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| I wrote something really fucked up. |
For example, Severus, the hero, and his friends have just been captured by Celtic Amazons. Imagine his surprise to discover his hot ex wife is one of the slaves!
Severus rolled back onto his knees and started to stand. The chain rattled and tugged at his balls. Somehow it was less embarrassing to kneel. “Look, Vesta,” he said. “When I heard the Ninth were marching north, I pulled strings to get transferred to it. I came her to get you.”
“How very brave,” said Vesta. “After five years. But you should have come and got me when I left you, not let your friends persuade you to divorce me. If you hadn’t divorced me, then I wouldn’t have had to marry Sejanus, and he wouldn’t have taken me beyond the Wall, and barbarians wouldn’t have enslaved me.” She touched the iron slave collar that wound around her delicate throat.
Severus chewed his lip. The collar was all the more shocking because, despite the short off-white tunic, Vesta didn’t otherwise look like a slave. She was too well groomed, too confident in her posture, and her long blond hair was piled up on her head, not cut short as was the custom for slaves among both Romans and Celts. “I never gave up on you,” he said. “I haven’t changed my will either.”
“She talks way too much,” said Vindex. “Women like that aren’t worth fighting over.” He caught Severus’s look. “Just saying.”
Vesta laughed. “Neither of you can have me now.” She raised the hem of her short tunic revealing white-blond pubic hair and…
“Steady on,” began Severus, even as his penis twitched into life in anticipation of once again seeing her hungrily bulging inner lips that he still pictured when he masturbated, or paid for a blow job in the baths.
“By Jupiter!” exclaimed Horatius. “That’s harsh.”
A band of silver chainmail covered Vesta’s slit from top to bottom like a malign cobweb. It was actually anchored in her outer lips, with little hoops like earrings piercing the soft flesh. There was no reddening of the surrounding skin, and the blond curls grew through the edges of the band like weeds through an abandoned fisherman’s net.
Severus had a vision of Vesta when they were newly wed: fingering herself so her inner lips writhed, parting her legs to let in his penis, and the sounds she made when she came, the way a flush would spread from her cheeks to her throat and all the way to her honey-white breasts.
“He! He!” cackled the old man [He's also a prisoner - been here a long time]. “All the slave girls are like that.”
“That’s been there a long time,” blurted Severus.
“Five years,” she said.
“No wonder she’s cranky,” said Horatius.
Vesta smiled tightly. “You have no idea.”
A chain rattled. The old man had an erection and was starting to masturbate. “No orgasms for the little Roman hussies,” he gasped.Maybe it was the effect of 11 months in permanent chastity, or maybe my imagination has been liberated by leaving behind Amazon and its consent theatre... whatever it was, I just wrote a story of real slavery, with piercings and castrations (off screen!), and other men's erections, even a bit of cuckoldry.
Unlike my other fantasy Femdom worlds, this is not a place I'd remotely want to go, though it was a hell of a turn on to write it.
It'll take some unpacking. In the mean time, go download the sample so you know what I'm talking about.
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