Livia
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2025 8:57 am
Livia
This time I decided to get closer and stop observing her from a distance, to do what I've been wanting to do since four months ago, when the market manager warned me that Livia, the most desired woman in Rome, was playing a very dangerous game that could end very badly for her.
When, minutes after the manager's warning, I arrived at the market, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw in the distance: there, hanging by ropes from a column, obscenely open, her shaved pussy like a vulgar slave girl, for everyone to see, was Livia, playing at being a slave girl for sale.
While the market manager explained to me in detail what was happening, pointing to Flavia and Claudia standing in a corner without taking their eyes off Livia, I couldn't take my eyes off that naked body, a body much more perfect than the luxurious silk clothes she wore at the parties we met at the same time suggested, more perfect even than the body I saw in my fantasies or when I imagined that the slave girl fucking me was her. That first time, I didn't do anything, nor did I do anything the following times when, warned by the manager of Livia and her friends' presence, I went to the market accompanied by several of my men, observing her from afar, making sure none of the men inspecting her went too far, and above all, discouraging the market manager's desire to put Livia on the auction block and make a fortune by selling her.
I decided to do something a month after that first visit. I ordered some of the men accompanying me, men Livia didn't know, to approach her as if they were potential buyers and inspect her, and boy did they.
My men are used to playing with slave girls, turning shy peasants or pampered nobles captured in our military campaigns into sluts eager to serve men with any of their holes.
They inspected Livia thoroughly, playing with her tits, slapping them until they were red, commenting as they did so on how the whip would mark her soft skin. They pinched and pulled at her nipples, talking about how beautiful they would look adorned with piercings, arguing about which design or material would look best on them. They played with their fingers in Livia's pussy, opening it, stretching it, testing her virginity, one of my men even put two of his fingers to her back entrance, causing Livia to give a small cry at the intrusion.
I wasn't surprised to see her orgasming while one of my men played with her swollen clitoris, the first of three orgasms she reached thanks to the touches of my men and other buyers who, attracted by the spectacle, joined in.
I mistakenly hoped that the humiliation Livia suffered by cumming three times in front of two dozen men would make her give up her games. Although at first I thought she had succeeded, since it took her two weeks to return, her visits to the market went from every seven or eight days to every four.
It soon became clear to me that Livia enjoyed being displayed and inspected like a slave girl, her orgasms thanks to the touches and caresses of the buyers becoming more and more intense. Not even when I brought two whores from a brothel I'd hired to pose as potential buyers to inspect her and bring her to orgasm, thinking she would feel humiliated by a woman's touch, did I get the reaction I expected, although I found the explanation when a few days later I followed Livia, Flavia, and Claudia and spied on the passionate lesbian games they were having with each other and with some of the slave girls they owned.
Every night I visited the market and watched Livia from afar, I returned home more aroused. Seconds after arriving home, I would call one of the slave girls to my chambers, and without any preamble or warm-up, I would fuck her hard and violently, imagining it was Livia. After that first fuck, I would spend the rest of the night playing with her, tying her up in different positions, spanking her entire body, pouring hot wax on her tits and pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm and then not letting her cum for hours, all the while imagining it was Livia screaming, moaning, and cumming in my hands.
It all started yesterday, when a couple of hours before attending a party I knew Livia would be attending, I was notified that I had to leave for Padua to lead the IV Legion and march to Germania to put down a rebellion.
I almost lost control when I arrived at the party and saw Livia, wearing a tight-fitting golden tunic, showcasing her generous breasts and exposing one of her long, slender legs. Her body was adorned with half a dozen golden bracelets and bangles, and an elaborate necklace of gold and precious stones. But that image quickly disappeared from my mind. What I saw when I looked at Livia was her body covered in a slave girl tunic, ripped to allow me to see her pierced breasts and shaved pussy, her body adorned with a steel collar and dozens of whip marks. I only reacted when I heard her sweet voice beside me.
