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Chapter 6
“Why do you wear collars?” asked Diana as she paused from sucking on Livilla’s nipple. Agrippina was between her sister’s legs, lazily swiping her tongue up and down between the slick, opened petals. “Are you two also slaves?”
Livilla laughed lightly and then pulled the slave girl’s head back to her breast. “No, we aren’t slaves. And your collar doesn’t mean that you are a slave. It tells others that you are exclusive to Caligula.”
“Oh,” nodded Diana and then she sucked the ripe stiff nipple back into her mouth.
She had been owned now for about a month and she had quickly gotten over her disgust of lesbian activities. Now she readily and eagerly joined the two sisters for afternoons of feminine lovemaking.
After the night on the orgy barge, they had travelled to the coast. There, they boarded a ship which had slowly taken them down the coast, stopping many times to visit various towns and cities along the way. Now they were in the palace on the Isle of Capri.
Diana had always dreamed of visiting Capri. She had heard that it was beautiful and the reality of what she found lived up to her dreams. The water was gorgeous and the landscape was idyllic.
And she was even adjusting to being owned. That was definitely not something that she had dreamed of as she was growing up. But the reality of it was comfortable. She was completely spoiled and pampered, which she did not mind at all. She could get used to being treated this way.
She still was not comfortable with all of the sex. Actually, the sex itself she was comfortable with. She was constantly having sex with both men and women and she was constantly having earth-shattering orgasms that she never imagined were possible.
But the idea of being a sex slave still did not sit right with her. She was a Saxbury girl, after all. She had been educated to be strong and successful; not to be a pliant bundle of sexual energy. That’s exactly what she was turning into, though. She was turning into a lusty, uninhibited nymphomaniac, it seemed.
“But I’m not exclusive to him,” she said as she paused again from her suckling duties. Agrippina was the one who responded this time, causing Livilla to groan with frustration as her sister’s talented tongue was removed from her pussy.
“Of course you are,” said Agrippina. “You don’t think that you are available to all, do you?”
“Ummmm…. yes I do,” said Diana. “At least it sure feels that way.”
Caligula had surprised her. Despite his reputation, she saw none of the cruelty that she had read about. He was a bit cold in his demeanor, but she had not seen any of the violence or terror that he was known for. Maybe he’s just another man who is misunderstood by history, she thought.
He did like his sex, though, so that part of his reputation had been true. Orgies had been hosted each time that they pulled into a port during their journey to Capri. And now that they were on Capri, orgies were almost a nightly occurrence. Plus, he frequently summoned her during the day to perform sexually.
But she did not feel exclusive to him. He frequently loaned her to others or asked someone to join him as he plundered her body with his cock. She quickly lost track of how many men had used her sexually. And easily as many women had sampled her charms. Life was now an almost nonstop sexual romp.
“I have sex with others as much as I have with him,” she went on.
Livilla laughed and pulled Diana’s head back to her chest, this time guiding the slave’s lips to her other nipple. Diana readily sucked the puffy nubbin into her mouth and started pulsing it between her lips, letting her tongue flicker over it.
“You only have sex with ones he gives you to,” Livilla told her. “Trust me. With that around your neck, nobody would dare help himself to you without his permission. And trust me on this too. He only shares you with very important people.”
Diana pulled her head back to ask her next question and then quickly returned it to the breast, gobbling up the swollen nipple. She had grown to desire the luscious breasts of Agrippina and Livilla. It was very soothing for some reason to be suckling at the abundant, warm mounds.
She liked all of them, actually. She guessed them to be five or six years older than she was and they were absolutely beautiful. She actually felt almost homely when she was in their presence. But they had taken a shine to her and seemed to find her attractive. Not only did she like their spectacular bodies, though, she also liked them as people. They were very good to her and treated her with kindness and respect, in spite of her being a slave.
Even Caligula was not much older than her. She knew that he was only about twenty eight which was amazing in itself. A twenty eight year old ruling the greatest empire on earth!
“Important people? Like who?”
Livilla’s breathing was becoming more ragged at this point. The tongue between her thighs and the lips stimulating her nipples were edging her closer to an orgasm.
“Senators, ambassadors, generals,” Livilla replied with halting language. “That sort of people.”
“Wow,” breathed Diana. She had no idea! To her, they had all just been horny, older, naked people. That was amazing!
Livilla finally tensed and let out a long, low groan. She clutched Diana’s head to her breast, suffocating the beautiful slave in the soft, pillowy flesh. Fortunately, she only held Diana briefly and the slave girl was eventually able to start breathing again.
“What would you like to do today, Diana?” asked Livilla as the three of them lounged together after each enjoying very satisfying orgasms.
Diana furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. “Could we try some archery? I haven’t done that in a while.”
“Archery?” asked Agrippina as her fingers danced around Diana’s left nipple. “What is archery?”
