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Julia's Tale (M/f, oral, n/c, cons, violent)


Julia luxuriated in the warm bath, preparing herself for Elias.
Tonight Elias would make her truly his, already a bond existed between
them stronger than any chain. From the house high on the hill she
could see the Red Temple, where her journey to this night began almost
two years ago. A shiver ran through her as she remembered in detail
the events that brought her to his bedchamber. 


- - - -

Part One - Betrayal


Julia entered her father's study after hearing him call for her as she
returned from the market. Fear coursed through the Sixteen year old's
body as she saw the Red Temple priest sitting behind her father's
heavy wooden desk. Her father sat in one of the smaller chairs in
front.

"Yes Father," she said with some trepidation.

"Come in child," the priest said. Beckoning her with his hand.

As she stepped farther into the room a clank caused her to turn. A
heavily armored Red Temple Centurion stood behind her, blocking the
only exit from the room. Two other guards stood against the back wall,
their scarlet sashes declaring their loyalty.

"Yes. I think she'll do nicely," the priest said then motioned with
his hand.

Before Julia could react the two guards seized her arms, pulling them
behind her. Even as she struggled against them she saw her father
break down in sobs. She doubled her efforts as they buckled leather
cuffs around her wrists.

"Gently Gentlemen," the priest said to the guards. "Let's not damage
the goods to soon." A wicked smile played across his face as he spoke.

"Father. Please don't let them take me," Julia plead.

Her father raised his head from his hands. "I have no choice," he
said. "If I refuse they will simply have me killed and take you
anyway."

"Your father knew the consequences of not paying his debt," the priest
said.

He stood up and came around the desk, red robe flowing around his
ankles. Julia flinched as he reached out to lightly stroke her cheek.
The guards gripped her arms tighter as the priest let his hand trail
down to cup her breast. His eyes locked on hers as he fondled her.

"Yes. You'll make a fine addition to our stable," he said in a light
almost sing song voice. He then turned to her father, his voice taking
on a harsh tone, "Sign the papers."

Tears clouded her vision as she watched her father pick up the quill
and dip it in the inkwell. Her sobs matched his as he signed the
document before him. With one final pinch of her breast the priest
stepped back to the desk, signing his own name on the document then
signing another page. He rolled the first document, placing it in his
satchel, then handed the second one to her father.

"Your debt sir is paid in full," the priest said with sarcasm. "It's
been a pleasure doing business with you."

Without a glance backward the priest turned and walked out of the
study. The armor clad guard preceding him, the two guards holding
Julia following, bringing the reluctant and crying girl with them.
They exited the back of the house and headed down the stone steps
leading to her family's private dock. A large Red Temple boat was tied
to the pier and Julia redoubled her efforts to escape even as the
guards lifted her over the side and dumped her unceremoniously onto
the deck.



Julia felt the rumble of an engine as they pulled away from the dock.
One of the guards gripped her arm, pulling her to her feet as the boat
reversed course and surged forward into the wide river. The guard
pulled her into the small cabin and stood her in front of the priest
as he reclined on a small fabric covered divan. The priest sat up a
little, licking his lips and making Julia tremble in fear.

"Let's take a look at what we've bought. Shall we," he said gesturing
with his hand.

Julia caught movement out of the corner of her eye. A black haired
girl, not much older than she was, approached holding a small silver
knife. Even as the knife glinted in the afternoon light, Julia noticed
that the girl was naked, save for a red collar indicating ownership by
the Red Temple. In fear she tried to step back, bumping into the guard
and almost losing her balance. The guard gripped her arms, holding her
steady as the slave stepped up to her. The slave smiled a little,
licking her lips with an evil glint in her eyes. She brought the knife
up and slowly sliced off each button from Julia's blouse. Pulling out
on the collar of the blouse she cut the material down each arm,
finally pulling the garment from her body and discarding it like a
used rag. Julia trembled even more as the slave slipped the blade
under each of the straps of her bra, cutting them loose. She trailed
the tip of the knife over Julia's breasts then with a glance and smile
at the watching priest cut the strap holding the cups together. 

Julia closed her eyes in shame as the bra dropped from her body. For
the first time since she was a baby someone other than her mother was
seeing her naked body. She felt the slave's lips touch her breast and
tried to pull back, only to have the guard grip her tighter still and
chuckle at her weak attempts to escape. The slave licked her nipples
then blew a soft breath onto them. She could feel them constrict and
get hard even as the slave kissed a trail down her belly. A whimper
finally escaped her lips as the slave deftly cut the waistband and
material of her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her in nothing but a
pair of white panties and her sandals.