"I've heard you're leaving for Germania," Livia told me, her body pressed against mine, allowing me to inhale her perfume, making my cock hard.
"Indeed," I replied, trying to control myself. "I won't be able to stay at the party long and enjoy your company." I told her waiting to see her reaction.
Livia blushed slightly at my words, but quickly recovered.
"I won't be the one who misses you. I'll leave that to the dozen or so ladies, some of them married, who have been enjoying your company these past few months," she said, smiling, running her slender fingers over my chest, moving them down until they were almost touching my crotch.
"I'm not leaving until tomorrow. If you want, tonight you can join that list of ladies you're talking about," I blurted out, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain control.
"That will only happen in your dreams," she replied, moving her hand again, placing it on my crotch, stroking my erection with her fingers, and then moving away from me with an exaggerated sway of her body.
"In my dreams, you are my slave girl," I commented aloud, hoping Livia would hear me. "And tomorrow, you will be my slave girl in reality," I murmured softly.
My cock was about to burst, so I looked around and saw a slave girl nearby carrying some dishes to the party. She wasn't a pleasure slave girl, the kind you might use at a party. She was a simple house slave girl, not very attractive, but with big tits. I approached her, and without saying a word, I ripped off her clothes and began groping her tits, then twisting her body and bending her over a table.
I entered her in one thrust, causing her to cry out as I felt my cock stretching her pussy, a pussy that was still tight but had obviously been used often. Surely the slave girl was a favorite of one of the house's caretakers or guards, but none of that mattered to me; I just wanted her to let off steam.
The fuck barely lasted a couple of minutes. I was so aroused that I came faster than ever, and although it wasn't something I cared about, the slave girl also had her orgasm, and when I pulled out of her pussy, she looked at me smiling, almost begging me to keep fucking her.
After fucking the slave girl, I decided it was best to head home, with no intention of saying goodbye to anyone. Just as I was about to do so, I saw Livia heading alone to one of the gardens, and all the control I'd regained after fucking the slave girl completely vanished.
I followed Livia to one of the terraces and watched her face closely. She seemed bored, as if this party held nothing exciting for her, which was normal after the games she'd been playing these past few months. I looked around to make sure no one was around, and quietly, trying not to make any noise, I approached her, grabbing her waist with one hand to pull her towards me, while covering her mouth with the other.
"I'm going to take your hand from your mouth," I whispered in her ear, knowing that she wouldn't be able to recognize my voice that way. "If you scream, I'll break your neck," I added, not quite sure what I would do if Livia did.
After removing my hand from Livia's mouth, silence reigned for what seemed like an eternity, until her voice, more confident and firm than I expected, broke it.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, as if I truly didn't know what all men want from a girl like her.
"I know about your visits to the slave market," I replied, moving the hand I had removed from her mouth to the inside of her dress and grabbing one of her breasts, pinching one of her nipples hard.
Livia's whole body suddenly shuddered, though I couldn't tell if it was from my touch or my words. For a few moments, it seemed she was about to say something, but she finally remained silent.
"I know you're going to the slave market with your friends Flavia and Claudia," I continued, moving my hand from one of her breasts to the other, playing with her nipples and feeling them harden between my fingers. "They watch while you are displayed like a slave girl for sale."
"I've seen you cum over and over again while the buyers inspect you," I said, releasing my grip on her waist and moving my hand under her dress to her pussy, finding it completely soaked. "I know your fantasies that one day Flavia and Claudia won't rescue you and you'll end up enslaved for real," I added, masturbating her with my fingers, causing the first moans of pleasure to escape her mouth.
"If you go to the market tomorrow, that fantasy will come true," I told Livia, speeding up the movement of my fingers, increasing her pleasure and bringing her closer to orgasm. "You'll end up with a necklace adorning your pretty neck, a slave mark on your thigh, and some pretty rings on your nipples, and I'll make sure you're sold to a brothel where, for a few coins, all the scum of Rome can fuck you until..."
