by Fey, Lilly
Lucilla yelled in shock. She wasn’t expecting the High Priestess to put her tongue inside of her. She could feel the Priestess moving her tongue inside, trying to lick as much wetness as possible.
Without even noticing it, Mila walked over to Lucilla and placed her hands on Lucilla’s arms to keep her in place. Lucilla didn’t even realize how much she was thrashing around.
“No, no, it’s alright Sister Mila, I believe I’ve gotten an adequate sampling.”
And just like that the High Priestess lifted herself from between Lucilla’s legs.
“Lucilla, you tasted delightful. I must say, the Emperor will be very pleased. You are ready.”
In a daze and still feeling heavy with need, Lucilla looked up at High Priestess in disbelief and confusion.
“What just happened? What was that about? Why…why did you do that to me?”
The High Priestess nonchalantly walked to the door to exit the room, but then stopped to respond to Lucilla.
“Why, because we had to make sure you are satisfactory for the Emperor. As we said, he is very particular and it’s absolutely necessary that you not only look presentable, but you must taste and smell pleasing as well.” The priestess paused and then added, “And you will be more than satisfactory.” And with that the High Priestess walked through the door and exited the room.
Lucilla whimpered in frustration. She actually found herself almost eager to see the Emperor so that she could finally have a form of release. If the priestess’s job was to get their victims in a place of painful need and want, then they were doing their job.
Mila helped Lucilla rise from the table, while the shorthaired priestess placed a sheer laced robe on her shoulders. It was beautiful, much like the one that Mila was wearing earlier.
Hesitantly, Lucilla asked, “So, what happens next? Am I to meet the Emperor now?”
“Yes, very soon. Once your escort arrives, you will be taken to meet with the Emperor.”
Lucilla shuddered with both anticipation and fear. The idea of having to give her body to this man, no matter who he was, sickened her, but her body was so excited that she couldn’t help but be anxious for what was to come.
She found her thoughts suddenly drifting to the Captain. She wondered if he was going to be her escort? If he was, she was going to have a few words with him. Lucilla was fairly certain that he was responsible for her being there and she blamed him solely for everything.
“Come Lucilla, let me brush your hair”
Lucilla’s attention snapped back to the present. She saw Mila waiting by the table with a brush in her hand. Lucilla gave a small smile and walked over.
Mila combed Lucilla’s hair in silence until they heard a knock at the door. Mila went to the door to answer it. It was little Callista.
“Hello, Sister Mila, the escort is here for Lucilla,” Callista said eagerly. She then looked over at Lucilla and waved. Lucilla waved back half-heartedly. She didn’t have it in her to be mean to the little priestess. Little Callista didn’t know what they were doing to her.
“Thank you, Callista. Please tell the soldiers that we’ll be with them shortly.” Callista quickly turned and ran back to the door in the main courtyard to pass along the message, while Mila turned back to Lucilla.
“It’s time to go, Lucilla. Are you ready?”
“Probably not, but I wasn’t given much of a choice, was I?” Lucilla asked while she walked over to Mila.
Mila silently turned around and began walking down the hall towards the courtyard. Lucilla followed in silence.
“Lucilla, I’m sorry you feel the way you do. I can only hope that you can feel a small bit of honor for being chosen to bestow your…gifts onto the Emperor. “
Mila paused and then continued almost shyly, “I also hope that it wasn’t such a horrible experience to have me…prepare you for the Emperor.”
Lucilla felt her cheeks burn red, but she had no response. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to respond to that. Was she supposed to reassure her captor that she was molested well?
Just as she was about to respond, she found that she and Mila were in the same courtyard that she was dropped off at earlier, although now the evening moon was high in the sky. Lucilla felt her stomach tighten in nervousness. She was scared, but eager to get it all over with.
Mila walked to the main door and opened it. Lucilla couldn’t see through the door but could hear Mila speak.
“Captain, how are you?” Mila asked.
“I am well, sister. I’m here to pick up the girl.”
The girl? Lucilla didn’t have a name? She was just the girl that he heartlessly kidnapped.
