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Chapter 7
When she woke up, she found that she was still in the frame and was still stretched tightly. There was no cock in her mouth. There was no cock in her ass. There was no hand in her sex. And nobody was spanking her ass or biting and stretching her nipples.
But she was still in the frame and she felt the strain of being stretched tightly. She felt a flash of pain on her left breast and then another one on her right. She opened her eyes and saw the two sisters holding candles over her chest and letting the wax slowly drip onto her breasts.
She raised her head and groaned at the sight that she saw. A lot of wax had already been dripped onto her and it seemed like the sisters were trying to encase her precious mounds in the stuff.
She heard Caesar’s voice. “Welcome back to the living, girl.”
She looked beyond her breasts and saw him standing between her spread thighs, his huge heavy cock pointing out threateningly from his groin. She trembled as she felt another splash of the wax on a breast and then responded.
“Thank you, my master,” Diana replied.
“I am told that people found you to be quite pleasing tonight, little one,” he said. He stepped forward a little and Livilla reached over, gripping his cock and guiding it to Diana’s sex. A stream of hot wax poured from her candle onto the vulnerable breast as Livilla moved, causing Diana to gasp. She gasped again as the huge cock slid into her pussy, filling her completely.
She whimpered as Agrippina dripped more wax onto her other breast. “Master, the wax is hot. It is hurting me.”
“We are almost finished, Caesar,” said Agrippina. “Just a few more spots.”
“Why do you want my breasts covered, Master?” Diana asked. “I thought that you liked to play with them.”
Caligula chuckled as he started moving his cock back out of her, only to thrust it back in. “I do like to play with them. And I like to play with this too.” He indicated what ‘this’ was by flicking her clit with a fingertip.
“And this,” he said as he spanked a bottom cheek.
“And this,” he continued as he pushed a finger into her bottom, eliciting a squeal from the bound girl.
“And this.” He leaned forward and brushed a finger across her lips before sliding it into her mouth.
“And this.” He gave her belly a slap. “I like to play with every part of my precious pet.” She squealed again at the spank.
“Then why do you conceal my breasts?”
“I will answer that shortly,” he said. “But first, let us talk. I am told that you are a goddess.”
Diana took a deep breath. This was an important moment for her. It was the moment that might raise her out of slavery. “Yes, my Master. I am Diana.”
“Why have you never told me that, girl?” he asked her as his cock sliced in and out of her taut body.
“I did tell you that, Master,” she said. “I told you that on the night that you bought me.”
He furrowed his brow and she could tell that he was thinking. “I thought that those were just the rantings of a silly slave girl who simply wanted to be released.”
“No, my Master,” she said to him. “I am truly Diana.”
“If you are a goddess, then how did you become my slave?”
“I became your slave because you bought me, Master.”
“How could you be bought if you are a goddess?”
“Any god or goddess can be enslaved when they return to the earth and assume a mortal’s form,” she answered, thinking as quickly as she could. Honestly, she did not know if that was true or not. But it was time to start spinning tales. “I woke up after entering my mortal form and was immediately captured. Then I was sold and you bought me, Master.”
“I see,” he said but the expression on his face indicted that he clearly did not.
“How do I know that you are Diana, girl?” he asked her.
“Your sisters can tell you of my prowess with a bow,” she said and she saw both sisters nodding in agreement. “Only the goddess of the hunt can do what I do.” There was more nodding.
“Or I can show you myself, Master,” she continued.
“And surely you have noticed what I have done with your gardens and your crops,” she went on. “Only the goddess of fertility could turn your soil so fertile.”
“Yes, yes,” he said giving her a dismissive wave. “I have known all along that you truly were a goddess.”
The sisters continued to drop the wax onto her breasts but she did not feel the heat at this point. All of the flesh of her firm mounds was coated so that now the extra wax simply made the coating thicker.
It felt strange to Diana. She felt as if her breasts were being constricted. Maybe the wax shrank as it cooled. Whatever the cause, it was distracting to her.
“Master, the wax is uncomfortable,” she complained.
“Hush, girl,” he said. “It is necessary. The royal sculptor has requested it.”
Diana blinked. The royal sculptor? Why would the royal sculptor want to have hot wax poured onto her breasts?
“I don’t understand, my Master.”