I can't finish my sentence. Livia explodes into an intense orgasm, more intense than any I've seen her have these past few months on the market. I pull my juice-soaked fingers from her pussy and bring them to her mouth. She sucks on them one by one, wrapping them completely with her full lips, making me imagine what they would feel like around my cock, causing me to push away from her.
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As I approach Livia with a firm step, I remember the strange sensations I felt a few hours ago. For a few minutes, when I saw that she hadn't appeared, I hoped that my warning last night would prevent Livia from coming to the market, even if that meant she wouldn't be mine. But that hope is dashed when, a few minutes late, I see the three friends appear.
I stop a few feet from Livia and observe her again carefully, wondering, as I see her gaze, if she knows it's me who assaulted her last night and if she imagines what's going to happen. I observe her green eyes, which seem to glow against the sunset in the background, her body covered in sweat and traces of the oils applied before she was displayed at the market, making her seem unreal, a vision made only for the enjoyment of the gods.
Her swollen pussy, after being groped and inspected by two dozen people, invites me to bury my cock deep in a single thrust, without worrying that she's still a virgin.
But I won't. Despite all her games these past few months, despite having been on display for hours again alongside a dozen slave girls, Livia is still a free woman, although this time the game she's been playing with her friends for weeks is about to end.
I don't know where Flavia and Claudia are; I only give my men the order to get rid of them. But knowing them, I'm sure they won't have missed the opportunity to fuck them before collaring them and selling them to one of the slave traders who, without asking questions, buy the girls we capture on our various excursions. Who knows, maybe when I return to camp I'll find them there, naked and chained, with a line of legionaries waiting to fuck them.
This time, when the inspection period is over and Livia is brought down, none of her friends will be around to separate her from the slave girls and take her away. They will return home peacefully, discussing everything that happened, getting aroused as they do so, ending the night with their bodies intertwined, reaching intense orgasms thanks to their fingers and caresses.
This time, when the inspection period is over, and seeing that no one comes to collect Livia as agreed, the market manager will close an iron collar around her neck, bend her over one of the wooden tables, firmly hold her hands and legs, and brand her perfect rear end with a red-hot branding iron. In the mere ten seconds that the brand touches her skin, proud Livia will descend from the elite of Roman society to the lowest level, a mere slave girl, destined, given her beauty, to sexually serve men with every part of her body.
After branding her, without releasing her from her restraints, and although what he'd like to do is fuck her pussy, since she's a virgin, the foreman will fuck her ass, not caring that that hole is also virgin. Most people don't mind that second virginity at all. On the contrary, when Livia steps onto the auction block with her ass red and oozing cum, they'll bid even harder for her.
That's what would happen if Flavia and Claudia weren't there, but that won't happen because I'm there, and I won't allow anyone but me to touch Livia.
No one will take Livia down from her place; the foreman will free the rest of the slave girls and take them to the auction, leaving the two of us alone.
I'll be the one who, without even releasing her from her restraints, will personally place the collar around her slender neck, piercing and adorning those nipples that were hardening between my fingers yesterday.
I'm going to be the one to place my mark on her shaved pussy, then fuck her hard and bring her to her first slave girl orgasm, an orgasm she's been fantasizing about for months, but it will be very different from what she expected, an orgasm more intense and pleasurable than any she's had before, but it will also be an orgasm that will make her realize that this is no longer a game, that there's no turning back, that she is now a true slave girl, MY SLAVE GIRL, and that I can do whatever I want to her. After that first orgasm, knowing that proud Livia will resist with all her might, I'm going to fuck her ass and make her clean my cock with her mouth, cumming on her face, covering her with my semen like she was a common whore.
I know that they will look for Livia, Flavia, and Claudia, I know that they are too important for them not to do so, but I don't care, without knowing exactly what their fate has been, I know that neither Flavia nor Claudia will ever return to Rome, and I also know that when I return from Germania with Livia in six months, no one will recognize her as the submissive and obedient slave girl I will have turned her into in those months.
