Victoria's Demon Lover (6 page)

     “Wow.  Nice.”  The veils were
attached to a soft belt tied around her hips.  She reached down to touch it and
realized that the belt and the veils were more like decoration than clothing. 
She was naked, but for the belted veils and the collar.  He was also nearly
naked.  The Roman leather skirt barely covered him.  He had nothing beneath
it.  She felt his hand on the small of her back as he gently nudged her.

     “Look around,” he murmured.

     She did.  The huge room was
obviously a setting for an elaborate party.  She watched as scantily clad
servants, both male and female, served drinks and fruit from trays.  Musicians
played soft music from flutes and lyres near the wall.  The reclining figures
on the floor were engaged in various acts of pleasure.  Some were actively
pumping away in sweaty exertion, but most were fondling each other and drinking
from silver cups.

     “Is this a Roman orgy?  Cool.”

     The demon shook his head. 
“Yes.  And no.  It is just a party.  The orgy is planned for later.”

     Victoria turned her head to
watch the couple pounding their hips behind her.  “They look like they think it
has started already.”

     He laughed shortly.  “At every
party there are assholes.”

     She turned to him sharply.  He
quickly composed his face to look serious again; the yellow eyes lost their
humor.

     “Here,” he said, “look.”  He
pointed to two big doors across the loom that opened slowly.  The musicians
stopped playing and most of the conversation stilled.  A Roman soldier came
through the doors, followed by several others, then one in a breastplate who
walked like he was important. This man carried a flail with short leather
thongs that hung from one end. “Be silent and watch the general,” the demon
warned.

     The general addressed the
room.  “Friends!  I welcome you to my house on this wonderful evening.   I
trust you have all been properly served and are comfortable.  The women have
been here from the start, but now it is time to bring in the men. “ Here,” he
moved his arm to indicate one of the other soldiers, “are the finest of his
men, and also some of the recent captives from the galleys.”

     With that, the musicians began
to play again as the soldiers moved aside to allow the men to enter the room. 
Victoria understood why her demon had warned her to be silent.  The men who
entered the room were chained together wrist to wrist.  They were all tall and
heavily muscled.  Some were black, their heads shaved and polished.  Others
were various shades of bronze and a few were as white as the plaster walls.
Each was completely naked except for his chains.  None looked particularly
happy to have been invited to this party.  Victoria glanced up at her demon,
hoping he might give her an explanation.

     He shook his head slightly and
kept his eyes on the man in the breastplate.  She turned back to the parade of
flesh.  The other party guests were also interested.  They sat up straighter
and the buzz of conversation dulled to a murmur.

     The soldiers attached the long
chain to two thick rings set in the wall.  The men lined up with their backs to
the plaster wall and stared out over the heads of the guests.  The general
marched up and down the row, tapping the chests and rippled abdomens with the
flail in his hand.  “Excellent.  Some of these men are the victorious
gladiators from this week’s event.  Others are fresh from the oars.  This one,”
he tapped the broad chest of a big man with red hair and white skin dotted with
orange freckles, “Is a captive Gaul.  Hard to miss this one. I had him brought
in.  Look at this.”  He used the flail to lift the man’s long red hair.  It was
the color of burnished copper and had been washed and combed carefully to bring
out the bright highlights.  “Julia has asked for this one, so he is the only
one off-limits.”  He turned and smiled broadly to his guests.  “When these are
spent, there are more in the next room.”  He raised the flail and the musicians
played louder.  This must have been a signal as many of the guests got up from
their cushions and moved toward the chained men.  Not just the women.

     Victoria looked to the demon
for an explanation.

     He pushed her to follow the
others.  As she moved she felt hands grasping at her ankles.  She stumbled and
hopped on one foot.  One of her ankles was in the hand of a man on a cushion. 
A man obviously not interested in the galley slaves or gladiators.  She wiggled
her leg, trying to release her foot, then her demon was there and with a kick
and a fierce growl he made her captor release her ankle, cursing.

     “Damn,” she exhaled, “So that
is how it is.”