"Please no," she cried as the slave gripped the sides of her panties
and began lowering them.

"Silence!" the priest ordered. "Punish her."

The young slave left her panties pulled down just enough to expose the
top of her sparse pubic hair and stood up. Her hand swung, striking
Julia on her left breast. A second swing made contact with her right
breast.

"No," Julia cried.

"Again," the priest responded.

Julia fought the urge to cry out as the slave struck her breasts
again. A tiny whimper of pain and tears spilling from her eyes her
only response. The slave kissed her breasts again before dropping to
her knees and pulling the panties down her legs. Lifting each leg in
turn the slave slipped her final garment off, taking the sandals with
them and discarding them on the deck of the cabin. 

The slave spread her legs, slapping the inside of her thighs when she
resisted. She looked down seeing only the black hair of the slave as
she felt lips kissing the inside of her thighs. Julia felt the touch
of the slave's lips as they made contact the secret place between her
legs. The lips of the slave traversed up along the lips of her labia,
even as she brought a hand up to gently probe at the opening of
Julia's sex. She felt slight pressure as the slave slipped a finger
into her. The slave stopped pushing in when she came up against the
barrier of Julia's hymen. 

"She's a virgin," the slave said, speaking for the first time and
turning to look at the priest.

"Excellent," the priest replied sitting up. "Her father evidently
didn't know the value of his own child."

He motioned with his hand for the guard to bring her closer, the slave
kneeling at her feet quickly sliding aside. Julia trembled as the
priest slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, letting out a cry
when the man slapped her as she tried to twist away.

"You'll learn to never resist a man's touch," the priest said as his
finger danced around her pussy lips.

"No," Julia whined. "I'm pledged to the House of Prometheus."

"Now you're pledged to the Temple of Eros," the priest replied his
finger penetrating ever so slightly. "Your body is much more suited
for sex than healing."

Tears flowed down her cheeks as the priest pushed his finger into her
sex, his thumb rubbing over her clit as the tip of his finger touched
the barrier of her maidenhead. The guard held her tight as his free
hand stroked up over her stomach and gripped her breast. A slap on the
side of the breast reminding her to stay still when she tried to twist
away.

"Yes, you'll learn," he said leaning back with another slap to her
breast before letting go.

Julia watched as he opened the front of his robe to reveal a rock hard
penis. She felt the guard forcing her down and dropped to her knees in
front of the priest. He motioned with two fingers and the guard forced
her forward, bringing her mouth to the tip of his penis. The guard
shifted his grip, now holding her by the hair, her head held still
even as she struggled to move it away from the priest's phallus. The
young slave that had stripped her climbed onto the divan, her face
moving to look into Julia's eyes. She watched as the girl's pink
tongue snaked out to flick the tip of the priest's penis, a smile on
her face as she did so. The guard pulled her ba penis disappeared into
the girl's mouth.

"Your turn," the young slave whispered after disengaging her mouth
from the priest. "Suck my Master's cock into your mouth and show him
what a good slave you'll be."

"No," Julia cried even as the guard forced her head down.

"Suck it," the girl said sharply.

Julia cried, "No!" as best she could while keeping her mouth clamped
shut. The watched in fear as the slave slapped her face, the impact
stinging her cheek. Twice more the slave struck her face, bringing a
cry of pain with the third blow. Before she could close her mouth the
guard shoved her forward and the priest's cockhead slid into her
mouth. Even through her fear and certainty that she would be punished,
Julia bit down on the penis.

"Bitch!" the priest roared, shoving her head away.

The guard pulled her to the center of the cabin, keeping her kneeling.
The priest said something to the black haired slave, to low for her to
hear. The slave kissed his penis then climbed off the divan and walked
to the other side of the room. She returned with a rattan cane,
swishing it through the air as she stepped in front of Julia.

"Ten," the priest said from where he reclined.

The guard lifted her to her feet, holding her arms tight as the slave
leaned forward to kiss each nipple. She then stepped aside and looked
to the priest. At his nod the girl turned and swung the cane, striking
Julia across the top of both breasts. It took an eternity before
Julia's mind registered the pain that ripped through her body. Even as
a scream of agony escaped her mouth the slave lashed out with a second
well placed stroke. A pause, then two more strokes on the underside of
her breasts. Through the tears and fire of agony, Julia watched the
slave lean forward to kiss her nipples again. The girl licked and
sucked on each nipple causing them to rise even against her will. 