“You will see, little one,” he said as he continued to piston in and out of her with his massive shaft. “I am also a god.”
Diana blinked again. She remembered how Caligula had declared himself to be a god. He even had the heads removed from a number of statues of gods and had his own head placed on top of them.
“I did not know, Master,” she replied. “When did this happen?”
“I have always been a god,” he declared as he watched his thick manhood disappearing into her tightly stretched body. “But I informed the world of it tonight. The word will spread quickly throughout the empire now.”
“I did not know, my Master,” she repeated. “But I still don’t understand why the royal sculptor would want to have my breasts punished.”
“I have decided that, as a god, I should have a goddess as my wife,” he continued. “My sisters are making a mold of my wife’s breasts to help the royal sculptor make a statue of her.”
Diana opened her eyes wide in surprise. She wasn’t sure what she was hearing. Now she was really confused. But the confusion went away after Livilla and Agrippina each leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
“Congratulations, Diana,” said Agrippina. “Now you will be our sister.”
The confusion might have left her as the meaning of Caligula’s words sank in. But the surprise did not. No, it wasn’t surprise. It was more like shock.
“I will take you as my wife,” he announced as he tensed and filled her sex with his hot seed.
“Ohmigod!!!” wailed Diana as her own body was wracked with another powerful orgasm.
“Celtic again,” smiled Livilla knowingly at her sister as Diana let out the strange words.
“Wow!” thought Diana as she regained her senses. She certainly had elevated her station in life! She had only been trying to get released from slavery. She had never dreamed that she might become an empress.
The next month was a whirlwind of activities as the wedding was planned. The first change to occur was the removal of her golden cuffs. She would continue to wear the collar as a mark of her exclusivity to the emperor. But an empress would not need cuffs.
She was given clothing to wear. And it was beautiful clothing that was elegantly stitched and embroidered. She still went naked when she helped in the gardens. After all, they had all seen her body before. Plus, she did not want to soil her fine clothes.
And she was naked for the many sittings before the royal sculptor while he worked on the two statues he was making of her. That was pure agony as she had to remain as motionless as possible. She always seemed to develop an itch somewhere on her body that would cause her to eventually move, only to be scolded by the sculptor. Then he would step forward and reposition her correctly so that he could continue his work.
And she was still naked at the orgies which continued to be held almost every night. But the rest of the time, she wore her elegant clothing around the palace and around town.
Finally, it was the eve of their wedding day. She was naked and was sitting in a throne beside Caligula’s throne. Agrippina was kneeling beside her throne and Diana was holding one of the full, lush breasts in her hand, enjoying the heaviness of it. Livilla was kneeling on the other side of Caligula’s throne.
It was a smaller group than normal with only twenty other people in attendance. But she was happy that it was such an intimate gathering when Caligula made his announcement.
“Behold the goddess Diana,” he started as he pointed down at her nudity kneeling before him. “Tomorrow, this goddess becomes my bride.” Diana could hear pride in his voice and that made her feel proud as well. “Tonight, she is yours to enjoy.”
Diana gasped at the news and glanced around the large room. A larger group would have done permanent damage to her at an event such as this. Even a group as small as this one was going to be a challenge. She knew that she would be exhausted by the end of the evening.
Throughout the evening, she was fucked. She was sodomized. She was fucked and sodomized at the same time. She was fisted. And she had no idea how many blowjobs she had given or pussies she had eaten. She was sure, though, that many had come back for seconds during the party because there was no point during the evening that she was idle. She was always involved and active in some lewd and decadent way.
Caligula entertained himself with his two sisters again . Diana watched them when she could but was too busy most of the time to be able to see them. She knew that she should be upset that her new husband had other lovers. But with her two new sisters, it somehow just seemed right. They were family, after all.
Plus, this was ancient Rome. Having extra lovers was what they did. No, she could never allow herself to become jealous.
She was exhausted when the orgy finally ended in the wee hours of the morning. The sisters took her to bed with them and tried to make love with her but she was spent. She fell into a deep sleep and did not awaken until the next day when it was time to prepare for the wedding.
The wedding itself was wonderful. She had never attended a Roman wedding so she had no idea what to expect. But it was thrilling to her. It was a festive event that was full of entertainment and laced with ceremony.