Hmmm, thought Diana. Maybe she used the wrong word. Or maybe she had butchered the pronunciation which was more likely. “Yes, archery. “You know. Like bows and arrows and shooting at targets.”
Livilla raised her eyebrows at the request. “You know how to do that?”
Diana nodded. “Of course I do. I used to do it all the time.”
The two sisters agreed that it would be archery today and got up and dressed. They were stunning naked and were equally stunning with clothing on. They always wore the most elegant garments.
Diana, as usual, was naked. She did occasionally wear clothing when someone visited the palace for official business but other than those occasions, she was kept naked. At least she was getting a nice tan out of it. Her entire body was now a nice toasty brown and her blonde hair was getting lighter and lighter as it was bleached by the sun.
The sisters led their charge to the armory where they collected three bows and quivers full of arrows. Then they walked out into the countryside for an afternoon of sport.
“We need something to shoot at,” said Diana as she looked around. “Where do the men practice? Maybe there are some targets there.”
“I don’t think the men practice,” replied Agrippina. “At least I have never seen them.”
“I see a haystack over there,” pointed Diana. “That should do.”
They walked toward the pile and then Diana created little targets. She used leaves for targets and a piece of cloth that she found. She twisted a vine into a circle and placed it on the side of the haystack. “There we go. Who wants to s tart?”
Agrippina went first. She looked like she had very little experience with a bow, if any. She hit the haystack but her arrows did not land anywhere near the targets.
Livilla went next. She too seemed to be handling a bow for the first time. She shot six arrows, none of which even hit the mound of hay. Two hit the ground in front of it. Two sailed over the top of it. And one went to each side.
Diana went last. It had been several months since she shot a bow on her archery team at school and she hoped that she did not embarrass herself today due to the lack of practice. But she couldn’t be as bad as the two sisters.
“I’m going for the circle first,” she said. She nocked her arrow and pulled back the bow string. She aimed and then released, watching the arrow sail through the air. It landed dead center in the circle.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. The bow string had snapped at the side of her breast after she released it. She realized that female archers should wear something to keep their breasts out of the way unless they wanted punishment like that.
“Very good, Diana,” praised Livilla.
“The strip of cloth next,” Diana said. She shot another arrow and once again caught the side of her breast with the string. But the arrow sliced neatly into the piece of cloth.
“Aren’t you the little warrior?” smiled Agrippina. “You are very good.”
Diana thanked the sisters and then shot the rest of her arrows. Each one hit its intended target and each one was securely in the center of the target.
“How did you get so good at that?” asked Agrippina as they walked back to the palace.
“As the goddess of the hunt, I have to be good with a bow,” was Diana’s reply. That was the plan that she had come up with a month earlier on the day she was sold and was now just starting to put in motion. She had to find a way to elevate her station in life. And the only way that she could think of was to become a goddess; or at least have them believe she was a goddess.
Both sisters stopped and turned, looking at the petite blonde. She saw that their foreheads were furrowed as if they were in deep thought. She hoped that they would start to believe. And she hoped that they would convince their brother that he owned a goddess. Surely that would elevate her from her slavery status.
“We have never been with a goddess before,” said Agrippina.
“Well, now you have,” replied Diana.
“I would have thought that you were Venus, the goddess of love,” said Livilla. “Your lovemaking skills are out of this world.”
“Hmmmffff,” snorted Diana. “My sister Venus is nothing but a slut. She has no idea what making love is all about.” Diana knew that she was hamming it up at this point but she had to act like a goddess and she assumed that goddesses got a little snooty now and then.
The sisters studied her a little longer and then Agrippina spoke again. “Are you really a goddess?”
Diana stood facing the two with her feet shoulder width apart. She placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. “Don’t I look like a goddess?”
The sisters paused for a moment before replying. “No,” they said in unison.
“Hmmmffff,” Diana snorted again. “Have you ever seen a mortal girl shoot a bow like that? Only the goddess of the hunt could do that.”
“But you are a Celt,” said Livilla. “Maybe all Celtic women can shoot a bow.”
It was Diana’s turn to furrow her brow. That might be right. She had never studied the Celts so she had no idea. She decided that she would have to keep working on her goddess persona and credentials. Maybe there were additional things she could do to convince them of her goddessness.
“I assure you that Celtic women cannot shoot like that,” she told them.
They went back to the palace. The sun was getting low in the sky and they needed to prepare. Another orgy was scheduled for tonight.
Diana seemed to be the star attraction this night. Time and again, naked people approached and asked Caesar to be able to sample her charms. He granted most of them their wishes and Diana was whisked through a long series of lovers.
The first one led her across the room and leaned back against the wall. He pushed her to her knees and her task immediately became clear to her. She parted her lips and sucked the male’s moderate cock into her mouth, letting it glide slowly in and out as her tongue bathed it and aroused it.
She had become emboldened during the day as she started her journey toward goddeshood. She also felt much better about herself after learning the meaning of her collar. She might be property but she was very private property to a very important man.