“Of course, she is in here and ready for an audience with the Emperor.”
Lucilla quickly walked to the door and was immediately staring at the Captain.
“Hello Captain, good to see you again. Abduct any defenseless women since I’ve seen you last?” Lucilla asked curtly.
The Captain’s blue eyes stared Lucilla down and then he responded evenly, “Hello, you are looking…better.”
“Oh! You’ve noticed? The Vestal Virgins have the most amazing hands. They can make the most common girl feel magical,” Lucilla said with a mild dose of venom.
The Captain’s eyes lowered briefly and scanned Lucilla’s almost bare body. The sheer robe concealed very little, but Lucilla was too proud to cower in front of the Captain. His eyes rested on her round breasts for only a second before he met her gaze. “I agree. The priestesses of Vesta are most magical and did a wonderful job,” the Captain said with a bow and Lucilla could have sworn she saw a smirk.
Lucilla wanted to punch him in his nose.
Rather than let the conversation continue and perhaps risk getting angrier, Lucilla abruptly burst through the door and stood next to the Captain and the two additional guards, waiting for their instruction.
“Sister Mila, thank you for both your kindness…and gentleness…during my captivity. You were a far cry more humane than some other people.”
The young priestess smiled and bowed her head deeply, “The pleasure was mine, Lucilla. Enjoy your time with Caesar.” And with that she nodded to the Captain and then closed the door.
Before the guards or the Captain could begin escorting her, she looked at the Captain and then slapped him across the face.
“It was you, wasn’t it? Were you the one who took me from my stand? It was you who abducted me, wasn’t it? Well? Answer me!”
The two guards standing next to him immediately moved towards Lucilla to hold her back, but the Captain motioned for them to stand down. He then paused and then looked at her silently.
“Well, why! Why did you do it? You had no right!”
The Captain slowly walked towards her, his large frame becoming more apparent as he loomed over her.
“I do what I must as a servant of Rome.”
And with that he started walking down the hall, not bothering to look back to see if she or the other guards were following. Lucilla looked at the guards and then scrambled to catch up to the Captain.
“Why me though? Were you stalking the market place looking for a clueless woman to abduct? Or was it more personal? Was I wearing something not to your liking? Were my candles offensive to your nose!”
While still walking and looking forward, the Captain replied, “It has nothing to do with you or your candle stand. I know Caesar’s taste and I knew that you would satisfy his.”
“What gives you the right?” Lucilla could feel herself getting more angry and heated by the second.
He turned his head and looked at her and responded, “The Empire.”
This made Lucilla silent for only a little bit, but she then asked with a quiet voice, “I just don’t understand. He is the Emperor, why does he need a Captain of the Roman Empire to abduct women for his pleasure? Aren’t there hundreds of beautiful women throwing themselves at him every day?”
The Captain had no answer for her. He continued to walk down the g
reat hallway. She still had more questions running through her head. What would happen to her after she met with the Emperor? Would she be allowed to go home? What of her mother? Where was she?
Before she had a chance to assault him with more questions, he abruptly stopped in front of a very plain and unassuming door. He proceeded to unlock it and walked in. Lucilla paused and looked to the other guards as they pushed her to move forward into the room. One guard followed her in while the other remained outside.
The room was dimly lit and decorated sparsely to say the least. It wasn’t until after the Captain lit an additional lantern in the room that she noticed the table in the middle of the room.
“What is that doing there?” Lucilla demanded. Sitting in the middle of the room was a table very similar to the one that the sisters used on her during her “grooming and inspection”. What was she doing in this room with that table? Was she not going to meet the Emperor now so that he could have his pleasure with her? Where was the bed? She was expecting…more.
The Captain looked at the table absently and replied, “I thought you would know what that is. I thought the sisters prepared you?”
Lucilla fidgeted nervously and responded, “Well, I’m familiar with it, but I was under the impression that it was only used for…grooming purposes.”
“Well, I can’t speak of its grooming purposes, but I do know that the Emperor prefers this table…to more conventional means.”