     “Yes,” the demon soldier
answered with a glare at the man on the floor.  “You are not a fine lady,
Victoria.  Your collar marks you as a slave girl, so any man who catches you
can have you.  Stay by me.”

     “I will.”  She meant it.

     The captive men were being
closely examined by the guests.  Both men and middle aged women looked them up
and down.  The guests poked their bodies and stroked their muscles.  Some of
the women fondled their cocks and ticked their balls and commented on how
quickly or slowly the cocks filled and became firm.  The ginger one was guarded
by a soldier, but the others were pawed over and examined carefully.  One of
the older women raised her arm high and when she caught the attention of a
soldier, pointed to a tall man with an impressive cock, half raised from her
touch.  This man wore a metal cuff around his neck attached to a second chain
that ended in the hands of his keeper, another soldier.

     The soldier tugged him away
from the others.  “Where is she taking him?” she whispered to the demon.

     “Not far,” he answered. 
“See?  She has girls to help her.”

     Victoria moved to see better. 
Yes.  The matron might not have enough of her faded charms left to make her man
stand.  She had three pretty little slave girls following her.  One carried a
small tray with some crockery on it, one carried something in her hand, and the
other carried nothing.  The matron stood her man up against a column.  The
soldier stood by to enforce his good behavior.  One of the girls knelt between
the man’s muscled legs and tilted her head back.  She opened her mouth and took
one of his balls into her mouth.  Victoria watched as she rolled it around her
cheek, first one then the other.  The man’s cock stiffened further to the
murmured appreciation of the matron.

     Another girl stepped forward
with something in her hand.  Victoria peeked out from behind the demon to see
it better.  It looked like a dildo carved from ivory.  It was slightly curved
and the tip had been carved into the rounded shape of a man’s penis, though
somewhat smaller.  The girl moved behind the bound man and stroked the muscled
of his buttocks.  Victoria could see that he clenched them tightly against the
prodding tip of the dildo.  The matron clucked and shook her head sadly.  She
reached out and ran her hands over the man’s chest, looking up into his face. 
She said something to him that Victoria could not hear.  His buttocks relaxed. 
The slave girl rubbed the tip of the dildo with oil from one of her cohort’s
crocks, then slid it very slowly between the cheeks of his ass.  His thighs
trembled and he arched his back against the column behind him.  The girl
sucking his balls paused as the tip slowly disappeared inside him.  His cock
responded to the internal pressure by growing harder and rising higher.  The
matron smiled, still stroking him.  Her ringed fingers touched him lightly on
each nipple, then fluttered down over his pects and lower over the ridges and
furrows of his abdomen.

     The girl between his legs
began to softly lick his balls again and the girl behind him moved her hand
between the cheek of his buttocks.  The man closed his eyes and groaned. 
Victoria wondered how long it would take him to sink to his knees.  He was
shaking already.

     The matron took her hands away
for a moment and looked at him with admiration in her eyes.  So far no one had
touched his cock.  It stood thick and straight.   Clear lubricant dripped from
its tip and it jerked ever so slightly up with every gentle movement of the
dildo inside him.

     Victoria felt herself respond
to the sight, but realized this cock was for the older lady, not for her.  She
glanced at the demon beside her.  He was watching too.

     Soon the man groaned again,
and began to thrust his hips into empty air with small sharp movements.  He
could not help it.  His body was no longer under his control.  When the matron
saw this she smiled.  She moved her hands from his chest and touched the very
tip of his cock with one finger, smoothing the clear bead of lubricant around
the slit in the end.

     The captive man’s eyes flew
open and he groaned loudly, clenching his teeth.  His hips came out farther as
he arched his back, his cock reaching for that finger and begging it to touch
it again.  The matron smiled coyly at him and moved her hand away.  She
signaled for the girl between his legs to stop sucking his balls.

     Now only the dido worked on
him, every tiny thrust between the cheeks increased the delicious agony of his
need.  He tried to put his hands on his cock, but the soldier guarding him
jerked the chains that bound his wrists.  He tried again, but his thick fingers
only brushed the shaft with a feather touch before being pulled away.  He
groaned and cursed, thrusting his hips, desperate to sink his cock into
anything.