Her gown was beautiful also, what little of it there was. It was a scoop neck full length gown with gold and gemstone highlights. It was something like what she might see an actress wear to the Oscars, although the neckline for the Oscars would have been much more modest. Her neckline scooped so low that her entire chest was on display for all of the revelers to admire. She was surprised at her outfit, but not embarrassed. She had spent so much time naked in the past months that merely showing off her breasts seemed almost tame.
She was not even embarrassed by how the ceremony ended, although she knew that she should be. After the priests had declared them to be husband and wife, Caligula consummated the marriage. He lay Diana on the stone altar at the front of the temple and then mounted her, fucking her in the presence of all of the wedding-goers. He spewed his seed into her and then she licked his organ clean and they stood and took a bow to the cheering of the congregation.
She knew that she should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. She supposed that all of the orgies had numbed her sense of modesty and morality.
The orgy followed and, once again, she was the belle of the ball. Cocks pounded into her as she licked pussies and sucked on cocks and balls. She was an animated ball of sexual energy and she thrilled at all of the erotic delights.
And then it happened. She was bound into a frame with her legs spread wide and in the air and her head dangling downward. But something malfunctioned. The frame fell apart and she crashed downward, crumpling to the marble floor, unconscious.
Chapter 8
Diana opened her eyes slowly and was assaulted by bright lights that caused her head to throb. Everything was out of focus but she could see the blurry outline of a head framed with long dark hair.
“Agrippina? Livilla? What happened?” she asked in Latin.
“Oh, Diana! You’re awake!” the head replied in English.
“Who are you?” asked Diana, still speaking Latin. She was very confused now and her head hurt. “Where am I?”
“Diana, what are you saying?” the head said, still using English. Diana felt a palm pressed against her forehead. “How do you feel?”
Finally, Diana switched back to her native tongue. “My head hurts,” she responded in English.
“It should hurt after what Brandi did to you,” said the head.
“Agrippina, is that you?” asked Diana. “What is brandy?”
“It’s me, Di,” the head said, responding to the first question. Slowly, it was coming into focus. “It’s Heather.”
At last, Diana could see. She saw the beautiful Heather leaning over her, just inches above her face. Diana turned her head and looked around, “Where am I?”
“You are in the hospital,” said Heather.
“But what am I doing here?”
“Oh, that’s right. You wouldn’t know,” was Heather’s reply. “She hit you from behind. You never would have seen it coming. But don’t worry. Brandi got kicked off the team.”
“Brandy?” asked Diana, confused.
Heather reached out again and placed her hand on Diana’s breast, squeezing it gently. “You remember Brandi… the one who called you Big Tits.”
“Oh yeah, I think so,” murmured Diana as her eyelids slowly closed. “Mmmm, that feels good. Keep doing it.”
Heather opened her eyes wide in surprise and pulled her hand back quickly. She had not even realized that she had touched her teammate so intimately. Diana was as straight as anyone she had ever met. She liked being touched like that?
Heather slowly stretched her arm out again and placed her palm over the firm mound that was under the hospital gown. “Really, Di?”
“Mmmm, yes,” whispered Diana. “It feels so good.”
Heather gave the breast another tentative squeeze. Despite professing to be an accounting eunuch, Heather was bisexual and loved coupling with either sex, although she genuinely preferred female partners. She had longed for Diana for three years but always viewed her as unapproachable. Now she was being invited to squeeze her captain’s breast!
She held it for long moments before starting to squeeze it again. It felt every bit as wonderful as she imagined. She heard Diana cooing in her sleep as she palpated the generous mound and then became more adventurous. She squeezed it a bit harder and then heard Diana talking in her sleep.
“The nipple,” murmured Diana.
Heather moved her fingers to the nipple, which she could clearly see tenting out the material of her hospital gown. Fingers circled it, causing the little bud to stiffen even more. Heather lightly gripped the little nubbin and rolled it back and forth.
“Mmmm,” cooed Diana. “Nice.”
“Yes,” whispered Heather as she continued to toy with the nipple. “It’s very nice.”
Diana was kept one more night for observation and then was discharged from the hospital.
“Oh, I thought I lost these,” said Diana as she picked up the clothes that she had been wearing at practice. The hospital had laundered them and folded them neatly. She held up each piece before putting it on. “Hmmm, they aren’t even torn.”
