Perhaps the Mistress needs to be shown that her pet is not so disciplined” he said.
She told him then of her late night discovery at the baths and her intent to find a way to make Beyaja suffer for her crime. “I think I know a way, but you must not be involved, so that none will realize you set her up. Allow me to do this for you in repayment of the way I have treated you.”
She looked at him anew, with tears welling up in her eyes for the emotions he made her feel. “You may treat me as you wish; I am yours, with or without the Mistress’s orders.”
Scene 5 – Beyaja Betrayed
The next morning he was summoned to pleasure the Mistress. It had taken some time to find the necessary supplies but his simple plan was in place. As he was led into the Mistress’s room in Beyaja’s wake, he leaned down and acted as though he was picking up something she had dropped. “You dropped this Beyaja” he said, holding a folded bit of paper.
The Mistress seeing the paper took it from him, reading it carefully. “Beyaja is this yours?” she asked.
“No Mistress, it is not mine.” Beyaja was bewildered, and wondered where the scrap had come from, but she had never seen it before. The folded paper had been sealed with wax, so the Mistress knew that Beyaja had not read it, and if the suggestion it contained were at all merited she needed to act fast to protect her household.
“Benect, where is Nayare?” the Mistress inquired.
“Still sleeping Mistress, I fear I wore her out last night” he said with a sheepish grin. “Fetch her now, and make haste, I need her to do something for me. Beyaja, attend to the packing today, we leave in the morning for the country.”
“Yes Mistress” they both responded in stereo. Benect left quickly but listened outside to make sure the Mistress shared nothing of words he had scrawled on the tiny note. When Beyaja left through the other door he ran to fetch Nayare.
She was waiting for him, unable to sleep. “The Mistress is asking for you. Hurry, and relax, she took the bait” he told her.
They returned quickly, and the Relaera wasted no time. “Nayare, I need you to take a message to the legion commander for me; Benect will accompany you to insure your safety.” She handed the girl a note sealed with her personal signet, and dismissed them to carry out her orders. Nayare wondered if this was indeed part of the plan, if Benect had overreached in his aims to help her, but they had to be away from the villa before she could ask.
As they walked down the streets of the city, she all but begged for more information, but all he would say is that things were progressing exactly as he had planned, and that the before the night ended, Beyaja would get all that she deserved. They delivered the note, and waited as the commander read it.
“Tell your mistress that I will visit her this afternoon and arrange this matter.”
They returned to the Villa, and delivered his message. Relaera did not want her servants to witness this unpleasant matter, so she sent Benect along with Nayare to his room, with orders to remain there until the following morning. They spent the day making love, talking about the future, and wondering privately if they had a future together; a slaves life was never their own.
Late in the night, they heard shouting, and a clamor arose from the hallway leading to the baths. The Mistress’s voice was raised in anger. “Trust you, I have caught you red handed you worthless cunt!” she screamed.
“What on earth did you do?” Nayare asked.
“I simply planted a note from those bastards who were taking advantage of slaves, stating that they would help Beyaja escape to freedom if she consented to please them all.” He said with a smile.
Nayare had to admit, it was a flawless plan. In one fell stroke he had avenged her, put a stop to the abuses of the hired guards, and proven his loyalty to the Mistress beyond doubt.
Scene 6 – Beyaja Bound
They were summoned early to the Mistress’s sitting room that morning. As they went they were met by the commander, leading four men in chains from the premises. They had obviously been flogged, and had the look of men who thought the gallows would be an improvement over their current lot in life. When they arrived they found the Mistress, sitting quietly, staring out the window. Beyaja was chained to the wall behind her; ugly red welts covered her ass and back.
“Benect, you have been here two days, and already you have been worth the coins spent on you. The remainder of the household has already left for the country manor, but I am now required to stay until this matter is finally settled. You should know that Beyaja attempted to escape last night and her and her conspirators were caught red handed. I am giving her to the two of you. Nayare, you help Benect find a suitable and long lasting punishment for her.” She tossed them the key to Beyaja’s shackles and dismissed them.
The woman was unconscious, and as Nayare unchained her, Benect carried her back to his room, tossing her in the corner on an old mat. They left her hands and feet shackled. Benect felt that she had paid for what she had done to Nayare, but Nayare was not yet satisfied.
