gardenoftortures:- “Cunt, I hope you have to eat pussy like you ma
gardenoftortures: - “Cunt, I hope you have to eat pussy like you made me do,” Lady Lucilla Prebius’ former slavegirl yelled at it before spitting in its face. That still remained in Lucilla’s mind days later as it marched with the other girls in its coffle to their new life as slaves of the victors. Its former slave, actually the property of the Man which it was the free companion of, would have been executed had the guards of the slave had heard or seen what it had done to the still Lady Prebius before the chain of the slave’s separate coffle tightened and pulled the slave out of spitting range of the Lady Prebius. Although a captive, the girls in coffle that included the Lady Prebius were not yet slaves, their thighs have yet been kissed by the branding iron. But that is coming very soon. Lady Prebius began to sob again as if had off and on since being captured. Fortunately it had not seen the death of its free companion Marcus Prebius, but it had seen much of the slaughter of the Men of its now destroyed city. All the Men were now dead and all the girls like Lady Prebius not killed in the attack were now in coffles heading to their new lives. The Lady Prebius had future concerns to make it cry. It knew justice would be fulfilled on it if it was bought by a couple in a free companionship. It had been excessively cruel to Cora, the barbarian slavegirl that had spit on it. Countless times it had tortured Cora when Marcus Prebius was not at home. The Lady Prebius knew how much Cora loved worshipping the gigantic cock ot is free companion. The Lady Prebius replayed in its head the last time it had been cruel to Cora. “Would Cora like to worship my companion’s cock?” it cruelly asked the slavegirl, both knowing that Marcus was not home. Cora obediently knelt in tower position before its mistress; nude as always indoors except of course for its collar which bore the name Marcus Prebius. “Yes, mistress!” it answered with a moan to be followed by eyes tearing up knowing what was to come. “Now don’t be bashful, Cora. Get those pretty legs apart. I want to see how wet you are for Marcus,” Lady Prebius requested although, of course, it was an order that could not be disobeyed. Cora obeyed immediately, no hesitation. It knew better than to dally. “Oh my, Cora! You may have to wipe up the floor! Your cunt is making a mess!” Lady Prebius teased the mentally tortured slavegirl. Lady Prebius pulled up its robes to waist level. “What a coincidence! I, too, am dripping wet!” Lady Prebius exclaimed. “Now I know my clit is not near as large as Marcus’ cock,” Lady Prebius pointed out the obvious. “But it will have to do, won’t it, Cora?” it asked with a fake frown. “Yes, mistress,” Cora answered, tears now streaming down its cheeks. “Worship me, barbarian slut!” Lady Prebius shouted, its face transformed into a look of hate. “Yes, mistress,” Cora said, almost in a whisper before it obediently began to lap at the cunt of one of its owners. Lady Prebius looked down at Cora looking up at it. “Here is some Master’s reward for you, Cora,” it said with a fake smile before it sent a wad of spit down on the tear-covered face of Cora. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Lady Prebius apologized disingenuously. “That isn’t Master’s reward, is it?” The replay finished in its mind, Lady Prebius burst out into a full bawl just as the walls of the victorious city came into view of the coffle. It knew it deserved the most cruel slavery on Gor; that of being a paga slut in a tavern. -- source link