She was also curious after her discussions with the sisters. They told her that she was only loaned to very important and powerful people. She wondered about the grey-haired owner of the cock that was pumping in and out of her mouth. She pulled her head back, letting the cock pop free for a moment, and asked her question before sucking it back into her mouth.
“What do you do for a living?”
The man made a lengthy statement in response but she did not recognize a single word. An ambassador, she supposed. Well, he was a good one to have for a blowjob. At least she would not have to try to carry on a conversation with him.
She glanced around the room at one point as she was giving her jaws a break from all of the sucking. Her hand pumped up and down the slippery shaft that she had been sucking on moments before. People were coupling lewdly all over the place, just like every other night. It was truly amazing!
She noticed that Caligula had kept his two sisters with him and gasped at what she saw them doing. Caligula was prone and Livilla was straddling his hips and was riding up and down on his cock, facing away from his head. Agrippina was kneeling between Caligula’s spread legs, kissing her sister and fondling her breasts. This was the first time that she had seen the sexual act between the brother and his sisters. She knew that it had to be taking place but this was the first time that she had witnessed it.
The ambassador put his hand on top of her head and rotated it back to where it had been earlier. Obediently, she opened her mouth again and started sucking until she was able to coax his seed from him, swallowing the little swimmers that he ejaculated into her mouth.
Shortly after her sperm appetizer was consumed, she was claimed by another grey-haired male. This one decided to enjoy her pussy and took her from behind as she knelt on all fours.
“What do you do for a living?” she asked him as his cock enjoyed her warm, velvety love canal.
“I make the world a better place,” he replied as he thrust deeply to emphasize his last word. “I see to it that all men can enjoy the fruits of their labor. I eliminate things that are unjust.” He blathered on and on without ever really answering her question, thrusting deep into her sex to emphasize what he thought were key points in his speech.
A senator, she guessed based on all of the hot air that he was spewing into the room.
She drifted off into her own thoughts as the male used her body for pleasure. She was going to get pregnant one of these days. She had to. It was inevitable with all of the sperm that she was receiving. She knew that she was safe during the initial days of her captivity but eventually the protection of the birth control pills that she had been taking back at school would wear off.
What would happen to her once she did become pregnant? Would she still be desired by the emperor? Would she be cast aside and replaced by a more svelte body? And how would her baby be raised? She hoped that the baby would not be a slave also.
She was brought back to the present by a particularly deep thrust that banged into her cervix and caused her to grunt with pain. The senator was still bloviating about his importance as he pounded into her. But eventually the speech was brought to an end as he too grunted and spewed his little swimmers into her body, each of which was wiggling madly toward her defenseless little egg.
The senator pulled out of her and gave her ass a pat. Then he walked off without saying a word about her or about her performance. She usually received a lot of praise but realized that her most recent lover was probably too self-absorbed to even notice whether or not he liked her. Definitely a politician, she decided.
She got to her feet to return to her owner. That was the usual way of things. She would be borrowed and taken some place to be used. And then she would return to Caesar.
She spotted him across the room. He was still with his two sisters but Agrippina was now the one riding his cock. He was lying on his back and Diana realized that was usually how he took her also. She wondered why he liked it that way since most men seemed to prefer being on top or taking her from behind. As she got closer, she started to realize the answer. Agrippina was leaning forward and dangling her breasts over his face. Diana saw the full mounds swaying back and forth as Agrippina moved her chest and Caligula seemed to be playing a game, trying to catch the succulent, puffy nipples in his teeth as they passed by.
Livilla was lying between Caligula’s legs, propping herself up by her elbows. She sucked one of the emperor’s heavy balls into her mouth, pulsing it in and out a few times before releasing it. Then she would run her tongue between Agrippina’s bottom cheeks and stab it into her sister’s little pucker. There was absolutely no denying the rumors about incest at this point.
She was intercepted before she reached the trio by a naked woman. The woman lightly gripped her elbow and steered her away from Caesar and toward an open area. There, she laid Diana on her back and positioned herself above the slave girl in a sixty nine position. Diana immediately started licking the pussy above her face and realized that she had not yet climaxed this evening. Well, that should be remedied soon enough, she thought as she felt the woman feasting on her sex.
“What do you do for a living?” asked Diana after slurping away for several minutes. Her question was met with guttural, clicking sounds that Diana thought even her own people would not be able to decipher; obviously a foreigner. Probably an ambassador’s wife.
At least this ambassador had good taste. She judged the woman to be in her mid-thirties and was very pretty with long black hair and a very trim and curvy body.
Diana felt her tummy starting to flutter, which was a sure sign that she was moving toward an orgasm. She had grown to the point of needing climaxes and realized again that she was turning into a nymphomaniac. She was especially needy during orgies where there were so many erotic stimuli all around her.