“Why would they be torn?” asked Heather as she was enjoying the view of her naked team captain as she inspected her garments. Heather had caught glimpses of Diana’s body in the locker room in the past but had never gotten to view her very well. She knew that Diana was beautiful but hadn’t realized how spectacular her body was. “You were clobbered over the head; not attacked by wolves.”
“I’m just surprised that they’re intact,” said Diana as she buttoned on the skirt. Now she was standing topless and Heather’s heart was racing at the sight of the beautiful, succulent breasts that were still exposed. “I thought they tore them.”
Heather crinkled her nose as she thought. What was Diana talking about? “Who is they?” she asked.
“Claudius and Octavius,” answered Diana as she leaned forward to position her breasts correctly in the cups of the bra.
“Who are Claudius and Octavius?” asked Heather, truly confused now. She had never even heard of the pair.
“Just a couple of guys I met on my trip,” Diana replied. Heather sighed as the wondrous orbs were concealed from her sight.
“What trip?” asked Heather. “Where did you go?”
“To Rome,” said Diana as she stood up after tying her sneakers onto her feet. “And then to Capri.”
“When did you go to Rome?” Now Heather was really confused. She had never mentioned a trip to Rome. She could imagine that Diana would dream of those places, given her major. She wondered where accounting majors would go in their dreams. Davos, maybe? Wall Street?
“What did you do in Rome?”
“A little bit of everything. And a lot of sex,” was Diana’s response. This brought a blush to the cheeks of both girls. “Lots and lots of sex. Oh, and I became the empress there too.”
Heather drove Diana home and stayed for lunch. The first thing that Diana did when she got to her apartment was to get on the internet. She did a web search on Caligula and gasped at what she saw in the listings that she found.
“Gaius (Caligula) is believed to have had five wives, although there continues to be confusion and controversy over the fourth one,” the online encyclopedia said. It listed the first three wives and described how each of them died: poisoning, hanging and childbirth. Then it had this entry:
“Near the end of his reign, Gaius declared himself to be a god. One month later, he was married again. It is said that he wedded the goddess Diana.”
There was a link to Diana and she clicked it. She gasped again at what she saw when the next page filled the screen. There were pictures of two statues of the goddess: one marble and the other one bronze. The goddess was naked and it was easy to see that she had been the model for the statues. These were the two statues that the royal sculptor had been working on while she posed for him.
“Come here, Heather,” she called out. “Look at this.”
Heather ran into the room and leaned over Diana’s shoulder, looking at the computer screen. “What about it? Some old statues.”
“But look closer,” said Diana. “Do you recognize her?”
Heather did lean in a little more and Diana recognized the moment that it dawned on Heather what she was looking at. “Ohmigod, Di!!! It’s you!!!”
“Yep, it sure looks like me,” nodded Diana.
“Nice tits!” exclaimed Heather.
Diana laughed. “Thanks. You should have seen them making the mold. That was sure different.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Heather. “Are you saying that really is you?”
“Well, it’s not me,” said Diana. “It’s just a statue. But it’s a sculpture of me.” She went on to tell Heather about her adventure; or her dream. She wasn’t sure how to think about it at this point.
She described how she had been captured and how she was convinced that she was in a mental institution. She told of how she was sold and then bought by the emperor. And she talked about the many months of her slavery and how it ended when she married Caesar and became the Empress of the Roman Empire.
“Wait!” said Heather at one point. “They really had orgies?” Diana had told her about the frequent orgies but she left out most of the details.
“Oh yeah; big time,” nodded Diana. “They definitely liked their sex and the more perverted it was, the better.”
“I wish I could have been there,” sighed Heather. “Sounds like fun.”
Diana turned her head and kissed Heather’s cheek. “Thanks. I wish you had been there too. But you told me that you were asexual. You called yourself an accounting eunuch. You would have been pretty uncomfortable there. The orgies were pretty lewd.”
Heather wrapped her arms around Diana and squeezed her before cupping her bra-encased breasts and holding them. “Trust me. I would not have been uncomfortable at an orgy with you.”
Diana thought for a moment before acting. She was surprised by Heather’s behavior and words. But she also now had a huge sexual neediness. She stood up and turned, wrapping her arms around her teammate and pressing her lips to hers. “So you think that you would like to orgy with me, do you?”
