Chapter Six
Victoria blinked again and found herself in her own bed in the upstairs bedroom of the lake house. There were no thick rafters or rough thatch above her, only the stippled coating of a modern ceiling. There was no handsome blacksmith driving a hard cock between her legs. She squirmed a little and felt a wet spot under her bottom. She touched herself and felt something more slick than her own juices. She rubbed her fingers together. Butter. She shook her head. It can’t be. She glanced at the window then at the glowing digital clock beside her bed. After midnight. She swung her legs over and went to the bathroom cabinet and opened it. She took down the prescription bottle of a sedative the doctor had given her after the rape. She swallowed one without water and leaned against the sink.
She had the strange thought that being crazy was better than being sane. She looked at herself in the mirror. Certainly these sexual excursions were entertaining. Her hair was mussed and her make-up smeared. More entertaining than real life. She took the two steps to the shower and turned on the water. As she washed herself she tried to imagine washing away everything: the demon touch, the horror of the morning in the elevator, and the embarrassment of the mall parking lot. And yet there were so many reasons to believe this was all as real as paying bills, buying groceries and watching television talent shows while eating a microwaved burrito.
She toweled her hair and rubbed her face. But her demon had still not explained what it was that he wanted. He had said he needed a favor and then never asked for one. She stopped drying her leg. What could he possibly want from her that he had not already taken by force? She hung the towel over the curtain rod and stepped back into her bedroom. She was able to fumble in her dresser drawer for a nightgown without looking at it. She slipped it over her head. He appeared whenever he pleased, then pleasured himself and left. She had learned to enjoy most of his visits, but did not feel that she owed him a favor. If anything, he owed her one.
But what could a human woman offer a demon? She felt the warm cuddly sensation that told her the sedative had entered her system. She crawled between the sheets again, careful to avoid the wet spot. She closed her eyes and asked nicely for a good night’s sleep with no interruptions.
Her interruption came the next afternoon in the form of a visit from her sister and two nephews.
“Vicki. Tell me. How does it feel to be rich?” Sharon wiped the snotty nose of her two-year-old.
Victoria sipped her green tea. She felt better today than she had in a long time. It wasn’t just the sedative. Something had happened since the last encounter with the red demon. She shook her head to answer her sister.
“I’m not that rich. Come on.” She had signed a document promising not to reveal the size of the settlement. People imagined it was millions. It wasn’t.
Sharon set the little boy down and watched as he ran off to torment his older brother. The two little boys smashed toy fire trucks together and laughed at the carnage. “I know it is a lot to ask, but maybe we could move in with you.” Sharon glanced up at her.
Victoria had expected something was up. “Did Mom put you up to this?”
“Sort of.” Sharon lifted her own cup of tea.
Victoria sighed. “Does she think I have gone crazy?”
“Sort of.” Sharon laughed. “She watched you at the depositions and says you are ‘not right’.”
Victoria experienced the unusual feeling of agreeing with her mother. “What makes her think that living with you and two energetic preschoolers will make me ‘right’?”
Sharon shrugged. “I can’t pay my bills. Bob isn’t sending child support regularly. I already work two jobs and day-care eats up most of what I earn. I guess she just saw you alone with tons of money and me like this and put two and two together.”
Victoria was used to the way her mother thought. Everything was a puzzle that needed to be put together, regardless of what anyone else wanted. She sighed. “Of course I will help you out, Sharon, but I am not sure I am ready to live with these kids.” The boys had abandoned the car crashes and were now chasing each other, the fire trucks had become clubs.
“Me either,” Sharon sighed. “I always wanted kids.” She grinned at Victoria. “Before I had them.”
Victoria knew she was teasing. Sharon loved her little boys. But she nodded, remembering how she had wanted things. “When I was a teenager,” Victoria said, “I wanted a car. Then when I was eighteen, I wanted out of the house and away from Mom and Frank.” Victoria stretched out one leg and looked at the fuzzy slipper on her foot. “Then when I was in college I wanted to graduate. After that I wanted a job. When I got the job I wanted my own office. After that I wanted a raise.” She looked at Sharon. “We always seem to want something we don’t have, and once we get it we want something else. It never ends.”
“What do you want now, Vickie?” Sharon asked.
Victoria sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe not knowing what I should be wanting next is causing me so much trouble.”