The End
The Fate of Flavia and Claudia
This time I decided to get closer and stop observing her from a distance, to do what I've been wanting to do since four months ago, when the market manager warned me that Livia, the most desired woman in Rome, was playing a very dangerous game that could end very badly for her.
When, minutes after the manager's warning, I arrived at the market, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw in the distance: there, hanging by ropes from a column, obscenely open, her shaved pussy like a vulgar slave girl, for everyone to see, was Livia, playing at being a slave girl for sale.
While the market manager explained to me in detail what was happening, pointing to Flavia and Claudia standing in a corner without taking their eyes off Livia, I couldn't take my eyes off that naked body, a body much more perfect than the luxurious silk clothes she wore at the parties we met at the same time suggested, more perfect even than the body I saw in my fantasies or when I imagined that the slave girl fucking me was her. That first time, I didn't do anything, nor did I do anything the following times when, warned by the manager of Livia and her friends' presence, I went to the market accompanied by several of my men, observing her from afar, making sure none of the men inspecting her went too far, and above all, discouraging the market manager's desire to put Livia on the auction block and make a fortune by selling her.
I decided to do something a month after that first visit. I ordered some of the men accompanying me, men Livia didn't know, to approach her as if they were potential buyers and inspect her, and boy did they.
My men are used to playing with slave girls, turning shy peasants or pampered nobles captured in our military campaigns into sluts eager to serve men with any of their holes.
They inspected Livia thoroughly, playing with her tits, slapping them until they were red, commenting as they did so on how the whip would mark her soft skin. They pinched and pulled at her nipples, talking about how beautiful they would look adorned with piercings, arguing about which design or material would look best on them. They played with their fingers in Livia's pussy, opening it, stretching it, testing her virginity, one of my men even put two of his fingers to her back entrance, causing Livia to give a small cry at the intrusion.
I wasn't surprised to see her orgasming while one of my men played with her swollen clitoris, the first of three orgasms she reached thanks to the touches of my men and other buyers who, attracted by the spectacle, joined in.
I mistakenly hoped that the humiliation Livia suffered by cumming three times in front of two dozen men would make her give up her games. Although at first I thought she had succeeded, since it took her two weeks to return, her visits to the market went from every seven or eight days to every four.
It soon became clear to me that Livia enjoyed being displayed and inspected like a slave girl, her orgasms thanks to the touches and caresses of the buyers becoming more and more intense. Not even when I brought two whores from a brothel I'd hired to pose as potential buyers to inspect her and bring her to orgasm, thinking she would feel humiliated by a woman's touch, did I get the reaction I expected, although I found the explanation when a few days later I followed Livia, Flavia, and Claudia and spied on the passionate lesbian games they were having with each other and with some of the slave girls they owned.
Every night I visited the market and watched Livia from afar, I returned home more aroused. Seconds after arriving home, I would call one of the slave girls to my chambers, and without any preamble or warm-up, I would fuck her hard and violently, imagining it was Livia. After that first fuck, I would spend the rest of the night playing with her, tying her up in different positions, spanking her entire body, pouring hot wax on her tits and pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm and then not letting her cum for hours, all the while imagining it was Livia screaming, moaning, and cumming in my hands.
It all started yesterday, when a couple of hours before attending a party I knew Livia would be attending, I was notified that I had to leave for Padua to lead the IV Legion and march to Germania to put down a rebellion.
I almost lost control when I arrived at the party and saw Livia, wearing a tight-fitting golden tunic, showcasing her generous breasts and exposing one of her long, slender legs. Her body was adorned with half a dozen golden bracelets and bangles, and an elaborate necklace of gold and precious stones. But that image quickly disappeared from my mind. What I saw when I looked at Livia was her body covered in a slave girl tunic, ripped to allow me to see her pierced breasts and shaved pussy, her body adorned with a steel collar and dozens of whip marks. I only reacted when I heard her sweet voice beside me.
"I've heard you're leaving for Germania," Livia told me, her body pressed against mine, allowing me to inhale her perfume, making my cock hard.
