<sup><strong>Cappius - Favoured slave</strong></sup><br/><br/>Jupiter pulled his phallus out from the depths of Venus, gave it a few strokes and moved in behind her, spooning Venus. Then he slid one of his hands around to the front, probing her vestibule for warmth and wetness, rubbing her clit with unpredictable movements. His other hand is not  idle. After dipping a finger in her wetness, it steals back to her ass, to find her anus. “Just relax and breathe, Juliana,” he whispered in her ear, and with a gentle push, Jupiter drives onward through her porta with his finger, preparing her for what to come.<br/><br/>Not that Cappius didn't enjoy the acting, but the fact that he was a slave came back into his mind, his body speaking a language of sin and decadence, his mind another.<br/><br/><em>Cappius looked at the audience as he changed position, frowned at them, grimaced with disgust behind his mask, wished he could send them all to deepest pits of Hades, where they could suckle the poison from a gorgons cock for the rest of eternity. To them, Cappius was nothing but a slave, perhaps an amusing one at best, for as long as he danced their tunes and crawled before their feet. To Cappius, they were maggots and vermin, worthy of nothing but spite. They were sucking on Romes mighty cock, and Cappius wished that they would choke as Rome would start pissing down their throats and in their faces. </em><br/><br/>His foul thoughts disappeared as soon as he returned his attention to Juliana, as he prepared her nether hole for penetration.