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The Fate of a Goth Girl

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Praefectus Praetorio said:
As the Quaestor returned to his seat and took a proffered goblet of wine, Marcus Lycus stood to take his shot. Quickly doffing his robes, he was inside her cunt in just a moment and pounding hard and fast to encouraging cheers from the crowd. Though Barbara was still drowning in a sea of humiliation and pain, the exhausted girl reacted far less to the violent assault.
Turning to Galerius and Lucius even as he continued to ream Barb’s pussy, Marcus complained, “You two have taken all the ferociam (ferocity, insolence) out of the bitch. She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore."
Calixtus replied with a laugh, "It's hard to see that young german bitch as an old whore. However, Lycus, I've provided a lever for your use," pointing to the rope coming down beside Barb's hips. "Pull on that to wrench her arms, and I promise she'll jump like a wild virgin!"

The slave trader turned back to the rope and gave it a strong tug downward. It felt to the Goth girl as if her arms were torn from her shoulder sockets. She let loose a piercing scream and shook her body wildly. Her motions, as well as her cunt clamping down on her tormentor's prick, gave the slave trader an incredible stimulus. Lycus gave a deep groan and drove harder into her tortured passage. A more tugs and hard, fast thrusts, and the man shot his load and almost collapsed from release.
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Now that sounds like a 'sex-aid' worth having!
But, oh dear ...
"... She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore ..." has to be one of the worst descriptions ever used to describe the poor, suffering Barb ... right?
 
Fossy said:
Now that sounds like a 'sex-aid' worth having!
But, oh dear ...
"... She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore ..." has to be one of the worst descriptions ever used to describe the poor, suffering Barb ... right?
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It is certainly one of the most cruel and unjustified descriptions. We all like to see Barb put through her paces, but are uneasy when she is insulted.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
I've provided a vectem (lever or pole) for your use," pointing to the rope coming down beside Barb's hips. "Pull on that to wrench her arms, and I promise she'll jump like a wild virgin!"
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That’s so diabolical. No fair!!!
 
Fossy said:
Now that sounds like a 'sex-aid' worth having!
But, oh dear ...
"... She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore ..." has to be one of the worst descriptions ever used to describe the poor, suffering Barb ... right?
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See my comment below. By 'worst' I did not mean to imply that the writing was anything less than up to PrPr's usual standard. I was simply commenting within the context of the scene ...
 
Oh nice scene. I really felt that strappado device on barb’s arms, I thought that description was extremely evocative and by far the most erotic part of the rape scene so far. You’ve done it again PrPr but it brings the dilemma on how to top that (I have an idea, I’m sure you’ll rise to your customary gold standard!)

Once again thank you!
 
Fossy said:
"... She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore ..." has to be one of the worst descriptions ever used to describe the poor, suffering Barb ... right?
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twonines said:
It is certainly one of the most cruel and unjustified descriptions. We all like to see Barb put through her paces, but are uneasy when she is insulted.
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Fossy said:
Which is actually what I meant - I did not mean to imply any criticism of the eloquence of the narrative ...
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Re: the comments of M. Lycus - his opinions are completely his own and do not reflect the opinions of this author or this internet site. However, he does speak as a highly-experienced buyer and seller of prime female meat.
 
Kathy said:
What is your favorite cut of female meat?
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It is difficult to pick just one cut when it's coming from a prime source such as @Barbaria1 or @Kathy . I certainly savor a well-done breast or thigh, but never turn up my nose to a shapely leg or flank. A ribeye or loin can be so juicy and tender, and a strip always makes my mouth water! In truth, I love the whole animal.:bdsm-heart:
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
It is difficult to pick just one cut when it's coming from a prime source such as @Barbaria1 or @Kathy . I certainly savor a well-done breast or thigh, but never turn up my nose to a shapely leg or flank. A ribeye or loin can be so juicy and tender, and a strip always makes my mouth water!. In truth, I love the whole animal.:bdsm-heart:
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Thanks for the compliments
 
Lightheaded and dizzy from the marvelously intense pleasure of coming on the Goth's warm, churning cunt, Marcus steadied himself against a side pole for a moment. Turning to the group, he said, "Futui (I have fucked) many slaves in my time in the 'business,' but she has got to be one of the very best."
Trying to appear dignified as he walked on shaky legs back to his seat, Marcus nodded to the Centurion. “Multas gratias (Many thanks), Calixtus. That hebena (rein, leash, or thong) is most effective!”
“And for his admirable aid in supplying that, I think that the Centurio should go next,” said Piso. He turned to Silva and asked, “If that is alright with you, bello praeconem?”
Septimus graciously replied, “I gladly defer place. Be my guest, Centurio. You have earned it.”

Gaius stepped up and delivered a manly, no-nonsense performance, eschewing any extra abuse of the girl. Even with all his legendary self-discipline, the Centurion gave an uncontrolled cry as he came deep in her bowels. When he turned to his seat, the soldiers all applauded.
Septimus went last and took the longest time as he slowly yet brutally reamed Barbara's injured vagina. He used the rope lead like a master, tightening and releasing, taking the girl to the extremity of pain, followed by a brief respite, only to be again dragged into hell. When he had finished, the Goth was hanging like a limp ragdoll from her bonds, whimpering, with sweat running in streams from her body.
 
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