Sharon asked, “Can we move into the downstairs bedroom?”
Victoria nodded absently. Maybe the presence of two boys under the age of five would keep the demon away. She glanced up at them, wrestling against the sofa like two puppies. Or maybe not. She frowned. If not, she would have to leave. The demon would follow her. She would not have him tormenting children with nightmares. She looked up at the ceiling. “You owe me a favor, then,” she said. She could not say no to her sister and her mother. Or the demon. Maybe that was her problem.
“Yes. A big favor.” Sharon answered.
Victoria let her sister think she had spoken to her.
That night she had coffee late and sat alone in her bedroom listening to soft music. She waited for him. He must know that her sister would be moving in next weekend. He must have an opinion.
He did. He appeared in a flash of light in the corner. This time he looked like a Roman soldier. She blinked her surprise, then laughed a little. “Is this how we will be playing this game? Will this be a romp through history?”
“Not a game, Victoria.” He was in a different body. His eyes and hair were dark. He was short and stocky with powerful arms and an impressive chest. It was a different body from the Norseman or the blacksmith, but she recognized the yellow eyes and the strange scar around his throat. The leather skirt thing that Roman soldiers wore covered the top of his corded thighs. Leather sandals were wound around his calves with thick straps up to his knees. She liked this body, but did not like the tone of his voice.
“You know about my sister?” She challenged him.
“Yes. She will not stay long if I appear in her bedroom one night as the red one with the horns. You should have just sent her money. I made sure you had plenty.”
“My family thinks something is wrong with me.” She countered. “They don’t want me to be alone.”
“And yet you are not, are you Victoria?” He moved closer and Victoria found herself scooting away from him toward the headboard.
“You might not want someone else to see you,” she challenged.
“No one sees me unless I want them to.” His yellow eyes were hard. He was angry. “You are making this more difficult than it has to be by involving your sister.”
She tilted her head, ‘What do you mean by ‘this’?” She realized she was having an actual conversation with the demon. “The sex?”
He stopped halfway across her room. His face was disappointed for a moment, then he appeared resigned. “Nothing Victoria? Nothing yet?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Amazing and exciting sex…what more?” She looked hard at him. He had never demanded anything more than her body and the release of her will. Always she had been his passive plaything. Her fear of him had kept her pliable and contrite. But now she felt some of that fear fade away. The more he looked like a man, the less he frightened her. But those eyes. The yellow eyes were there to remind her in case she became too complaisant. She would have to learn to say no.
“What about this?” He strode forward and extended his hand and she took it without thinking about saying “no”.
She stood beside him in a large room. Marble columns were spaced regularly throughout the large space. The walls were plaster and the floors polished stone, though you could hardly see the floor. Scattered from wall to wall were cushions and thick woven mats and blankets. On these cushions lay men and women on all ages, shapes and sizes. A second look revealed that only the men were all ages and shapes and sizes. Most of the women were young and beautiful. There were a few older ones, but they did not look like servants. She quickly looked down at herself. She was smaller than usual and thinner. Many colorful silk veils covered her legs. Tiny bells were sewn into the hems of the veils and tinkled pleasantly when she moved. Her breasts were bare, though she wore a gorgeous heavy necklace that was more like a breastplate. She fingered the blue and red beads that made up the pattern that extended from shoulder to shoulder.
“Wow. Nice.” The veils were attached to a soft belt tied around her hips. She reached down to touch it and realized that the belt and the veils were more like decoration than clothing. She was naked, but for the belted veils and the collar. He was also nearly naked. The Roman leather skirt barely covered him. He had nothing beneath it. She felt his hand on the small of her back as he gently nudged her.
“Look around,” he murmured.
She did. The huge room was obviously a setting for an elaborate party. She watched as scantily clad servants, both male and female, served drinks and fruit from trays. Musicians played soft music from flutes and lyres near the wall. The reclining figures on the floor were engaged in various acts of pleasure. Some were actively pumping away in sweaty exertion, but most were fondling each other and drinking from silver cups.
“Is this a Roman orgy? Cool.”
The demon shook his head. “Yes. And no. It is just a party. The orgy is planned for later.”
Victoria turned her head to watch the couple pounding their hips behind her. “They look like they think it has started already.”
He laughed shortly. “At every party there are a*sholes.”