When she first realized this change in her personality, she was horrified. That was not who she was! She was not a slut and did not want to be thought of as one. As she thought more about it, however, she realized that it really didn’t matter. Back at Saxbury in the twenty first century, she worried about her reputation and always made sure that she never did anything to tarnish it. But that was thousands of miles away from here and thousands of years from now. It didn’t matter to her life here. And she realized that being a nymphomaniac as a sex slave might not be such a bad thing. In fact, maybe it was an asset that she was so easily aroused and so sexually needy.
This woman was good! Diana felt the ambassador’s wife bringing her to the edge of an orgasm over and over again but the woman always pulled back and paused when she sensed that the slave beneath her was about to erupt. She felt the woman use her tongue and lips and fingers to arouse her and felt like a swirling mass of erotic pleasure. She even felt the woman’s teeth come into play as her clit was lightly bitten or her labia were gently gnawed. She desperately wanted to climax but she also desperately wanted this exquisite torture to go on forever.
Yes, she realized. I’m definitely a slut now!
She was surprised when a knee bumped into the top of her head. She opened her eyes and saw that a male had knelt between the woman’s legs and saw a raging erection waving in the air. She saw the man’s hand wrapped around his long narrow shaft, spreading grease on it. There were huge bowls of grease spread around the room and the revelers used it liberally to enhance their sexual gratification.
The shaft reminded her of Octavius and she wondered how he and Claudius were faring in Germania. At first, she had been angry with them for enslaving her and raping her, only to then sell her. But over time, her anger had receded. She realized that they were only doing what Roman males did: rape and pillage.
The cock was positioned between the bottom cheeks of the ambassador’s wife and then she watched as it slowly disappeared, slicing into the woman’s bowels. Diana felt the tongue that was licking her pussy pause for a moment and then heard the woman moan as she adjusted to the anal intrusion. But then the tongue started fluttering and scooping again and once again, Diana was being moved toward an orgasm.
“I conquer thee,” exclaimed the owner of the long slender cock once it was fully embedded in the woman’s ass.
A general, thought Diana.
She was fascinated as she watched the shaft gliding in and out of the woman. It moved slowly inward and then retreated just as slowly. As it pulled out, the sphincter seemed to grip it and cling to it almost as if it was trying to keep the thing inside of her. She had never seen anyone being taken anally this close. It was mesmerizing to watch.
Tongues kept fluttering and the pole kept pumping. Several more times, Diana was brought to the edge, only to be denied. She was whimpering with her need now and the sight of the cock penetrating the shapely ass above her was only adding to her neediness.
Eventually, it had to end, and it did. The male was the first to tense and Diana watched as his balls almost seemed to dance with every load of sperm that he shot into the woman’s bowels. Diana erupted next and let out a soft, long moan as her belly rippled and erotic thrills shot through her body. But she kept her tongue moving and soon after that the woman groaned as an orgasm wracked her naked and sweaty body.
Caesar had a boy kneeling between his legs when Diana finally made her way back to him at the end of the evening. The boy’s lips were stretched tightly around the massive shaft as his head bobbed up and down. This was not the first time that she had seen Caligula enjoying the flesh of the same sex but for some reason it always surprised her.
Livilla and Agrippina were sixty-nining together in front of Caligula, obviously putting on a show for their brother. It looked like each of them had a tail now as she saw long locks of hair sprouting from their assholes. That was another first for her. She wondered what that was all about.
Caligula spotted her once she knelt beside his throne and tapped the top of the boy’s head. He told the teenager to back away but to stay. The boy backed up and then Caligula beckoned Diana to take over where the boy left off.
Diana crawled between his legs and quickly started moving her lips up and down the beefy shaft. Once again, she was amazed that she could get any part of it into her mouth but once again she found her lips gliding up and down its length.
The boy moved behind Diana and swathed his cock with the grease from the nearest bowl. She felt his cock piercing her asshole but breathed a sigh of relief at the smallness of the thing. Soon it was pumping in and out of her body as her mouth devoured as much of her owner’s cock as it could.
The evening ended with the whipping of one of the wives as punishment for her crimes. She was found guilty of infidelity and Caesar sentenced her to forty lashes. Diana thought that the verdict was absurd after all of the decadence of the evening. Everyone here had been unfaithful!!!
And she thought that the sentence was way too severe. The woman’s back was a bloody mess after the punishment had been administered and Diana knew that the woman would be scarred for life. It was Diana’s first introduction to Caligula’s cruel side and she vowed to be a very good girl so he would have no reason to punish her.
Chapter 6
“What?!?!?!?!?” sputtered Diana as she lifted her face from Livilla’s sex. The two sisters and the slave girl were spending another intimate morning together. “He has had four wives? How old is he anyway?”
Agrippina spread Diana’s bottom cheeks and circled her tongue around the little pucker there. “Yes, four wives. And he is in his twenty seventh year; soon to enter his twenty eighth.”
Wow,” breathed Diana as she returned her lips to Livilla’s petals and started licking and probing again with her tongue. They must start really early here, she thought. She had no idea!