     Victoria could see the logic
in this game.  Alone, the older lady might not have received much more than a
lackluster performance from the galley slaves and gladiators.  Her wrinkles and
sagging breasts would not have caused a man to stand with any enthusiasm, but
the pretty slave girls and their concentrated effort on his body had brought
him almost to a rage.  When released, if the matron was the only cleft
available, she would be taken for an energetic ride.

     This was exactly the case. 
The matron dismissed the girl between his legs and the one holding the tray of
unguents.  Only the one on the dildo remained, and she was behind the man, out
of sight.  The matron lowered herself to the floor and lay back on the
cushions.  She opened her legs and revealed her slit, shaved hairless to appear
artificially youthful.  She tipped her head back.  From Victoria’s view, there
was nothing but her nether region and the fine silks that covered her legs. 
Behind the man, the girl on the dildo increased the rhythm of her thrusts until
the man’s breathing was loud and ragged in their ears.  An unseen signal to the
guard caused him to release the chains.  The man fell to his knees and leaped
to sink his rock hard cock into the matron’s cleft.  The dildo was left behind
in the hands of the girl who watched, disinterested.

     The matron gave a pretty
scream as the man entered her.  She raised her hips to meet him with every
thrust and her cries were as rhythmic as his pounding buttocks.  The man
growled and hissed as every thrust brought him closer to his previously denied
pleasure.  Victoria moved closer to her demon.   The arm he had around her hips
tightened on her.   The galley slave began to pant and blow hard through his
nose.  The matron screamed dramatically that she had reached her climax.  The
sound echoed many similar ones around the room.  Victoria looked around to see
that only the pale copper-haired man was still chained to the wall.  The others
were sweating and pounding away at other ladies on the cushions.  Two or three
of the chained men were bent over couches, their teeth clenched as a senator in
a toga or a soldier in leather pounded them from behind.  She watched as a
fresh line of men were brought in, and then a cluster of slave girls, collared
and dressed as she was, ready for the next round.

     The captive man in front of
her arched his back with a final thrust and his deep groan could be heard
echoing from the marble pillars.  Victoria’s knees felt weak.  He cried out
again with a final shuddering thrust.  The guard pulled him back and Victoria
watched his still hard cock emerge from the matron’s body, dripping with
seeping cum.  He had not finished.  He groaned with real frustration as his
body pumped another spurt again and again.  He grasped his rod with his free
hand and jerked quickly, finishing with a dramatic soaring spurt that landed
some feet away.  He knelt, head bowed, gasping for air.  Victoria imagined that
this had probably been his most memorable sex ever.

     The matron was helped to her
feet and Victoria stood amazed as she watched the older lady saunter off to
admire another chained galley slave, her three handmaidens ready with the
unguents, the dildo and wetted lips.

     She turned back to her demon,
hoping for an explanation, but he was watching another couple gyrate to her
left.  Victoria realized that all of the room was now engaged in one form of
copulation or another.  She felt as though she were in the center of a porn
production on a massive scale.  Another man clutched at her ankle.  She looked
down at a smiling old geezer in a stained toga.  His wine cup sloshed over a
wilted and puny penis that flopped against a jiggling belly.  She shook her
head.  Her demon noticed the hand on her leg and he nudged the old man with his
sandaled foot until he let her go.  She felt his grip on her elbow and he
steered her away from the center of the room and toward an empty corner.

     “Are you going to fuck me
here?” she asked him casually as she scanned the room for a free place for him
to lay her down.  The sight of the galley slave’s massive cock had got her
warmed and ready.  She assumed that was his purpose of having her witness the
matron’s pleasure.

     There were very few empty
places on the floor.  To her left a man and his friend were exploring either
end of a woman on her hands and knees.  To her right one of the gladiators was
being fellated by two elaborately dressed women, one on his balls and one with
his dick in her mouth.  He could barely stand.  He was bracing himself against
the wall with both hands and his eyes were screwed tightly shut and his mouth
gaped and the women sucked hard at him.  Victoria grinned. 
Those two fine
ladies will bring him down when nothing in the circus maximus could.