She turned to him sharply. He quickly composed his face to look serious again; the yellow eyes lost their humor.
“Here,” he said, “look.” He pointed to two big doors across the loom that opened slowly. The musicians stopped playing and most of the conversation stilled. A Roman soldier came through the doors, followed by several others, then one in a breastplate who walked like he was important. This man carried a flail with short leather thongs that hung from one end. “Be silent and watch the general,” the demon warned.
The general addressed the room. “Friends! I welcome you to my house on this wonderful evening. I trust you have all been properly served and are comfortable. The women have been here from the start, but now it is time to bring in the men. “ Here,” he moved his arm to indicate one of the other soldiers, “are the finest of his men, and also some of the recent captives from the galleys.”
With that, the musicians began to play again as the soldiers moved aside to allow the men to enter the room. Victoria understood why her demon had warned her to be silent. The men who entered the room were chained together wrist to wrist. They were all tall and heavily muscled. Some were black, their heads shaved and polished. Others were various shades of bronze and a few were as white as the plaster walls. Each was completely naked except for his chains. None looked particularly happy to have been invited to this party. Victoria glanced up at her demon, hoping he might give her an explanation.
He shook his head slightly and kept his eyes on the man in the breastplate. She turned back to the parade of flesh. The other party guests were also interested. They sat up straighter and the buzz of conversation dulled to a murmur.
The soldiers attached the long chain to two thick rings set in the wall. The men lined up with their backs to the plaster wall and stared out over the heads of the guests. The general marched up and down the row, tapping the chests and rippled abdomens with the flail in his hand. “Excellent. Some of these men are the victorious gladiators from this week’s event. Others are fresh from the oars. This one,” he tapped the broad chest of a big man with red hair and white skin dotted with orange freckles, “Is a captive Gaul. Hard to miss this one. I had him brought in. Look at this.” He used the flail to lift the man’s long red hair. It was the color of burnished copper and had been washed and combed carefully to bring out the bright highlights. “Julia has asked for this one, so he is the only one off-limits.” He turned and smiled broadly to his guests. “When these are spent, there are more in the next room.” He raised the flail and the musicians played louder. This must have been a signal as many of the guests got up from their cushions and moved toward the chained men. Not just the women.
Victoria looked to the demon for an explanation.
He pushed her to follow the others. As she moved she felt hands grasping at her ankles. She stumbled and hopped on one foot. One of her ankles was in the hand of a man on a cushion. A man obviously not interested in the galley slaves or gladiators. She wiggled her leg, trying to release her foot, then her demon was there and with a kick and a fierce growl he made her captor release her ankle, cursing.
“Damn,” she exhaled, “So that is how it is.”
“Yes,” the demon soldier answered with a glare at the man on the floor. “You are not a fine lady, Victoria. Your collar marks you as a slave girl, so any man who catches you can have you. Stay by me.”
“I will.” She meant it.
The captive men were being closely examined by the guests. Both men and middle aged women looked them up and down. The guests poked their bodies and stroked their muscles. Some of the women fondled their cocks and ticked their balls and commented on how quickly or slowly the cocks filled and became firm. The ginger one was guarded by a soldier, but the others were pawed over and examined carefully. One of the older women raised her arm high and when she caught the attention of a soldier, pointed to a tall man with an impressive cock, half raised from her touch. This man wore a metal cuff around his neck attached to a second chain that ended in the hands of his keeper, another soldier.
The soldier tugged him away from the others. “Where is she taking him?” she whispered to the demon.
“Not far,” he answered. “See? She has girls to help her.”
Victoria moved to see better. Yes. The matron might not have enough of her faded charms left to make her man stand. She had three pretty little slave girls following her. One carried a small tray with some crockery on it, one carried something in her hand, and the other carried nothing. The matron stood her man up against a column. The soldier stood by to enforce his good behavior. One of the girls knelt between the man’s muscled legs and tilted her head back. She opened her mouth and took one of his balls into her mouth. Victoria watched as she rolled it around her cheek, first one then the other. The man’s cock stiffened further to the murmured appreciation of the matron.