"Indeed," I replied, trying to control myself. "I won't be able to stay at the party long and enjoy your company." I told her waiting to see her reaction.
Livia blushed slightly at my words, but quickly recovered.
"I won't be the one who misses you. I'll leave that to the dozen or so ladies, some of them married, who have been enjoying your company these past few months," she said, smiling, running her slender fingers over my chest, moving them down until they were almost touching my crotch.
"I'm not leaving until tomorrow. If you want, tonight you can join that list of ladies you're talking about," I blurted out, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain control.
"That will only happen in your dreams," she replied, moving her hand again, placing it on my crotch, stroking my erection with her fingers, and then moving away from me with an exaggerated sway of her body.
"In my dreams, you are my slave girl," I commented aloud, hoping Livia would hear me. "And tomorrow, you will be my slave girl in reality," I murmured softly.
My cock was about to burst, so I looked around and saw a slave girl nearby carrying some dishes to the party. She wasn't a pleasure slave girl, the kind you might use at a party. She was a simple house slave girl, not very attractive, but with big tits. I approached her, and without saying a word, I ripped off her clothes and began groping her tits, then twisting her body and bending her over a table.
I entered her in one thrust, causing her to cry out as I felt my cock stretching her pussy, a pussy that was still tight but had obviously been used often. Surely the slave girl was a favorite of one of the house's caretakers or guards, but none of that mattered to me; I just wanted her to let off steam.
The fuck barely lasted a couple of minutes. I was so aroused that I came faster than ever, and although it wasn't something I cared about, the slave girl also had her orgasm, and when I pulled out of her pussy, she looked at me smiling, almost begging me to keep fucking her.
After fucking the slave girl, I decided it was best to head home, with no intention of saying goodbye to anyone. Just as I was about to do so, I saw Livia heading alone to one of the gardens, and all the control I'd regained after fucking the slave girl completely vanished.
I followed Livia to one of the terraces and watched her face closely. She seemed bored, as if this party held nothing exciting for her, which was normal after the games she'd been playing these past few months. I looked around to make sure no one was around, and quietly, trying not to make any noise, I approached her, grabbing her waist with one hand to pull her towards me, while covering her mouth with the other.
"I'm going to take your hand from your mouth," I whispered in her ear, knowing that she wouldn't be able to recognize my voice that way. "If you scream, I'll break your neck," I added, not quite sure what I would do if Livia did.
After removing my hand from Livia's mouth, silence reigned for what seemed like an eternity, until her voice, more confident and firm than I expected, broke it.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, as if I truly didn't know what all men want from a girl like her.
"I know about your visits to the slave market," I replied, moving the hand I had removed from her mouth to the inside of her dress and grabbing one of her breasts, pinching one of her nipples hard.
Livia's whole body suddenly shuddered, though I couldn't tell if it was from my touch or my words. For a few moments, it seemed she was about to say something, but she finally remained silent.
"I know you're going to the slave market with your friends Flavia and Claudia," I continued, moving my hand from one of her breasts to the other, playing with her nipples and feeling them harden between my fingers. "They watch while you are displayed like a slave girl for sale."
"I've seen you cum over and over again while the buyers inspect you," I said, releasing my grip on her waist and moving my hand under her dress to her pussy, finding it completely soaked. "I know your fantasies that one day Flavia and Claudia won't rescue you and you'll end up enslaved for real," I added, masturbating her with my fingers, causing the first moans of pleasure to escape her mouth.
"If you go to the market tomorrow, that fantasy will come true," I told Livia, speeding up the movement of my fingers, increasing her pleasure and bringing her closer to orgasm. "You'll end up with a necklace adorning your pretty neck, a slave mark on your thigh, and some pretty rings on your nipples, and I'll make sure you're sold to a brothel where, for a few coins, all the scum of Rome can fuck you until..."