“What happened to his wives?” asked Diana as she took another quick break from her task. But Livilla quickly pushed her head down and she resumed her licking actions.
Livilla was moaning too much to be able to reply. Agrippina moved a fingertip to Diana’s asshole and pushed inward, letting her finger sink into the girl’s bottom and eliciting a moan from the girl before answering the question. “They each died. We don’t know how and we don’t ask. They just disappeared.”
That’s odd, thought Diana as she felt the finger worming around in her bottom and she kept her own tongue moving over Livilla’s clit. Did he have them killed? Were they kept somewhere, maybe in some kind of dungeon?
Livilla finally climaxed and they got ready to go shoot their bows again. Over the past six months, they had archery practice around twice each week. Diana patiently trained and coached the two sisters and they were becoming quite proficient. They were not as good as Diana. But they weren’t goddesses either so that was to be expected.
She had even solved the problem of the bow string. Despite being naked as they walked to their practice area, she always brought a strip of cloth with her. When it was time for her to shoot, she would wrap the strip of cloth around her chest and bind her breasts, squashing them as flat as she could against her chest by pulling the cloth tight and tying it off. It usually kept her breasts from being struck by the string. And even when the string did hit one of her full, soft mounds, it didn’t hurt as much because of the extra padding.
She did look comical, though. She would be completely naked other than for her makeshift little bandera top as she handled the bow. The others frequently giggled at the sight of the little half-naked warrior.
On days when she was not summoned by the emperor or his two sisters, she would wander around. There were no cages or chains to bind her these days and she had complete freedom of movement. Caesar trusted her not to escape. Plus, they were on an island now. Where would she escape to?
She frequently visited the gardens where slaves toiled in the soil, tending their flowers and crops. She often helped them, finding serenity as her fingers grubbed around in the dirt. It was almost therapeutic for her. It was so different from the bawdy excesses and decadence that consumed the rest of her existence these days.
And she found many of the slaves to be very interesting. Most of the slaves who worked the earth were males although there were still quite a few females, especially in the flower gardens. But it was mostly the males that she found fascinating. Most of them spoke Latin so she could talk to them directly. Some did not, however, and she had to speak to them through translators when she could find them. But their stories and backgrounds were fascinating.
One day, she was working in a flower bed with an elderly male who obviously did not know the first thing about gardening. His rows were not straight. He had flowers in the wrong places based on the sunlight they would receive. And he didn’t speak Latin.
Throughout the course of the afternoon, she helped him improve his flower bed and instructed him as best she could through the use of a crude sign language. When she wanted show that a flower needed sunlight, she would point up at the sun and then place her hands by her face and smile brightly, hoping that he would understand ‘sun’ in her gestures.
When she wanted to show him that a flower did not like direct sunlight, she would raise a finger and waggle it at the sun, saying ‘tsk, tsk.’ Then she would cover her eyes with her fingers.
By the end of the afternoon, they had replanted the entire bed. His rows were neat now and his flowers would be much happier going forward. She learned through one of the translators later that the elderly male had been the king of an eastern European nation that had been conquered by Caligula.
Another male spoke Latin so she was able to converse with him. His garden bed too was a wreck. But she taught him how to use the sun and how to collect the rain water so that his plants would flourish. Within a week of helping him, his bed was an explosion of color instead of the drab, bedraggled stalks that had lived there before.
This man had been a general in the Legions. But he had fallen out of favor with Caligula’s predecessor, Tiberius. Instead of crucifying him, Tiberius had sent the general to serve as a slave in the Capri palace. Diana was sure that this must be totally humiliating to the general but he never showed any signs of his shame.
Diana felt sorry for the man. He was obviously a very proud man, a warrior, who had been reduced to a naked slave who spent his days working the soil. She also felt sorry for him because he was constantly erect in her presence. He apologized profusely many times and she was always understanding. She wanted to take care of his problem but she was afraid that it might get him killed. So she just toiled in the soil alongside of him.
Despite the sad stories, they were fascinating people and she enjoyed getting to know them. But she would be tending the gardens even if she was doing it alone. She found it calming and therapeutic.
She had always enjoyed grubbing in the dirt. Even as a small girl, she used to plant and tend crops. Her parents were agriculture professors so she picked up some of her knowledge and skills just by siting at the dinner table at home. But she also spent every summer while she was growing up living on various farms. They were research farms where new seeds and techniques were tested and her parents worked there to advance their research.
That allowed her to run and frolic in the fields when she was very small. And as she grew older, she started to learn techniques for making things grow. She also learned how to care for livestock and even helped birth a calf one summer.
The gardens of the palace were doing very well thanks to her toiling with the garden slaves. But when she walked through the fields, she saw underutilized land and struggling crops. They had horrible farming techniques here.
She finally decided to talk to the overseer of the garden and farming slaves. She offered to hold classes to teach the slaves methods for being more successful with the land that they were tending.