Another girl stepped forward with something in her hand. Victoria peeked out from behind the demon to see it better. It looked like a dildo carved from ivory. It was slightly curved and the tip had been carved into the rounded shape of a man’s penis, though somewhat smaller. The girl moved behind the bound man and stroked the muscled of his buttocks. Victoria could see that he clenched them tightly against the prodding tip of the dildo. The matron clucked and shook her head sadly. She reached out and ran her hands over the man’s chest, looking up into his face. She said something to him that Victoria could not hear. His buttocks relaxed. The slave girl rubbed the tip of the dildo with oil from one of her cohort’s crocks, then slid it very slowly between the cheeks of his ass. His thighs trembled and he arched his back against the column behind him. The girl sucking his balls paused as the tip slowly disappeared inside him. His cock responded to the internal pressure by growing harder and rising higher. The matron smiled, still stroking him. Her ringed fingers touched him lightly on each nipple, then fluttered down over his pects and lower over the ridges and furrows of his abdomen.
The girl between his legs began to softly lick his balls again and the girl behind him moved her hand between the cheek of his buttocks. The man closed his eyes and groaned. Victoria wondered how long it would take him to sink to his knees. He was shaking already.
The matron took her hands away for a moment and looked at him with admiration in her eyes. So far no one had touched his cock. It stood thick and straight. Clear lubricant dripped from its tip and it jerked ever so slightly up with every gentle movement of the dildo inside him.
Victoria felt herself respond to the sight, but realized this cock was for the older lady, not for her. She glanced at the demon beside her. He was watching too.
Soon the man groaned again, and began to thrust his hips into empty air with small sharp movements. He could not help it. His body was no longer under his control. When the matron saw this she smiled. She moved her hands from his chest and touched the very tip of his cock with one finger, smoothing the clear bead of lubricant around the slit in the end.
The captive man’s eyes flew open and he groaned loudly, clenching his teeth. His hips came out farther as he arched his back, his cock reaching for that finger and begging it to touch it again. The matron smiled coyly at him and moved her hand away. She signaled for the girl between his legs to stop sucking his balls.
Now only the dido worked on him, every tiny thrust between the cheeks increased the delicious agony of his need. He tried to put his hands on his cock, but the soldier guarding him jerked the chains that bound his wrists. He tried again, but his thick fingers only brushed the shaft with a feather touch before being pulled away. He groaned and cursed, thrusting his hips, desperate to sink his cock into anything.
Victoria could see the logic in this game. Alone, the older lady might not have received much more than a lackluster performance from the galley slaves and gladiators. Her wrinkles and sagging breasts would not have caused a man to stand with any enthusiasm, but the pretty slave girls and their concentrated effort on his body had brought him almost to a rage. When released, if the matron was the only cleft available, she would be taken for an energetic ride.
This was exactly the case. The matron dismissed the girl between his legs and the one holding the tray of unguents. Only the one on the dildo remained, and she was behind the man, out of sight. The matron lowered herself to the floor and lay back on the cushions. She opened her legs and revealed her slit, shaved hairless to appear artificially youthful. She tipped her head back. From Victoria’s view, there was nothing but her nether region and the fine silks that covered her legs. Behind the man, the girl on the dildo increased the rhythm of her thrusts until the man’s breathing was loud and ragged in their ears. An unseen signal to the guard caused him to release the chains. The man fell to his knees and leaped to sink his rock hard cock into the matron’s cleft. The dildo was left behind in the hands of the girl who watched, disinterested.
The matron gave a pretty scream as the man entered her. She raised her hips to meet him with every thrust and her cries were as rhythmic as his pounding buttocks. The man growled and hissed as every thrust brought him closer to his previously denied pleasure. Victoria moved closer to her demon. The arm he had around her hips tightened on her. The galley slave began to pant and blow hard through his nose. The matron screamed dramatically that she had reached her climax. The sound echoed many similar ones around the room. Victoria looked around to see that only the pale copper-haired man was still chained to the wall. The others were sweating and pounding away at other ladies on the cushions. Two or three of the chained men were bent over couches, their teeth clenched as a senator in a toga or a soldier in leather pounded them from behind. She watched as a fresh line of men were brought in, and then a cluster of slave girls, collared and dressed as she was, ready for the next round.
The captive man in front of her arched his back with a final thrust and his deep groan could be heard echoing from the marble pillars. Victoria’s knees felt weak. He cried out again with a final shuddering thrust. The guard pulled him back and Victoria watched his still hard cock emerge from the matron’s body, dripping with seeping cum. He had not finished. He groaned with real frustration as his body pumped another spurt again and again. He grasped his rod with his free hand and jerked quickly, finishing with a dramatic soaring spurt that landed some feet away. He knelt, head bowed, gasping for air. Victoria imagined that this had probably been his most memorable sex ever.