“Mmmm,” murmured Heather into her captain’s lips. “I do, I do.”
“Ha!” said Diana. “We’ll see about that!” She reached up and started unbuttoning Heather’s blouse. Once it was open, she pushed it off her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. She paused to see how Heather reacted but the junior just reinitiated the kiss from earlier.
Diana continued until she had her auburn-haired teammate standing naked in her apartment. She lowered herself to her knees and reached out, letting her fingers glide down Heather’s bald mound. “I love this look.”
Heather blushed. “Thanks. It makes me feel sexy.”
Diana leaned forward and kissed the mound. “You are definitely sexy, love.” She then trailed her fingers lower, letting them glide over Heather’s petals which were already slick with arousal.
The two of them never left the apartment for the rest of the day. They made love and Heather was amazed at the way her previously straight teammate devoured her hungrily, using her tongue and fingers to raise her to orgasm after orgasm.
“You are amazing, Di!” observed Heather as they cuddled together after countless orgasms. They spooned with Heather lying in front as Diana held her breast in her palm.
“I’m supposed to be amazing,” replied Diana as she gave the soft, plump orb a squeeze. “I’m a goddess; and an empress to boot!”
Heather laughed and flipped around until she was facing Diana. She leaned forward and kissed her captain as her hand traveled up Diana’s thigh and then rested on her hip. “Don’t say that too often or you might find yourself in that mental institution that you dreamed about. But I agree. You truly are a goddess.”
Diana kissed Heather on her lips as her hand moved up and covered her teammate’s right breast. “Before all of this happened, I can’t imagine that I would do anything like this.”
“Like what?” asked Heather as she moved her hand and squeezed Diana’s rump.
“Like this,” repeated Diana as she gave the breast in her hand another squeeze. “Like making love to you.”
Heather giggled and gave Diana’s bottom a spank. “You aren’t making love to me. I’m making love to you. I’m worshipping a goddess.”
“Well, it wouldn’t have happened,” repeated Diana. “How long was I out?”
“About three days,” said Heather as her hand roamed all over Diana’s bottom cheeks. “We were very worried about you.”
Diana nodded again. “Yeah, I was pretty worried about me at times too. It’s not easy to get used to being a slave.”
“Ooooo!!!” cooed Heather. “So does that mean that you’re used to it now? Maybe you could be my slave.”
“Ha!” chuckled Diana. “Yeah, I got used to it. But I’m a goddess now. I can’t be a slave.”
Heather stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “Goddesses can’t be slaves?”
“It’s not polite to enslave a goddess,” Diana answered and kissed Heather again, giving one of her nipples a tweak for good measure.
“But you said that Caligula enslaved a goddess,” Heather gasped at the surprise pinch.
“He didn’t know I was a goddess when he bought me,” explained Diana. “And as soon as he found out, he married me.”
“That’s amazing,” gushed Heather. “I still can’t believe that you were the Empress of the whole Roman Empire! Does that make you a Caesarette?”
Diana laughed and pulled her lover closer. “It made me well fucked. I need it now. Lots of it.”
“Oooooo!!!!” squealed Heather excitedly. “Well, I got lots to give.” She pushed on Diana’s shoulder, rolling her onto her back and then dove between her thighs. Heather was busy slurping away by the time Diana even knew what was happening. But it was not like she would have protested or resisted even if she did know. She just propped her head up with a pillow and watched her beautiful friend feasting on her needy pussy.
“I would love to do my doctoral thesis on what I learned while I was away,” said Diana after she recovered from her first orgasm. “But I don’t think that my firsthand knowledge would be very well accepted in the citations.”
“You were there, love,” said Heather as she stroked her tongue up between Diana’s petals again. “Nobody alive knows more than you do.”
“I want to go back,” said Diana. “I want to go back to Italy. Let’s go together this summer. I’ll show you where I was sold and we can go to the palace where I was held, if it’s still there.”
“I want you to show me one of the orgies,” said Heather, and then she plunged her tongue into Diana’s sex. “I want to spend a night on an orgy barge.”
Diana sucked in her breath as the tongue stabbed into her, feeling the familiar waves of arousal washing through her body. “I doubt that they do that anymore, love. It’s such a shame.”
“Yeah,” said Heather as she flicked her tongue over Diana’s clit. “It’s a real shame.”
The end
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