The dark haired slave winked at Julia, or was she winking at the
guard, as she quickly brought the tip of the cane into contact with
first the left and then the right nipple. Julia felt the air escaping
her lungs in a loud keening wail as the newest pain ripped the breath
from her. She tried desperately to curl into a ball as the final four
strokes lashed her stomach. The guard holding her upright even as the
slave once more kissed her abused breasts.

"Watch," the guard whispered in her ear. "Watch and learn."

Julia opened her eyes to see the slave kneeling beside the priest, his
hard penis in her hand as she stroked it slowly. The girl brought her
mouth to the tip and sucked it in. Julia dared not turn away or close
her eyes, a quick glance up showed that the priest was watching her
even as the girl swallowed his penis.

"A slave must know her place," the priest said raising his hand to
rest it on the girl's head.

Once more the priest motioned for the guard to bring Julia forward. He
lifted her with little effort and half dragged her to kneel before the
priest. The young slave pulled her mouth off his cock as the guard
once more forced Julia's head down.

"Bit him again and it'll be fifty," the girl said. "You'll wish you
were dead by the time I'm finished with you."

Again the girl slapped her face when she refused to open her mouth.
The guard twisted his hands in her hair and shoved forward as she
screamed. Julia tried to use her tongue to force the vile thing from
her mouth as the priest's penis slid in.

"Suck it," the slave ordered her, leaning forward to plant a kiss at
the base.

The guard forced her head down, the rigid flesh sliding deeper into
her mouth. She tried desperately to break free, all the while knowing
that it was futile. The priest's penis touched the back of her throat
causing her to gag, even as the guard eased the pressure and let her
head up. Julia glanced up to see a smirk on the slave girl's face as
the guard once more shoved down, forcing her to take the penis down
her throat again. As he eased back the slave leaned forward to kiss
the penis as it slid from Julia's mouth, her eyes glinting with
amusement at Julia's weak struggles. She didn't fight as the guard
lowered her head once more. His grip loosened when it became obvious
that Julia's will had been beaten down. The slave's hand replaced the
guard's on the back of her head even as she pulled back slightly.

"Close your mouth and suck," the slave whispered. "You must please
Brother Lazaro or you'll be punished."

With the sting of the cane still fresh on her body, Julia did as she
was told. She closed her mouth and sucked in even as the slave guided
her mouth down onto the priest's penis. The priest sighed and the
slave giggled as she continued to raise and lower her mouth on the
shaft. Every time Julia would lift her head the slave girl would lean
in to kiss the shaft of the priest's penis. Julia couldn't understand
why the girl was so willing, her body showed no marks from the cane.
Surely she didn't enjoy this. The boat rocked and Julia almost lost
her balance.

"Hurry," the slave said. "We're almost back to the temple and if he
doesn't cum we'll both be punished."

That answered one of Julia's question. The slave was so willing out of
the fear of being punished. She felt the slave's hand wrap in her hair
as she quickened the pace. A moan from the priest caused Julia to look
up once more. His eyes were closed and a grimace on his lips. She knew
the instant that she saw it that she was destined for more punishment.
If only she knew what she had done to cause him such pain. His penis
swelled even as she saw his face contorted in pain. A hot sour liquid
shot to the back of her throat causing her to choke. The young slave
pulled her head back by the hair, her free hand reaching to grip the
base of the penis. Julia glanced down just in time to see a load of
white fluid shoot from the tip and strike her in the face. A loud
groan coming from the priest as yet another jet struck her lips. The
slave saved her from anymore hits in the face from the priest's penis,
she quickly lowered her own mouth over the shaft and sucked it all the
way down her throat. Julia tried to blink the hot sticky stuff from
her eyes, not at all sure what was going to happen next.

The slave finished sucking the priest clean of his cum, then turned to
Julia. She licked her face, even as Julia tried to turn away. Julia's
stomach did a twist as the slave shoved her cum coated tongue into her
mouth. The guard resumed his holding of her hair as the slave
concentrated on licking her face clean. The boat rocked again as the
slave's tongue slid between Julia's lips. A moan from the slave caused
her to shiver, surely this creature didn't enjoy what she was doing?

