How does it feel, Eulalia? Your private parts totally exposed and presented to the crowd, your naked body penetrated over and over again through both holes... Have you ever been handled so roughly?
I'm panting, gasping - it hurts, my vulva was cruelly flicked by the whip several times,
my lips are red and swollen - I sob as the first thug thrusts his cock into me, nearly tumble forwards onto my face,
but hold steady, gritting my teeth.
The crowd are enjoying the show, urging my successive rapists on,
they're all rough, grabbing at me, squeezing my breasts so I squeal while they fuck me,
biting, kicking me contemptuously after they've pumped me full,
spitting at me, calling me a whore.
How does it feel? How can I describe how it feels to be a living wank-toy?
A mere bag of responsive flesh and blood, made ready with a ferocious whipping?
And yet, and yet... yes, I'll admit it, in my dreams, while living with that impotent Marcus,
I was up here, kneeling among the thorns and thistles, gasping ,sweating,
thrilling at the clutch of rough, muscular monsters as they had their will with me...
Yes, my Lords and Masters, you've made this noblewoman's dream come true!
O goddess, this one wants my mouth - okay, kneel up, open wide,
flick out my tongue, lick the foreskin gently, eagerly, inviting him in...