“Yes, she has been punished brutally, but I will not be satisfied until she gets what I endured!”
Benect thought that enough was enough, but the idea of forcing his cock into Beyaja’s ass turned him on at the same time and his lust won out. “I will do it, if you will let this go after it is done.”
Nayare agreed that once they had their way with her, she would be satisfied. Benect picked the unconscious woman up and laid her face down on the bed, locking the manacle chains to the bedframe. “I need something first before we do this, wait till I return, and don’t start without me” Nayare said slipping from the room.
Moments later she returned with something wrapped in a towel and a small bucket of cold water fresh from the well. Splashing Beyaja’s face with the water she grabbed her hair and shook her. Beyaja awoke with a start, panicking when she realized she was restrained. “What do you think you are doing?” she demanded to know.
“Seeing to your punishment per the Mistress’s orders” Nayare replied. Beyaja knew then that the young woman had somehow found out about the tryst with the guards and set her up. She would see the girl suffer for this. Her lovely skin was adorned with welts from the whipping the commander had administered at the Mistress’s bequest, after he and his squad had all filler her with their raging cocks; taking turns having their way with her. The guards that had put her in this situation were already being punished for their wickedness, having been whipped, and one by one pegged with Relaera’s monstrous fake penis to the wild laughter or their peers who had captured them. Well, most of them. The boy Jerrod had attempted to fight his way free, and the soldiers had cut him to ribbons right in front of her.
Benect straddled her legs, his cock bouncing on her taught buttocks. Nayare, seeming very pleased with herself, roughly grasped her buttocks, pulling them open wide and exposing her tiny pucker. “Shove that big cock of yours right up her ass! Make her scream!” she told him. Beyaja nearly laughed, but quickly squelched the response, realizing that if they realized that Benect’s cock while nice was not even half the size of the biggest she had taken in her tight backside Nayare would surely find something worse.
As the boy thrust forward into her ass hard, she groaned as though it hurt. He began bucking his hips, driving his cock into her rear passage deeper and deeper. She did her best to act as though it hurt desperately, but she was getting turned on being tied up and fucked in her ass, something she had enjoyed more times than she could count. Before long her feigned groans of pain turned into real moans of pleasure, and she couldn’t resist the urge to taunt them a bit.
“Harder boy, harder, fuck that ass!” she called out.
Benect was amazed; she was really enjoying the cock in her tight little ass. Nayare stared in wonder, could it really be that good? Beyaja was driving her ass up to meet his powerful thrusts and begging him to fuck her harder!
In minutes, Beyaja was coming, and Nayare was no longer thinking of punishing her as she watched the man she had bonded with pound his wonderful cock in and out of the slutty slave’s sexy ass.
The sight of it had turned her on, and a pang of jealousy crept in. Unwrapping the towel from around the peg she had brought with her, she strapped it to her aching groin. Benect saw this and realized that Nayare intended to give the woman everything she had got.
“Let me take a crack at her ass with this” she said, massaging the wooden phallus with her hand. It was a lot bigger than he, and given that she had just came with his dick in her bum, he knew that his punishment was not sufficient to satisfy Nayare’s need for revenge. He truly wanted to get off in the woman’s tight anal opening, but Nayare was insistent; the look in her eyes telling him that her patience was wearing thin. Flushed from her lust and the burning desire for revenge, Nayare took his place behind her and shoved the wooden cock into her ass like she was spearing a boar, Beyaja’s scream of pain was not faked this time, but it soon faded as the younger slave began to fuck the wooden tool in and out of her burning ass.
Benect couldn’t help himself as he watched Beyaja explode in orgasm a few moments later. He was stroking his cock slowly with one hand as he reached over and gently stroked Nayare’s buttock’s with his other. This was not going according to plan Nayare thought. Beyaja was not supposed to enjoy this, but clearly she did. Nayare began to watch the large wooden phallus as she pumped it in and out of Beyaja’s shapely backside.
Benect was beside himself, he needed relief and he needed it now. Stroking himself simply wasn’t doing it for him. Watching Nayare’s firm ass riding Beyaja’s tight bottom made him crave to put his cock in her ass again, and without thinking he slid his hand between her sexy buttocks and slipped it into the ring of her sphincter.
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