The matron was helped to her feet and Victoria stood amazed as she watched the older lady saunter off to admire another chained galley slave, her three handmaidens ready with the unguents, the dildo and wetted lips.
She turned back to her demon, hoping for an explanation, but he was watching another couple gyrate to her left. Victoria realized that all of the room was now engaged in one form of copulation or another. She felt as though she were in the center of a porn production on a massive scale. Another man clutched at her ankle. She looked down at a smiling old geezer in a stained toga. His wine cup sloshed over a wilted and puny penis that flopped against a jiggling belly. She shook her head. Her demon noticed the hand on her leg and he nudged the old man with his sandaled foot until he let her go. She felt his grip on her elbow and he steered her away from the center of the room and toward an empty corner.
“Are you going to f*ck me here?” she asked him casually as she scanned the room for a free place for him to lay her down. The sight of the galley slave’s massive cock had got her warmed and ready. She assumed that was his purpose of having her witness the matron’s pleasure.
There were very few empty places on the floor. To her left a man and his friend were exploring either end of a woman on her hands and knees. To her right one of the gladiators was being fellated by two elaborately dressed women, one on his balls and one with his dick in her mouth. He could barely stand. He was bracing himself against the wall with both hands and his eyes were screwed tightly shut and his mouth gaped and the women sucked hard at him. Victoria grinned. Those two fine ladies will bring him down when nothing in the circus maximus could.
Her demon looked at her with his yellow eyes. “I might,” he answered.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked him. He could f*ck her anywhere, and it seemed like he had.
His face looked disappointed. He did not answer, but took her elbow again and turned her to look at the galley slave who had serviced the matron. He pointed at the man, on his knees with his big hands on his thighs. His keeper jerked the chain a little keeping time with the musicians while his captive caught his breath.
“Does he not look familiar?”
Victoria blinked obediently. If she was going to recognize him she would have already. “Nope.”
The demon sighed. He nodded toward the red haired man in chains against the wall. Let us follow them. He is being taken to Julia.”
Victoria was surprised that she felt disappointed. She realized she had been hoping the demon would lay her down on one of the cushions. Instead she obediently followed him as he trailed the soldier who led the ginger man to another chamber. Guards at the chamber tried to stop them, but the demon stared hard at them and they were passed through silently.
Victoria looked over her shoulder at them as they moved through the doorway. Both soldiers appeared confused. When they were far enough away both men rubbed their eyes.
“Some people can see you, can’t they,” she challenged him.
“We are here, now,” he answered as if that explained it all.
Victoria turned to inspect this room. It was not so large, but had sumptuous cushions on the floor as the other room did. There was a raised dais which contained a low divan, also cushioned. Slave girls and a few male servants dotted the room against the walls. The demon stopped her as they reached the center of the room. The soldier and his captive redhead continued walking and mounted the dais. The soldier set the man on the cushions there and turned his head expectantly toward a smaller doorway across the room.
Julia entered on General Cestius’ arm. She was dressed in flimsy purple silk with elaborate gold embroidery around the edges. Her feet were bare and her hair unbound. Cestius nodded at the demon and turned to nod at five other men who stood lounging against the walls.
“Friends,” he announced, “my daughter, Julia, has told me that she greatly admires this man’s color, and would prefer to bear a red-headed child this year in honor of our victory over the Gauls this past summer. We have chosen the captured chief of the defeated tribe to do the honors.”
Victoria frowned at the polite applause that followed this short speech. In the following pause as Julia removed every stitch of her clothing, she leaned toward her demon and asked, “Doesn’t Julia’s husband object?”
“He is dead,” he answered shortly. He tuned angry eyes on her and asked, “Do you recognize her?”
Victoria stepped back. “Why should I? I live in the twenty-first century.” She glanced up at the dais. Julia was laid out naked on the couch like a sacrificial victim. The captive man’s hands were chained behind his back. “Unless this is a movie and you are asking me to recognize the actress.” That was an interesting idea and Victoria leaned forward, trying to make out if this was indeed the case.