“Just who do you think you are, girl?” asked the overseer, obviously insulted that a slave could think that she had anything to offer other than her body.
“I am Diana,” she replied politely, but surprised at the question. She assumed that everyone in the palace would know who she was by now.
“I know your name, girl,” he said as he looked down at her. “But what makes you think that anyone would listen to your babbling?”
“Because I am Diana,” she replied. Once again, her feet were shoulder width apart and her hands were on her hips. She puffed out her chest and looked back as defiantly as she could. “I am Diana, goddess of fertility.”
The man laughed. “Oh are you, little one? And maybe I’m Neptune.”
“Doubtful,” she said in response. “But if you have any doubts about who I am, let me give you a tour of the gardens. Do you remember how run-down they were? I have made the land fertile for the plants.”
“It is probably just favorable weather,” he said, dismissively.
“They why haven’t the crops thrived also?” she shot back at him quickly. “Why is it just the flowers that are responding? How much longer do you think that you will have this job if you allow the crops to fail as they are currently?”
That last question obviously got to the male. She saw the blood drain from his face and she saw fear in his expression.
“Allow me to help your workers,” she said. “I will teach them.”
And so it was that Diana ended up teaching the first agriculture seminar in history. The room was packed with naked slaves as their equally naked professor went through her topics. She taught proper irrigation techniques and how contour farming would help hold the water for the plants. She taught them about crop rotation and soil preparation and making the most out of the sunlight.
Within a week, people started to notice a difference. The fields were suddenly greener. By the time that the moon had gone through all of its phases, the fields were vibrant with healthy crops.
Throughout this period, orgies continued to be an almost nightly event. This entire society seemed to be immersed in decadence. At least the aristocratic society was. She did not know if the peasants embraced all of the perversions but the wealthy segments of society certainly did. And none seemed to embrace them more fully than Caligula. It seemed that he lived for his orgies and excesses.
Once again, an orgy was starting and Diana watched as the partiers gathered in the great hall. It always amazed her that everyone always wore their finest outfits to these events. In her mind, why bother? Everyone quickly lost all of their clothes so what did it matter what you wore?
Caligula had his two sisters on either side of him as he greeted the guests. The three of them wore elegant white togas that were intricately embroidered with gold thread. They looked very royal. Diana was also with them but she was kneeling beside Agrippina and was naked other than for her collar and cuffs. But at least they were gold so she too felt elegant.
The wine started flowing and, as expected, the sex began. The first to break the ice was a woman who started kissing another woman. The kissee did not resist the kisser at all and quickly it turned passionate. Soon, the kisser was on her knees with her head under the kissee’s toga, obviously finding another place to plant her lips. They were both still fully clothed at this point. It won’t be long now, thought Diana.
Sure enough, the kisser stood. As she arose, she held the hem of the kissee’s toga, drawing it over her head and leaving her naked. Then the kisser let her own toga fall to the floor and knelt down to resume what she had started moments earlier.
Diana usually recognized some people from previous orgies although normally there were many more newcomers than reapeaters. People must travel to Capri just to be seen at the emperor’s orgies, she thought, because there was no way that so many people lived on this island.
Togas were dropping to the floor with great regularity at this point. Diana saw movement out of the corner of her eye and saw that Caligula was loosening the pin that held up Livilla’s toga. Diana watched the garment glide down the sister’s body to puddle at her ankles and sucked in her breath as the beautiful body was displayed.
She knew that she should not react this way. After all, she frequently saw the sisters naked and frequently made love to them. But it was still breathtaking to her when one of them was unveiled and she felt little erotic thrills racing through her body.
She watched as Caesar kissed his sister and lifted her breasts before leaning down to kiss each of the succulent mounds. Livilla’s eyes fluttered as Caligula sucked each nipple into his mouth and Diana heard a soft moan escaping from Livilla’s lips.
Caligula turned and repeated his actions with Agrippina and Diana’s reactions were the same as her nudity was revealed. Finally, after toying with her breasts for a while, he turned back to the crowd. He looked around until he saw the person he was seeking and then raised his hand, beckoning him forward.
“They are yours for the evening,” he told the man who approached. “May your family enjoy them.”
“My family thanks you, Caesar,” the man replied. “They are wonderful gifts from you.”
Family? What was that all about? She would have to keep track of where the sisters were taken so she could see what all of that meant.
Finally, Caligula dropped his own toga and stood naked, looking out over the new sea of naked flesh. Everyone had already stripped or been stripped by this point and decadence abounded in the hall.
Caesar was only partially erect and Diana was given the task of hardening him completely. She knelt at his feet and sucked the huge thing into her mouth, setting about her latest chore as Caligula surveyed his subjects.
As usual, he stiffened quickly and she soon found herself bent over a table as he thrust into her from behind. She could tell by his slow, leisurely pace, though, that her pussy was just a stopping point for tonight’s sexual journey. He was only going to use her to keep himself hard until he selected a partner or two for himself. Then she would once again be loaned to someone to provide them with decadent entertainment.