"Come," the priest said. "Let's show our toy her new home."

The slave pulled away from Julia even as the guard lifted her to her
feet. With the guard holding her arms, she followed the priest out of
the cabin and onto the deck. She was surprised to see the slave girl
almost dancing as she headed outside. Julia tried to resist as the
guard carried her up the small flight of steps. The spring sun felt
warm on her breasts and Julia realized that her naked body was on
display to anyone watching from the shore. Off to the left and just
ahead she could see the bright tents and banners of the slave market
nestled below the massive stone walls of the Red Temple. A shiver ran
through her body when she looked forward, a huge demon face glared at
her from the water side wall of the temple. She saw it's jaw opening,
huge white fangs forming the portcullis raising to allow the boat to
enter. 

Even as the boat passed she heard the chains clanking to lower the
fangs. Her eyes grew wide with wonder at the size of the cavern below
the Red Temple, even more so at the huge electric lamps that brightly
lit the space. The boat came to rest at a small dock off to one side,
a couple of naked men quickly lowering a ramp to the deck. The slave
skipped up the ramp, her hands reaching out to fondle the penis's of
the two slaves as they stood steadying the ramp. The priest followed
with the guard practically carrying Julia as they left the boat
behind. A small carriage awaited them, four naked women providing the
locomotion. The slave girl that was on the boat climbed into the
driver's seat as the priest climbed aboard. The guard lifted Julia
onto the back, forcing her into the corner of the small space.

Julia heard the slave say, "Giddy up," as the carriage started to
move. The guard held Julia against the rail, his hand fondling her
breast even as he held onto the rail with the other. The true vastness
of the cavern slowly dawned on Julia, even thought the carriage was
traveling at only a brisk walking pace it was taking a long time to
cover the distance. The wealth of the Red Temple also began to sink
in. Everywhere she looked gas and electric carts were moving people
and crates around. Not that there wasn't a profusion of slaves as
well. In alcoves and open rooms she could see naked men and women
working at some unknown task. Eventually the brightly lit cavern gave
way to a less bright corridor. Julia looked behind her as the carriage
continued on, she could see the corridor ran down at an angle taking
her deeper into the bowels of the temple.

The carriage rocked to a stop and the guard immediately pulled her
from the platform. Julia had no choice but to walk forward into the
darkness, the guard followed the priest who in turn followed the young
slave as she skipped ahead to open a heavy steel door. Her breath
caught in her throat when she saw what adorned the doorframe through
which she was being led. Human skulls, that she had no doubt were real
surrounded the door.

"Ah, Brother Lazaro, welcome," a short black robed man said as they
entered.

"Brother Muerte, good to see you," Lazaro said. "I brought a special
new slave for training. She's a virgin and I expect her to remain so
during her stay. Be careful though, she bites."

Muerte? Death? Surely she misheard the name of this new man. She
jumped in fright as he reached out to touch her, his sharp fingernails
scratching her skin. His fingers wrapped around her nipples as he
pulled her close to his face.

"You'll be good won't you my dear?" he asked.

"Please don't hurt me," she whined as he tightened his grip.

The most evil laugh she had ever heard came from his lips. He let go
of her nipples only to slap her face. He reached up to bring her face
forward again when Julia tried to avoid his second blow.

"By the time you leave here you'll have prayed many times for death,"
he hissed. "Anything anyone asks will be your pleasure to preform for
fear of a return visit. You'll beg the man that buys the right to take
your virginity." He looked over to Lazaro, "Such a delectable morsel.
I'll have to track her down after her first time and see how well
she's learned."

"Yes, I look forward to a session with her myself," Lazaro replied.
"To help reduce the temptation though, I think I'll leave Shawna here
for your pleasure."

"No! Master please don't leave me here," Shawna, the dark haired slave
cried out.

He gripped her hair and forced her to her knees before responding.
"Yes, my pet. You've been getting quite insolent of late. Treating the
other slaves as if they were yours. No, it's time that you were
reminded of your place."

He looked up at Brother Muerte, who had stepped behind Julia and was
fingering her asshole. "When you tire of her, send her to the commons.
I'll find her there if I don't choose another favorite in the mean
time."

"Of course my friend," he replied. "This one is quite docile already,
by Saturday night she'll be ready to have her virginity auctioned
off."