“No. This is no movie. This is real life.” The demon said with a note of disgust in his voice.
She stared at him, but he would not meet her eyes. Instead he stared at Julia and the big Gaul. She followed his gaze and watched. The Gaul obviously did not want to participate. There was some twittering from the slave girls. The men positioned Julia to bring her cleft up to the edge of the couch that was just the right height to engage the standing man. He was prodded with the handle of his keeper’s flail.
Still, the Gaul’s cock dangled uselessly, pointed at the floor. Another prod. Nothing. Julia was young and pretty enough to make any man stand. Victoria was getting impatient.
Cestius turned and pointed at her. “You! Come here!” The demon pushed her to obey and Victoria found herself walking toward Cestius. She kept her eyes on the floor when she reached him.
“I want to see that man’s cock hard and ready. Do it,” he ordered her.
She lifted her head sharply. “What?” she asked.
“Get him ready! Now!”
“Do it, Victoria,” the demon commanded.
She blinked and shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. Obviously the adventure with the matron and her galley slave was like an instructional video. She took a deep breath and turned to do her duty. This was a new one for the demon. Always when he had given her orders he had been the recipient of her favors. There had never been a threesome. Or a foursome. Or any ‘some’. She glanced at him, afraid to disobey. She wondered if he could leave her trapped in this time, unable to get back to her lake house and her life. She tried to imagine a life without television and the internet and cell phones. The lack of hot showers and soap is what made her decide to play this game willingly.
She moved closer to the ginger and gave Julia a casual glance. The young woman looked bored, lying on her back with her knees up. It occurred to Victoria that it might be Cestius who was interested in a red-haired baby. “Red hair is recessive”, she murmured, “This is unlikely to produce a redhead,” she shrugged. In biology class she remembered diagrams showing at least four tries to get a redhead unless both parents had the recessive gene. She looked at Julia’s olive skin and dark hair. “Nope,” she repeated. “Unlikely.”
Julia frowned up at her. “What?”
Victoria patted her arm. “I will do my best,” she said. She turned her attention to Big Red. He was impressive. He must be over six four and weigh two fifty. Victoria thought he would make a superb line-backer. His muscles were thick and hard under the freckles and honestly earned. These were not the vanity muscles of too many hours in a gym. These muscles were built from rowing and riding and swinging…she squinted up at him…they said he was a Gaul. He had been probably swinging a battle-ax. Now his dick was swinging between his legs. She looked down at it. It promised to be as impressive as he was, but now it was an empty sack. The fine hair above the root of his cock was a bright red-gold like the hair on his chest and arms. His scrotum was pulled tight against his body. Nerves, she thought.
“Get on with it, girl!” Cestius seated himself on a cushion, and this was the signal for all the guests to do the same. Her demon sat down as well. His expressionless eyes gave her no hint as to what he expected from her. His displeasure was obvious, though, in the way he sat straight and did not look around the room. His yellow eyes were on her like burning brands.
“Guten tag,” she said softly. The Gaul raised his eyebrows. “Gib es zu mir,” she remembered from high school German class. She reached out for the flaccid member and cradled it gently in her hands. Red clenched the muscles of his abdomen and buttocks but did not otherwise move. She stroked gently, feeling the dick become moderately turgid in her hands. He made a low growl in his throat that meant the same thing in every language. She looked up at him and smiled. His blue eyes blinked at her. Behind him the soldier yanked his chain to discourage any more growling.
The dick in her hand did not get hard enough to penetrate Julia. Victoria sighed and moved closer. She knelt at his feet and with a glance at his eyes to let him know she wouldn’t hurt him, she inserted the tip in her mouth. Her lips pressed on the soft tip and she darted her tongue over the seam that cleft the underside. At first the only response she got was a gasp from Red and the sound of his breath moving in and out of that broad chest much faster than before.
His cock filled quickly as she knew it would. Victoria had played this game since high school. With high school boys, though, you ran the risk of having the dick go off in your mouth before you were ready. She tried not to smile, remembering getting shots of cum up her nose followed by the boy’s embarrassed apology. This time she put one hand around the hardening shaft near the base so she could aim the tip where she wanted. Red stood straighter and leaned back. Victoria heard the warning jingle of the chain. Shackled as he was, Red was no danger to her. His fingers opened and closed behind him as she slowly drew her wet tongue from the base to the tip on the underside, where she knew it was the most sensitive.