As she felt him stretching her and filling her, she too surveyed the room. Who will claim her tonight? She had spotted a woman who she recognized from an earlier orgy and who also spoke Latin. The woman had been kind to her that night and provided her with an endless stream of orgasms. But she also spotted a man from an earlier orgy who had been less kind. It seemed that everything he did to her was intended to inflict pain or humiliation.
Caesar had obviously selected his partner for the evening because he withdrew from her sex with an audible popping sound. Diana straightened up and saw him gesturing again. Soon, an under-age girl appeared and he led her to a cushion.
Diana shook her head as she realized that someone so young would be plundered by the emperor. But then she realized that the girl was only under-age by the standards of two thousand years from now. Here, in ancient Rome, it was common for girls of thirteen or fourteen to be married. This one with Caligula tonight looked closer to sixteen and she could already be someone’s wife, for all that Diana knew.
Again, she wondered who would claim her but she did not have to wonder for very long. As soon as Caligula started the girl sucking on his cock, a woman approached Diana. She fed a rope through one of the rings on Diana’s collar and then led her away, using the rope as a leash to control the beauty who she had claimed.
Diana rolled her eyes at the silence of the woman, thinking that it was probably another ambassador’s wife who could not speak her language. She much preferred it when she could communicate or at least understand comments being made. But the woman was very pretty and she admired the heart-shaped ass as it wiggled its way through the crowd toward its destination.
Its destination turned out to be a new toy that Caligula had the tradesmen make for him. It was a very recent addition and Diana had only seen it used once. She had never experienced it herself.
It was a large round frame made of sturdy wood. Attachment points were spread generously around the frame allowing someone to secure another into it in a variety of ways. And the frame was supported on each side in a way that it could be swiveled to rotate its captive into many different positions.
The woman stopped and kissed Diana. The slave obediently returned the kiss as she felt the woman’s hands roaming over her naked flesh. She felt the woman’s full breasts pressing against her own, flattening them against her chest. Little erotic thrills once again rushed through her body during the heated embrace and once again she was reminded of what a little slut she had become.
The woman gave Diana’s ass a spank, presumably to announce that kissing time was over and then she spoke. “I have been looking forward to the day when I could enjoy you. I have heard so many good things about you from my husband.”
She spoke Latin! That was a relief to Diana. At least now she could speak to her temporary owner. But who could her husband be?
“I hope that you find me pleasing, Mistress,” replied Diana.
The leash was removed and the woman placed a stool next to the frame for Diana to stand on. Then she beckoned over a tall man who bound the slave’s wrists to ropes leading to some of the attachment points. Her wrists were circled by thick leather which she became thankful for once the stool was pulled away. She was left dangling inside the frame with her arms spread widely above her head. Ropes, or even her own golden cuffs, would have been too painful. At least the leather distributed her weight and did not dig too tightly into her flesh.
The woman knelt and grasped an ankle at a time, stretching her legs outward. A leather cuff was wrapped around each ankle and, by the time the woman was finished, Diana was completely immobile inside the frame in an upright spread-eagle position. She was completely exposed and vulnerable like that.
She glanced around the room and then did a double take as she saw the sisters. Now she knew what ‘family’ had meant earlier. At least she assumed that it was a family.
A man and a teenage boy were enjoying Agrippina. She was unbound but she was wedged between the two males with the man fucking her pussy and the son obviously fucking her ass. The teenage girl was lying face up on a table and the mother was feasting on the daughter’s breasts, occasionally catching a nipple with her teeth and stretching the nicely formed mounds away from the girl’s chest. And Livilla was bent over the table with her wrists bound behind her back as she used her tongue to toy with the girl’s sex.
It was the first time that she had ever seen one of the sisters bound. Diana was frequently bound during orgies but she assumed that was what one did with a slave. But maybe all was fair during an orgy. She didn’t know.
But if that was the case, what differentiated a slave from a free woman? She had been told that it was not the collar. That merely denoted exclusivity. Maybe it was just the metal cuffs that circled her wrists that told people that she was a slave.
Once the woman had Diana secured in the frame, she rotated it until Diana was looking up at the ceiling. Then she started pouring oil and rubbing it into Diana’s soft flesh. The woman was very thorough and took her time, caressing the oil into the skin and ensuring that every inch of her was covered. Diana lifted her head and looked across her nudity, seeing her body glistening in the light.
The frame was rotated and Diana was looking at the marbled floor now. The woman continued coating her and continued to be meticulous about her work. The oil was fragrant and she wondered what the aroma was. She knew that the Romans sometimes added herbs to the oil that would heighten the sexual response. That would be just great, thought Diana sarcastically. I’m already a nymphomaniac. The last thing in the world that I need is an aphrodisiac!!!