"I'll leave you to your work," Brother Lazaro said, shoving Shawna to
the hard stone floor.

"Stay still," Muerte whispered in Julia's ear.

She watched as he stepped up to the crying Shawna and lifted her to
her feet by her hair. Shawna knew better to resist, even as the door
closed with a heavy boom she slumped her shoulders and let Muerte lead
her to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. Julia watched as he
secured her arms outstretched to the attached cuffs then turned the
crank that lifted Shawna to her tiptoes. He returned to Julia, leading
her over to a raised platform near the bound girl. 

"Kneel my little pet," he said with a gentle tone to his voice.

Julia kneeled, keeping her legs together as best as she could. Muerte
would have none of that, his sharp fingernails bit into her legs as he
pulled the knees wide apart. He did something and the platform raised
even higher, giving him access to her bound wrists without need to
bend over. He pulled down on her wrists, forcing her to settle further
down. A snapping sound let her know that her arms were secured in this
rather uncomfortable position. He stepped back around, his eyes now
level with hers. His hands reaching to fondle her breasts.

"Yes. You'll be fun. So soft, so tender. Watch," he said, followed by
the evil laugh as he turned away.

From beneath his cloak he produced an evil looking multi-strand whip.
It's strands whistling as he moved it through the air. Julia watched
as he swung the whip, it's strands wrapping around Shawna with a loud
crack, a cry of pain quickly followed by a second stroke. As much as
she desired she could not turn away from the spectacle of the girl
being whipped. The black cloaked Muerte, she was sure now that was his
name, worked the whip over Shawna's body. Some lashes landing harder
than others, all bringing forth a cry of pain. Still Julia jumped each
time the whip landed, she knew that all to soon he would use that same
whip on her flesh. She watched as Shawna slumped in her bonds, her
arms taking all her weight as he legs gave way from a blow that landed
between them.

Unfazed, Muerte stepped forward and lifted Shawna's legs one at a
time, securing her ankles to the same hooks as her wrists. Her cries
of pain reduced to mere whimpers and moans as he worked the whip over
spread thighs and directly on her exposed vagina. He returned the whip
to it's place in the folds of his robe and moved between Shawna's
spread legs. Julia couldn't see what exactly he was doing, but was
quite certain he was fucking the girl as she swayed in rhythm to his
thrusting hips. With a groan, he stopped his movements. Julia might be
a virgin but she wasn't stupid, she knew he was filling her body with
his seed. 


Muerte turned from the girl and lowered the cables holding her,
letting her back settle onto the cold stone floor but keeping her arms
and legs stretched upwards. As he walked toward Julia he loosened the
whip once more from his cloak.

"Ah, now we can begin with your training," he said a smile on his
face.

"Please don't," Julia begged.

"Ah, but I must," he replied with feigned reluctance. "If you aren't
trained properly they will banish me to some temple where the whores
are ugly." He paused to give her a sad little pout. "Besides, I do
love the sound of a young girl's screams."

The whip lashed out, striking Julia across her breasts. The pain
ripping a cry from her as Muerte lashed her again. In her position she
was unable to collapse from the pain, the chains keeping her from
falling forward. Tears streamed from her eyes as the whipping
continued beyond endurance. She ceased to feel the additional pain,
only registering the pressure from the blows with grunts and whimpers.
Her eyes shot open when she felt his hand grip her pubic hair and
begin pulling. Her fresh cries of pain not hindering his attack as he
ripped the hairs out by their roots.

"I'll have to shave you, then I can have a bit of fun with these," he
said pinching her labia. 

He reached around Julia to unhook her arms from the platform, his
tongue flicking over a nipple as he did so. The platform lowered and
Julia found herself being forced to stand as the evil little man
gripped her hair and pulled he upright. With barely any strength left
she had no choice but to be led over to a table where he unlocked her
wrists and roughly shoved her onto her back. Before she could even
think to try and escape he hand pulled her arms over her head and
secured them to rings set in the table top. She kicked futilely as he
gripped her legs and locked them to chains hanging on either side of
the table.

Julia turned her head and watched as he wheeled a metal cart over to
the side of the table. He picked up a thin black leather covered
paddle, tapping it on the outside of her leg as he stepped to where
her legs were chained. It took a few seconds for the pain to register
when he struck the bottom of her foot with the thin paddle. She
clamped her mouth shut, fighting the urge to cry out even as he struck
a blow to her other foot.