She repeated this move until he was no longer breathing regularly and his cock was tightly full. She moved to sink as much of his cock as she could over her tongue and into her mouth. Red was too big to go much farther. Victoria never liked the idea of a cock so far back it might make her gag. Red’s hips jerked reflexively and she tightened her hold on the shaft to keep him from thrusting into her throat. She withdrew and touched the tip with her tongue, then drew it in as far as she dared. She did this twice more, waiting to hear the sound above her that signaled Red was eager.
There. He was almost choking on his breath and the quick panting gasps began to match the little thrusts of his hips. His cock hardened even more. She could feel the pulse of his heart along its length. He wanted that cock to go in something warm and wet. She teased him by withdrawing and cupping his balls instead. He groaned loudly and so did his handler, who had been watching her carefully the whole time. She saw that he was as erect as his prisoner. She turned her head and saw that the men in the room had their hands on their own cocks. But not her demon. He only sat erect. His lap was empty.
She looked sideways at Julia. Her feet were wiggling impatiently. Victoria’s wet mouth had lubricated the big Gaul enough to get him in. She nodded to the soldier who loosened the chain just enough for Red to move forward. Victoria kept her hand on the shaft as it neared Julia’s slit. She tugged enough to encourage Red to continue. He leaned in and she touched the tip to Julia’s body. As the rigid tool felt the welcoming lips of Julia’s cleft the powerful muscles that used to swing swords and axes now swung hips into the waiting woman. Julia screeched loudly as the Gaul’s huge member penetrated her along its entire length. Victoria leaned out of the way of her kicking legs. Red was still upright, arms bound behind him. Only his hips could push his dick in and out. Julia screamed like she was being skewered, and Victoria figured she was, in a way. But no chains tied Julia to her bench. She could have just rolled away if she wanted to. Victoria puzzled over the screams which became louder as Red pumped harder. Then she realized the screeching was for Cestius’ sake. The older man was working the shaft of his cock with a frenzy, his eyes rolled in pleasure with every gasp of Julia’s cries.
“Ew,” Victoria grimaced. Sex theatre. That’s what this is. In an age with no television or film one must entertain themselves. This was definitely interactive entertainment. Victoria wondered about a man who would display his daughter this way, though. She looked at Cestius. Some Romans must have been completely jaded. She stood on the dais, patiently waiting for the drama to conclude. She heard the relief and heavy sighs as eventually each man who was watching came into his hands with thick gobs of cum.
She leaned back and sat on the couch and waited for Red to finish. He was more entertaining to watch. His teeth were clenched in a fierce grimace. The blue eyes told her that he resented the way his body had betrayed him. He moved faster and faster, the chain clinked behind him with every plunge into Julia. Victoria watched him, fascinated. He bored his eyes into hers as he worked his hips. The muscles on his neck stood out in corded lines as he finally froze in place, deep inside Julia. The Roman woman knew this was her cue for her best bloodcurdling scream. As Red’s hips trembled with the effort of pumping his genetic material into the woman, Cestius answered her scream with his own howl.
Victoria turned to look at Cestius, expecting that he must be experiencing the mightiest orgasm of all time. Instead she saw her demon withdrawing a short sword from Cestius’ belly. She leaped to her feet in horror and surprise. Behind her, Julia’s cries became more believable.
“Father!” she screamed and rolled from her couch and ran toward Cestius. Red’s cock was abandoned, dripping limp between his legs. A tiny puddle of the valuable semen formed on the marble floor between his feet. The big red man gasped and his knees trembled. Victoria’s knees didn’t feel so stable either. She staggered to her feet and stumbled toward the demon who now stood over the dead Roman, the bloody sword held away from his body.
“What did you just do?” she cried unnecessarily.
“He raped you,” her demon answered tonelessly.
“No he didn’t!” Victoria gasped. “He was masturbating!” She pointed at the bloody Roman, “And I only sucked the big German! Besides, you brought me here. I thought you wanted me to do that!” Her eyes were wild. This didn’t feel like a sex game anymore.
“He raped you,” her demon insisted. “In the bathhouse.” The demon’s eyes were glowing now. “I couldn’t stop him then, Maggs.” He looked at her and his voice broke. “Because I was in chains.”