Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)
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				Title: <strong>Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 18:20:43</strong>
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				Marcus Anias was a powerful man. Some say that even the emperor listens to his words, others say that he will BE the next emperor.<br><br>But whatever the rumors and whatever the truth behind them, there was one thing that could not be denied. He always threw the best parties. Fuck, half of the guests usually showed up naked at this point.<br><br>"<strong>Honored guests,</strong>" he calls out from the balcony, actually dressing in mock emperor robes and getting away with it. Heck, rumor had it the emperor was here!<br><br>"<strong>It would appear there been a mistake. As you know, I try to have at least as many women in my parties as I have men- but this day I seem to have come up a little short.</strong>" he acts as if apologizing- but he knows better and so do his guests.<br><br>"<strong>Fortunately, I was prepared- I brought in a few extras.</strong>"<br><br>And under the balcony, Livia and 9 other slave girls are directed to come forward. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 20:26:19</strong>
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				Livia stepped forward, wearing nothing but a sheer robe, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell to her waist, her eyes, heavy lashes lining almost black irises. She was lucky to have been chosen to be one of the women at Marcus Anias' party. Livia knew that her looks had gotten her there, but it would take more than a pretty face to earn her a residence in the Anias home. There were rumors that the powerful man, whose home Livia had stepped into just an hour ago, like his women young and feisty, and Livia had both tricks up her sleeve. <br><br>She saw the men licking their lips, the other nine women seemed shamed to be placed on a platter, but Livia knew it was her duty to Rome. She would please the man of the house tonight, and hopefully secure herself a safe place in this city, away from the heathens at the amphitheater, off of the streets. Being a personal attendant to one of the most powerful men in Rome would be an upgrade. <br><br>Livia was the first to bow to Marcus Anias as the ten girls stepped forward. "My good man, I must thank you for honoring me with an invitation to entertain you and your guests," she said, smiling.&nbsp; "How can I be of service?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 03:16:28</strong>
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				"<strong>That's what I like to see.</strong>" he calls back, giving a slow clap in appreciation as many of the guests chuckle.<br><br>"<strong>Then let's get down to business. These 10 slave women are going to be our entertainment. Over the course of the night there will be three games, which how they do will award them points. When not games they can also score points by letting themselves be debased and used by you, my guests.</strong>" he adds, with a round of applause by the guests.<br><br>"<strong>And the best part is that they are not allowed to know what the scores are and how many point any one thing gives- only that at the end of the party the one with the most points gets her freedom, while the lowest five will tend to arena gladiaters for the rest of their short lives.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Any questions ladies?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 08:14:25</strong>
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				Livia raised her brow. She knew that she would have to completely let loose to gain her freedom. She thought quickly about the information that had been left out.<br><br>"And what about the four of us that lie somewhere in between?" she asked before she could stop herself.&nbsp; Feeling immediately that she crossed a boundary, she bowed deeply and excused herself. "I beg your pardon," she whispered. Livia hoped that her remark would not cost her in the end. During her time as a slave, she had learned quickly that keeping her mouth shut was always the best idea, but Livia still struggled with keeping her thoughts to herself. <br><br>When she looked back into Marcus Anias' face she half expected to be slapped, but she would be prepared for it, if his hand was coming, surely she had received a more severe beating then what he was going to give her for asking the question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 02:24:33</strong>
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				Marcus grips her chin, forcing her to look up. Now was not the time to appear weak, but he did ask if there were questions.<br><br>"<strong>Nothing in the middle, wouldn't it be?</strong>" he remarks like talking to a dunce child.<br><br>"<strong>Not as good as freedom, but better then groups of gladiators. Maybe just one, or maybe just me.</strong>" he chuckles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 07:36:17</strong>
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				Livia looked intently into his eyes, licking her lips and smiling at him as he spoke. She knew that ultimately she had to please him, and she would. She rolled her hips towards him as the other women began to drift away towards groups of men. He was more masculine then all of the other men she had 'worked' for. Her fingers danced down his chest before she spun around and rubbed&nbsp; her nearly bare ass against his lap.<br><br>"Find me," she whispered over her shoulder before taking a step away from him towards the other guests. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 06:45:22</strong>
