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After the fucking came the fighting with wooden training swords. The German warrior was a match for any of the men, but the other women, mostly ex-whores, were better at fucking and pretending to have orgasms.
In combat the women took slaps on their naked breasts or buttocks over and over again. But they did sometimes slap a man on the cock or balls. The gladiators were not used to training naked and they sometimes forgot to protect themselves.
If a woman fought especially badly she was punished in front of all the others. She had to sit on the ground with her legs wide apart and then put her arms back and lift her bottom off the ground like a crab. In this position her cunt lips were open and her breasts were naked and defenseless…
Drusila chose two gladiators to work on the woman. One slapped her on the cunt with his wooden sword while the other slapped her naked breasts. If her bottom touched the ground she was taken to a table where she sat on a gladiator’s cock, facing him, and rode him. Then they pulled her head down and the second man fucked her ass.

Twenty year-old Irene had always been a nice, decent girl. The kind of girl who obeyed her parents every wish and volunteered to help those in need. Just the kind of innocent young thing that the Penance club was most interested in. Irene was fated to pay penance for having such a good stable life and also pay for being such an innocent in a world in which most of it’s inhabitants are selfish or evil or both.
Irene’s protests against her treatment served only to make things harder on her; the Penance women enjoyed hurting her and making her accept her place. But those experienced ladies knew that pain and suffering weren’t enough to overcome Irene’s learned and innate innocence; only when she was subjected to repeated and nonstop humiliation and realized the hopelessness of her situation would she be ready to begin her new life as a whore.
For the next phase of Irene’s training, Wilbur had been chosen to help prepare her. Wilbur. Short, dumpy, doughy and dim-witted Wilbur. Wilbur drooled and couldn’t carry on a decent conversation, but Wilbur had a fat, ten-inch cock and a set of low-hanging balls that seemed to churn up an almost endless supply of thick cum that made him a terrifying late-night visitor to any slavegirl’s cell. And even more of a horror to Irene when she was given to him to share his cell and serve as his steady girlfriend.
We advise you to treat Wilbur well, they told Irene. He gets frustrated easily and can get very unpleasant if he doesn’t get everything he wants from a girl. That’s why he was in that asylum for the criminally insane where we found him.
Irene could only tremble fearfully that night when Wilbur came back to his cell to meet his own personal girl. “Wilbur hurt you,” the slug-like man muttered, drooling. “Then Wilbur fuck you.”
“No! No, Wilbur! You don’t need to hurt me,” Irene pleaded. She desperately laid down on the stained mattress and spread her legs.

“What are you doing!? Tom, please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Mary cried.
Tom had flipped her onto her belly and, digging his knee into her lower back, wrenched her arms behind her back and began binding her wrists with thick rope.
“You’re gonna fucking learn! You don’t fuck with me by fucking other men! I’m gonna take you someplace where you’ll learn to become a proper fucking wife!” Tom said, slapping some duct tape around her eyes.
“Please, Tom, you’re scaring me! Just divorce me! Please, I won’t contest anything! I swear!”
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt, I’m tired of listening to your fucking whining!” Tom said, covering her mouth with more duct tape. “Now get up and let’s go.”

“Any last words bitch?” he said “I’ll be sure to show your sister the video of this before I do the same thing to her. This is what happens to women with too much attitude.”
Andrea thought of her years spent in college, all the sacrifices she had made to graduate at the top of her class, never getting married never having children, all so she could have a successful career. She had worked so hard.
“It can’t end like this!” she thought. “It can’t!”

As time passed, they grew less careful about their meetings, which sometimes took place in the intimacy of the Empress’s chambers. One night when the Imperial Megacraft was flying over the Ganimia quadrant, the old Emperor had a rare attack of lust and shuffled into his wife’s bedchamber. His hard-on was flopping absurdly like a blind worm gasping for air. He found his wife and the young Captain groaning and grunting together…
“Bastards! Bastards, both of you!” he shouted. “Treacherous bastards! A whore and a mercenary, you make a fine pair of traitors! We’ll see how you fuck with your cock cut off! And we’ll see how you fuck with your cunt sewn up and your tits removed!”
Helmek Varkonem picked up his gun and pointed it at the Emperor’s head. For a moment his finger hesitated on the trigger. He was pointing his gun at the Master of the Galaxy, the destroyer of the planets Xaga and Dion, the builder of Ringstone…
Chance or destiny had put the most powerful man in the galaxy in his hands… It was now or never…

“You fucking treacherous SLUT!” Tom yelled, punctuating his sentence by viciously backhanding his wife.
“AIEEEGHHH!” Mary screeched as she went down. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt like it would burst, the blood roaring through her ears so loudly she couldn’t even hear what Tom was saying now.
She curled up into a ball, clutching her face and sobbing into the carpet.
“You dumb piece of shit, you fucking cow, how could you do this to me? You just stay right there you fucking useless whore!” Tom said, leaving her cowering on the floor.
Mary couldn’t even understand what was happening, Tom had never hit her before. He’d never even raised his voice. That was the whole reason she’d married him, because he seemed like a harmless old man with lots of money. She didn’t even recognize the Tom she had just seen…

“Oh, please, Uncle Neil! Please let me go!” Natalie’s pleas came between disjointed breaths caused by Neil’s jolting fucking that rocked her body to and fro.
“Uhhhh, Uh, Ahhhhhh..,” distant Uncle Neil grunted as he nuzzled Natalie’s sweaty neck while continuing to plow her 19 year-old tight pussy with his sizeable cock. He was proud of the size, girth and hardness of his cock. Bigger than most younger guys and able to maintain it’s hardness a lot longer, too. Right now he was giving this semi-niece of his a thorough demonstration of just how vigorous a fucker an old man like him could be….
It had all began when Natalie had called her Uncle Neil to ask if she could stay at his place temporarily while she searched for a job and her own place in the city. She had only met Uncle Neil a couple of times when he had traveled downstate to attend family parties or gatherings at her house. She had noticed that a few family members – including her mother – seemed to be openly hostile toward Uncle Neil and there were a couple of whispers about some less-than-steller deeds committed some time in the past. But gossip and backbiting were common at those family gatherings and Natalie put it down as things that could be ignored. A wrong assumption.
Arriving at Uncle Neil’s place of residence, Natalie was initiallytaken aback at the derelict-looking building in which he had a basement apartment. But Natalie was more concerned with having a place to live than the looks of the place. Only when Uncle Neil opened his door did Natalie get her first feeling of uneasiness.
“Uncle Neil, what’s with the chains on the door and all the handcuffs and stuff?”
“Got them just for you, sweetie,” Uncle Neil laughed as he grabbed Natalie by her throat…

Tina had begged and begged her husband to take her with him on his hunting trip this time. But as soon as they’d arrived at the cabin, some man in a mask had snuck up behind them and taken them prisoner. Now Tina stared across the room at what was left of her husband. He was tied up and about to watch her get fucked yet again. Tina knew it was all her fault.