Bull ravaged Messaline and tears ran down her face. Due to the gag (that would be available almost two centuries later from
Nailus Martyrs as the ‘Messaline Ball Gag’) it was assumed that Messaline was in shear agony. Quite to the contrary she was being overwhelmed by waves of orgasms. Bull was true to his word… his savage penetration hurt at first but Messaline came (and came… and came) before he did.
The young French woman lived a relatively pampered life, and while her step-father Admi (a notorious Dutch slave trader) continued to try to marry her off presenting her as virgin, the truth was quite different. Messaline enjoyed sex. She was not straight, lesbian, or bi-sexual. She was sexuality personified.
The bound forced intercourse she experienced with Bull would be considered a rape by many women to Messaline it was a new liberating experience. While meant as punishment she felt only ecstasy though she would not let on. Next she was taken to the stone cellar where the coffee, hops, and barley were ground.
A slave bard named Eulalia was very distraught as she was chained to the wall and Messaline took her place at the grind wheel. Tears streamed down Eulalia’s face as Mistresses Melissa and Jul took turns flogging the blond woman. Melissa noticed and demanded “What is your problem?”
“Nothing, Mistress” Eulalia whimpered.
“A slave does not lie to her mistress” Melissa admonished.
“I am sorry, Mistress. I can only hope you will punish me for my error. I am afraid you are replacing me.”
“We are trying a French roast grind. Tree will be by later to try it with his vile distilled spirits. If he tastes the difference you may no longer be necessary.”
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