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				Heh. He wonders if she has any idea what she's just gotten herself into.<br><br>Marcus Anias. Jokingly referred to as "The Hound of Rome". Officially, it was because between his old army contacts and quick wits he was amazingly good at sniffing out threats to security.<br><br>But truthfully, it's because he's notorious for his willingness to mount any bitch pleasing to the eye that crosses his path- and when he's not sniffing out security threats he's sniffing out pussy.<br><br>"<strong>No need.</strong>" Marcus chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist. Pulling her in front of him, he makes her face the crowd below his balcony and smiles.<br><br>"<strong>Because you just volunteered to put on a show.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:57:25</strong>
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				Livia inhaled sharply when Marcus pulled her close to him, because she wasn't expecting his touch. She looked into his eyes over her shoulder, not sure what to expect in his expression. It was hungry and lustful, and Livia knew that she was in for it. She could handle it, surely she had suffered worse. His strong arm around her waist excited Livia, she could tell that he would be rough, and she was a bit of a masochist.<br><br>"And what kind of show did you have in mind, my good man?" she asked, again pressing herself against his hard body. If he wanted her to cry and admit defeat, he had the wrong girl. Livia would do her very best to enjoy everything he threw at her. She had to participate in everything he asked her to, so she might as well enjoy it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 12:03:06</strong>
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				Marcus responds by pulling down her tunic in a quick pull, rendering her nude from the waist up before she can even say a word to complain. His hand then goes goes behind him and he snaps his fingers- servents begin bringing out a wooden bench covered in sheepskin.<br><br>"<strong>I fuck you like a distasteful whore in full view of my guests. THAT kind of show.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 02:21:19</strong>
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				Livia's eyes narrowed as the servants brought forth the bench. She knew the she had heated the wrong man. Refusing to give into his sexual bullying, Livia turned to face him, her chest bare, and she untied the last string on her robe, letting it fall to the ground.<br><br>"Distasteful?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "We will have to see if you still think that after you taste me."<br><br>Livia could see the irritation in his eyes, but she was ready for a battle with him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 08:20:14</strong>
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				Turning her back around, Marcus calls out to his guests a few simple words.<br><br>"<strong>A Challenger!</strong>" he taunts, groping one her tits while the guests cheer- or at least the ones that don't have their mouths full. Unclipping a clasp on his own robe, it falls and soon he's as nude as she is.<br><br>"<strong>You have a lot of pride for a slave bitch,</strong>" he snickers- his other hand then moving toward her pussy.
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				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 20:45:01</strong>
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				"I do not mean to be pridefull," Livia bowing her head ever so slightly. "I just can't resist challanging a worthy opponent."<br><br>Livia squirmed a little bit under his touch, his strong hands and large frame made her feel tiny and weak. Luckily this was not he case. Marcus Anias' reputation was no secret, not even from a poor slave. Livia had heard about his insatiable sexual appitite, and she was determined to feed it.<br><br>Livia leaned here bare back against his chest and whispered to Marcus, so no one could hear. "I am yours to enjoy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 22:46:50</strong>
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				"Then start with the pride of Rome,[/b]" he says with his first demand. If there's any doubt as to what he means, his hands work upwards. Taking a moment to grope her breasts his hand finally reaches the top of her head were he gives a push downward.<br><br>"<strong>Let's see how much you are willing to please me, slave.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Livia, Of Rome (Svetlana and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Svetlana</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 02:14:44</strong>
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				Livia easily went to her knees, licking her lips and looking up at Marcus's face. His throbbing member was only inches from her lips, and she ran her hands up his muscular legs. She wrapped one of her small hands around the base of his cock and then she gave him a little squeeze. She smiled as he winced under her touch. <br><br>"I believe that I will be able to please you more than you are giving me credit for," she said before running her tongue along the length of his dick. Squeezing him again, she took his head into her mouth. She felt him quiver as she slowly took all of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, knowing that it would not be long before he would be coming close to the edge.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 02:58:33</strong>
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				Marcus raises an eyebrow as she lowers, the gives an intake of breath when she begins. Alright, yes. She is more able to please him then he gave her credit for. The crowd below cheers as she starts taking his cock into her mouth.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, I admit it. A talented tongue on you slave. A few bonus tallies for you if I release my seed into your mouth in- hmm. . .5 minutes?</strong>"
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