"Scream my child," he hissed. "It will only get worse until you scream
for me."

"NO!" Julia cried through clenched teeth, refusing to give in.

Muerte gave up on the paddle after a dozen blows to the bottom of her
feet failed to bring more than a grunt of pain from the girl. Julia
saw the evil glint in his eye even as she saw the glint of metal as he
picked up the spiked wheel. His evil laugh raised goose bumps on
Julia's skin as he brought the device to her foot. He started at the
top of her left foot's big toe, moving the sharp points down her foot.

"Oww," Julia cried. "It hurts. Please stop." Her voice getting louder
and more plaintive as the pain increased.

"Scream. Scream loud," Muerte said as he switched to her right foot.

With every fiber of her being she tried to resist the scream that was
welling up inside her. The scream when it broke was the loudest of her
short life. Once started she could not stop, her cries and screams
unheeded as Muerte moved his attack to the inside of her thighs. Every
few minutes she would open her eyes when the pain would subside, only
to see Muerte changing the point of his attack. Finally it was over,
Julia was reduced to mere choking sobs from his onslaught. With a loud
clank, he tossed the implement of torture onto the table. 

The cool sensation on her pubic area brought Julia back to full
awareness. The evil little priest was serious about shaving her and
had already spread cream over her pubic hair. Julia struggled to lift
her head as she watched him bring a straight razor to bare inches from
her unprotected sex.

"Don't struggle my pet," he said as he deftly shaved off her pubic
hair. 

Julia let her head drop to the hard table top, to weak to struggle.
She could feel his fingers as they caressed her sex, a tiny whine all
she could manage when he pinched her clit. A cool washcloth cleaned
away the last of the shave cream. He ran the moist towel up her legs
washing off the small drops of blood that had been raised by the
passing of the sharp wheel. 

"You'll be good now, won't you?" he asked, his fingers gripping her
clit and pinching.

"Yes," Julia replied, knowing that it wasn't over.

"Good. Good," he said, letting her legs free from the chains and
locking them together with a short chain.

He unlocked her wrists, twisting them behind her as he forced her to
sit upright. From the tray he retrieved a collar and fastened it
around her neck. A black leather leash clipped to the collar and he
pulled her from the table. Julia almost screamed again when her feet
touched the ground, the pain that had subsided returning with a
vengeance. She was almost thankful when he pulled her back to the
platform and had her kneel once more. As he stepped in front of her
after securing her arms once more to the base, she could see the whip
as he loosened it from his robe. Mentally she prepared herself for
another whipping. The platform lowered, bringing Julia's head level
with his crotch. 

Muerte brought his puny penis out and stepped forward. Before the
nasty thing had touched her lips, Julia could smell the putrid odor
that emanated from the man's crotch. The whip struck almost as soon as
he stepped back when Julia refused to open her mouth. Before the
scream could end he had stepped forward and his manhood was in her
mouth. Julia gagged on the odor and taste, unlike Lazaro's penis,
Muerte's was small enough to fit into her mouth without touching the
back of her throat.

"Suck it my little toy, or it's more of the whip," he said.

Julia steeled herself, she would rather die than be plaything for
these evil men. She knew she would probably be killed even as she bit
down with all her might. Muerte's scream was louder that the loudest
she had made earlier. His body rocketed backwards even as his hand
struck the side of Julia's head.

"Bloody fucking bitch!" he yelled. "You'll wish you had never been
born," his voice full of anger and anguish.

Clutching his groin he almost ran from the room. Julia slumped in her
bonds, praying for death to come take her before he returned. The
guard that had brought her entered the room, he walked over to Julia
chuckling.

"So you like to bite?" he asked.

Julia said nothing, waiting for him to take out his sword and cut her
throat. Instead he produced from his belt a strap of leather with a
ring in the middle. Before she knew what was happening he had gripped
her jaw and forced the ring between her teeth, the strap going behind
her head to hold it in place. Standing before her he fished his penis
from his trousers, the thing growing larger even as he slipped it
through the ring and into Julia's mouth.

"Yes, suck it," he said.

With all her strength she tried to bite down, the ring preventing even
closing her mouth slightly as the guard pistoned his cock in and out
of her mouth. After an eternity she felt the guards penis swell and
choked as his semen shot to the back of her throat, she had no choice
but to swallow. The guard pulled his penis from her mouth and without
another word turned and left the chamber.





End Part One