The frame was rotated another quarter turn and Diana was looking at the room upside down now with her legs in the air. The woman continued to work, making sure that the slave’s pussy and asshole were well lubricated, pushing fingers into Diana to spread the oil.
Once the woman was satisfied with her work, she knelt down and tightened the ropes, pulling her arms toward the frame. Then she rotated the frame again until Diana was upright and did the same thing, taking what little slack there was in the rope to her ankles out. This left Diana stretched as tight as a bow string.
“You are a pretty little thing,” the woman said as she ran her oil coated fingers down the side of Diana’s oil-coated breast. This was only the second time that the woman had spoken since she had claimed the girl. “And you look good enough to eat.”
With this, the woman leaned forward and sucked the right nipple into her mouth as her other hand claimed the other breast, letting the slippery flesh slide from her fingers. She pulled her head back with her teeth gripping the captive nipple and stretching Diana’s breast into a cone. Finally, she released it and Diana saw the woman’s lips coated with oil.
Others started to gather around the girl in the frame. Fingers stroked the glistening flesh as other fingers pinched and prodded. The woman knelt again and started stroking Diana’s petals with her fingers as she nodded to someone behind the stretched girl.
Diana immediately learned that the person behind her was a male as she felt a cock being placed between her bottom cheeks. She sucked in her breath as the tip of the cock pressed against her little pucker, increasing the pressure until it punched through. Diana exhaled in a gasp as the spear penetrated her body and she felt it continuing its descent into the depths of her bowels.
The woman continued to toy with the slick petals before her, occasionally gliding a finger into the girl’s juicy sex. Diana grunted once the cock fully impaled her ass and then moaned as it started a slow pumping motion.
The woman inserted a finger again and started a pumping motion of her own. Diana felt her body responding quickly and climaxed much faster than she would have expected. She didn’t know if that was because of all of the erotic play leading up to her penetration or if it was because they had laced the oil with an aphrodisiac. Whatever the cause, it was the quickest orgasm that she ever had.
The cock kept plundering her ass and the woman kept busy at her sex. The second orgasm came just as quickly as the first.
Two fingers were pushed into her pussy and Diana was moaning non-stop by this point. She climaxed again when the woman’s third finger slid into her hot sex.
Lips claimed each of her nipples and she looked down, seeing a man and a woman suckling on her. The kneeling woman slid a fourth finger into her sex and she groaned as she dreaded where this scene was headed. But her groan was cut off in the middle, turning into a squeal, as the next orgasm wracked her overheated body.
Hands were now spanking her bottom cheeks each time the male withdrew his cock. The mouths at her breasts were now gnawing at her defenseless nipples. And the kneeling woman had tucked her thumb alongside her fingers and was pushing into Diana’s sex.
“Oh god!” groaned Diana. She had been fisted several times before during her captivity and it had always been uncomfortable. But she had never had so much additional stimulation at the same time. Her body was a swirl of sexual tension as she felt the pressure building at her sex. She clamped her eyes shut as she tried to focus her mind.
She felt her body wobble a bit and opened her eyes to see what was happening. A teenage boy had somehow gotten on top of the frame. He draped his body down from the top and his cock was poised in front of her lips. He started swinging his hips slightly and the cock started bumping into her lips. Obediently, she opened her mouth and the boy plunged his shaft into her.
Oh god, thought Diana. It seemed like every part of her was being used to stimulate her. Another orgasm tore through her stretched and captive body.
The fist finally forced its way into her sex. She groaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt the fingers exploring her vagina. The cock in her bottom kept pistoning and she felt the fingers inside of her pressing back at the invading cock. The lips kept sucking at her nipples, biting them and stretching them away from her. The hands kept spanking her bottom. Her head was spinning and she climaxed again.
But the crowd was relentless. They continued to torment her. The boy raised his legs and draped them over her shoulders. He was now plunging quickly into her mouth as he clung to the frame.
Other people wandered by and commented on her as if she was an artistic work or some other decorative item.
“We should get one of those for our villa,” said one woman. Diana didn’t know if she was talking about her or the frame.
“She is Celtic, I’m told,” said a male to someone else. She couldn’t see who he was talking about because of the crotch in front of her face. “I hear that they can take more than a fist in their pussies.”
The two at her breasts were stretching her nipples far away from her chest and she felt pain shooting through her body as the teeth clamped her nipples tightly. The hand inside of her poked around until it found her cervix, sending fresh pain through her body. The hands spanked her ass with more intensity, sending more pain through her tortured and tormented body. Someone had arrived with some sort of whip and that was being lashed against her belly. The cock in her mouth seemed to elongate and was now causing her to gag as it tried to force its way down her throat.
She erupted in a frenzy of emotions and sensations, screeching but hearing herself being muffled by the shaft between her lips. She tensed as the orgasm rushed through her body, feeling the stimulation continuing unrelentingly.
The orgasm reached a new crescendo and then she passed out.
To be continued
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