I can't finish my sentence. Livia explodes into an intense orgasm, more intense than any I've seen her have these past few months on the market. I pull my juice-soaked fingers from her pussy and bring them to her mouth. She sucks on them one by one, wrapping them completely with her full lips, making me imagine what they would feel like around my cock, causing me to push away from her.
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As I approach Livia with a firm step, I remember the strange sensations I felt a few hours ago. For a few minutes, when I saw that she hadn't appeared, I hoped that my warning last night would prevent Livia from coming to the market, even if that meant she wouldn't be mine. But that hope is dashed when, a few minutes late, I see the three friends appear.
I stop a few feet from Livia and observe her again carefully, wondering, as I see her gaze, if she knows it's me who assaulted her last night and if she imagines what's going to happen. I observe her green eyes, which seem to glow against the sunset in the background, her body covered in sweat and traces of the oils applied before she was displayed at the market, making her seem unreal, a vision made only for the enjoyment of the gods.
Her swollen pussy, after being groped and inspected by two dozen people, invites me to bury my cock deep in a single thrust, without worrying that she's still a virgin.
But I won't. Despite all her games these past few months, despite having been on display for hours again alongside a dozen slave girls, Livia is still a free woman, although this time the game she's been playing with her friends for weeks is about to end.
I don't know where Flavia and Claudia are; I only give my men the order to get rid of them. But knowing them, I'm sure they won't have missed the opportunity to fuck them before collaring them and selling them to one of the slave traders who, without asking questions, buy the girls we capture on our various excursions. Who knows, maybe when I return to camp I'll find them there, naked and chained, with a line of legionaries waiting to fuck them.
This time, when the inspection period is over and Livia is brought down, none of her friends will be around to separate her from the slave girls and take her away. They will return home peacefully, discussing everything that happened, getting aroused as they do so, ending the night with their bodies intertwined, reaching intense orgasms thanks to their fingers and caresses.
This time, when the inspection period is over, and seeing that no one comes to collect Livia as agreed, the market manager will close an iron collar around her neck, bend her over one of the wooden tables, firmly hold her hands and legs, and brand her perfect rear end with a red-hot branding iron. In the mere ten seconds that the brand touches her skin, proud Livia will descend from the elite of Roman society to the lowest level, a mere slave girl, destined, given her beauty, to sexually serve men with every part of her body.
After branding her, without releasing her from her restraints, and although what he'd like to do is fuck her pussy, since she's a virgin, the foreman will fuck her ass, not caring that that hole is also virgin. Most people don't mind that second virginity at all. On the contrary, when Livia steps onto the auction block with her ass red and oozing cum, they'll bid even harder for her.
That's what would happen if Flavia and Claudia weren't there, but that won't happen because I'm there, and I won't allow anyone but me to touch Livia.
No one will take Livia down from her place; the foreman will free the rest of the slave girls and take them to the auction, leaving the two of us alone.
I'll be the one who, without even releasing her from her restraints, will personally place the collar around her slender neck, piercing and adorning those nipples that were hardening between my fingers yesterday.
I'm going to be the one to place my mark on her shaved pussy, then fuck her hard and bring her to her first slave girl orgasm, an orgasm she's been fantasizing about for months, but it will be very different from what she expected, an orgasm more intense and pleasurable than any she's had before, but it will also be an orgasm that will make her realize that this is no longer a game, that there's no turning back, that she is now a true slave girl, MY SLAVE GIRL, and that I can do whatever I want to her. After that first orgasm, knowing that proud Livia will resist with all her might, I'm going to fuck her ass and make her clean my cock with her mouth, cumming on her face, covering her with my semen like she was a common whore.
I know that they will look for Livia, Flavia, and Claudia, I know that they are too important for them not to do so, but I don't care, without knowing exactly what their fate has been, I know that neither Flavia nor Claudia will ever return to Rome, and I also know that when I return from Germania with Livia in six months, no one will recognize her as the submissive and obedient slave girl I will have turned her into in those months.
The End
The Fate of Flavia and Claudia