Whore of Rome

Mirthratus followed me, slowly. He said, "You have a new name, too. Antonius is no longer. You are now Antonia. My new maid. My new whore!"

I felt a tug at my collar once more. The force pushed me towards my abductor, as he brought his face right next to his. He said, in his clear, bass filled tone, that it was time.

"Time for what?" I asked him, trembling.

"Time for me to get my money's worth!"

And with that, he pushed me face down upon the bed. I tried getting up, but his weight was too much. One of his bear like hands pinned my neck to the mattress, whilst his other hand cuffed both of my arms together behind my back. He then pushed me so my legs dangled from the bed, my bottom half fully exposed. I shouted out to him to stop, to get off from me. But all my screams were of no use. They just made him laugh.

"Let's see what we have here," he told me, panting now.

I felt a finger inserted in my anus. Warm, but tough. He began circling then pushing it in and out. He chuckled and then whispered in my ear, "Nice and tight. Just the way I like it."

By now I had accepted my fate. I was to be raped in my virgin ass.

If I thought the finger was intrusive, I had not bargained for his penis. God, it almost ripped me open. It felt as if a stiff rod was shoved inside of me. It inched in, bit by bit, and I didn't know when it would stop. Tearing me open inside, finally taking away my masculinity. This was his exercise in making me understand my new nature and new life. And then, when I thought I could scream no more, I felt the curly hairs of his pubes. There I was, impaled and ready to be fucked.

Slowly he pulled himself out, then put it back in, picking up his pace. In and out, sucking the air out of me. He found a rhythm and I joined him in it, each time it was coming out I prayed it was the last. I started to plead with him, to beg him to stop. My whimpers had no effect but to increase his speed and force.