rush, incomprehensible desperate pleas for release from the unremitting stimulation of our pleasuring hands. Suddenly her bounding hips lifted, and she held herself there, stretching out her limbs to the limits for the longest possible moment of ecstasy, before she exploded in a furious bucking, her wild and frantic gyrations yanking on her bonds, uncaring, as a long, plaintive cry escaped her lips.
Her violent reaction fired my lust. I attacked her vulnerable pussy, fondling her mercilessly while my two cohorts grabbed her tits, massaging the slick mounds. Helva shrieked and hollered for us to fuck her in guttural German, and again in Latin, for those were a few of the words she had learned With a cry of sheer ecstasy, the big blonde threw back her head and climaxed. Her body was racked with a huge shudder, followed by spasm which yanked at the taut lines suspending her in space. Then she collapsed and lay slack, sagging, her breasts quivering. A shiver of aftershock ran through her depleted body. Then her moans became softer as she slipped into the warmth of a delightful afterglow.
She lay quietly now, eyes closed, features calm, her slack body perfectly still except for the movement of her gradually subsiding breasts. But she was not to be permitted to rest for long-at least, not while masculine needs were left unattended.
Accordingly, we stepped forward. Decimus and Valerius, their rockhard pricks swaying in the air, each took a hand and placed them on their aroused manhood, so that she held them both by their cocks. Meanwhile, Quintus, who stood at her head and had, until now, taken no part in the proceedings beyond occasionally slipping his fingers through her long blonde hair, now placed his hands on the sides of her face and tilted her head backward. When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring directly at Quintus’s rigid cock, which stood at attention just inches from her face. For a moment she seemed dazed, uncomprehending. But Quintus gave her no time to think He rubbed his prick on her face and pressed the head demandingly against her open lips.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth, straining upward toward the turgid shaft. Quintus allowed her to take it between her lips and pull on him, drawing his shaft into the warmth of her receptive mouth. He grunted, tight-lipped, and let her work him over as he grabbed a handful of silken hair and drew her head down on him. Holding her face between his hands, he moved his hips and began to fuck her pretty mouth.
The dreamy expression that crossed his face told us the girl had a lively, talented tongue. As she sucked off Quintus, the insatiable sex slave gripped the other two men and, holding on tightly, began to jerk them off, pumping her fists with frenzied determination.
With a ragged cry, Decimus threw his head back and pulled free of her grasp. Grabbing his throbbing prick, he held it aimed at her tits, while Valerius followed suit, erupting and sending spurts of semen onto her chest and belly. Once again swept up in the grip of passion, Helva tossed her head from side-to-side and moaned as their seed rained down on her thrashing body. Her second orgasm was smaller and sharper than the first a brief quivering, punctuated with a sharp yelp of delight And then she lay still, all the tension drained from her sagging body. And I saw a look I had never seen on Helva’s attractive blonde features: the unmistakable smile of sexual satisfaction.
Meanwhile I had my hand between her splayed legs and slowly massaged the soft folds of her sex. I studied don the bedraggled figure hanging limply before me. Her hair was soaked, her warm face bathed in sweat It ran down her chest, mingling with the oily lubricant which covered her body with a golden sheen. The highly charged sexual performance had drained the girl, but I was still at the height of arousal, burning with feverish lust, fired with a deep, rutting need to lay into her throbbing, wet cunt.
My cock was aching with lust as, burning with impatience, I clamped my hand on her hot, damp womanhood. The spent female stirred and whimpered Her lips worked as she mumbled something I didn’t understand. It made no difference. Stepping up to bring my hips near her hanging loins, I squatted a little till the crown of my prick came into contact with her netherlips. I rubbed the swollen head along the slick protruding lips, while the sex-soaked woman whimpered and moaned.
With a rush of wild excitement, I bounded up on my toes, driving straight up into her in a single powerful thrust She groaned at the abruptness of the vicious stab. A low, earthy rumble trailed out from deep in her throat as I plunged in all the way and held myself in her warm, churning depths.
I wiggled my hips, tickling her innards. With a little cock action, I soon had Helva whimpering like a hurt puppy. Then I started to move more decisively, thrusting into her slick, juicy cunt, fucking her with slow, deeply penetrating strokes. The ravaged female rolled her head and stirred to life; her hips started twitching as the simmering passion fires were reawakened once more.
Now I was fucking her with a steady rhythm, a lusty, jolting tempo that had her writhing uncontrollably. Once again, she was swept up, driven toward the peak of yet another climax. Moaning softly, she urged me on, her hips bucking up to meet mine. Maddened with lust, I pounded into her, fucking her furiously, while she swung crazily in her sling. The frenzied female was oblivious now, rolling her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently in feverish whispers, then yelling out, calling on her strange gods and cursing me in her foreign tongue, but always, unmistakably, urging me on and on. Finally she let out a long, desperate groan as an all-consuming rapture lifted her up and swept her along toward a third shattering orgasm.
She came this time with a plaintive cry, cut short by a mighty shudder which racked her thin frame. A single intense thrill of pure pleasure shot through me as, with a final powerful lunge, I fired my load into her throbbing depths, flooding her innards with pulsating jets of creamy sperm, till I tumbled down the other side of my climax.
My knees weakened and I collapsed against Helva’s hanging body, draping myself over her, savoring the feel of her sweating oily flesh as I lay with my chest pressed against her warm slippery breasts. Thoroughly depleted, I lay there, plastered to her hot slick body, closing my eyes to let the blissful peace of a warm afterglow flood through me.
The shrewd slaver immediately saw the wave of excitement the introduction of these rare blonde slaves would cause in decadent Rome. In no time, Teutons would be all the rage, and the elite of society simply have to own one, or even a half dozen to grace their elegant homes. Kimar knew that the Nordic women would be especially prized and that he could demand-and get-outrageous prices for them. He looked at me very earnestly when he said, in a voice of solemn promise: “We need more of them. If you can supply me, I can make you a rich man.”
As it turned out, there were continued eruptions among the Northern tribes, as though in answer to Kimar’s prayers. Over the next few months, the gods were with us, and our frequent campaigning yielded several groups of these magnificent barbarian prisoners. Kimar was as good as his promise, so that when I was finally called back to Rome, it would be as a very wealthy man indeed.
And so I was to enter the imperial city at the head of my bevy of fair-haired slaves, rich, successful, and influential beyond my wildest dreams, to find myself embraced eagerly by the cream of Roman society. I was even summoned to the palace of the Emperor himself, extended a prized invitation to an orgy there. I planned to bring Helva, the wild barbarian of the North, who I knew would create quite a stir when she appeared at that decadent court.
Among the nobly outfitted courtiers and their elegantly dressed ladies, she would stand out, stark naked, wearing nothing but the collar of a slave of Rome-and she would wear it proudly! She would be paraded before them, unable to avoid the lusty hunger in their eyes as they appraised her splendid nude body; and with some of her fellow slaves, she might be made to perform at the whim of the Emperor and that lecherous court. Only then would she would fully realize her abject servitude, the extent of the humiliation she must endure. She would truly understand only when she was forced to enter the grand hall on her hands and knees, crawling like an animal, to make her humble obeisance, then lowering her head to touch the marble floor before the mighty Emperor of Rome.