“You mean, like a bed?” Lucilla asked sharply.
The Captain smiled and bowed in response. Lucilla found herself wanting to punch him in the nose again.
Their conversation was interrupted when the guard from outside the door stepped in.
“Caesar is on his way and will be here shortly,” he announced.
The Captain’s smile instantly disappeared and his face went back to stone. The Captain nodded his acknowledgement and ordered the guard to go back outside to stand guard.
He then turned Lucilla and almost whispered, “You will need to lay down on the table now.”
Lucilla felt her insides tighten with fear. She could feel herself panicking as her heart felt like it was trying to pound out of her chest. Lucilla looked around desperately, almost trying to find an escape perhaps. She knew she had no chance of escaping, but her instinct was to run.
“Lucilla, come lay down on the table…please,” the Captain said formally, but not coldly.
Walking painfully slow towards the table, Lucilla asked, “How…do you know my name?”
For an instant the Captain’s piercing blue eyes softened, “I heard the sister call you by your name.”
Lucilla nodded her head absently. She reached the table and nervously sat on its edge.
“You’ll need to lie back. The Emperor does not like delays and requires that everything is…situated upon his arrival.”
She swallowed and processed this information. This was not what she imagined at all. She had assumed that she would be going to the Emperor’s suite or at least one of his rooms that he used for …entertainment. She thought there would be a bed at least!
Lucilla looked at the Captain and nodded quietly. Looking straight at the ceiling, she lowered herself onto the table. She then carefully adjusted the sheer robe so that the front was closed. She glanced briefly at the other guard and found him looking intently at her body, with a very obvious look of hunger.
“Lucilla, you’ll need to put your legs in the stirrups now,” the Captain continued.
“What? Why can’t I wait? If I do that now, you’ll…” her voice trailed off quietly when she realized that there was no point. She would have to do what they asked of her.
While still carefully holding the two front folds of her robe together, Lucilla placed her leg in the stirrups. As soon as her feet were in, the second guard immediately slid the stirrups apart, thereby spreading her legs completely open. Lucilla screamed.
“Corporal, stand down!!”
The Corporal stood at attention and responded, “I’m sorry, Captain, but you know that the Emperor requires that the women are at ready once he enters the room, sir.”
The Captain eyed him coldly and then looked at Lucilla. Her eyes were closed. At this point, her robe was completely open from the waist down. She was completely bare and open for all to see. The Corporal was now openly staring at her and it was clear that he was getting hard just looking at her. The Captain remained quiet and looked forward at the door expectantly, while Lucilla kept her eyes closed.
Less than a minute had passed before Lucilla heard the door open abruptly. She heard the Captain and Corporal come to attention.
“Hail! Caesar!”
Lucilla opened her eyes immediately and looked up towards the door. She saw a balding overweight man walk into the room towards her. He absently waved at the soldiers and they immediately brought their saluted arms down.
His eyes were locked on her and her alone.
Lucilla swallowed back a cry. She wasn’t expecting any of this. Who was this large man? He couldn’t possibly be the Emperor? All the drawings and sculptures of him were of a strong, handsome and regal looking man. That was the only thing that offered her a small amount of solace.
Lucilla held her breath as he hungrily scanned her practically naked body. Without saying a word, he approached her and slowly brought his chubby fingers to her chest and opened the front of her robe so that her breasts were now on full display. The moment the crisp air touched her chest, her nipples hardened and became fully erect. He licked his lips and his breath quickened.
“Yes. Yes, this will be quite good,” he said anxiously.
Lucilla had to do everything that she could to hide the look of disgust and hold back the bile that was threatening to come up her throat.
The Emperor then looked at the Captain and said, “Captain, you did quite well this time.”
With that, the Captain gave a deep bow, but was careful not to look at Lucilla.
“I should like to get started now.”
On reflex alone, Lucilla tried to jerk her legs closed, but both the Captain and the Corporal grabbed a hold of her legs and kept them wide for the Emperor. Fear and shame gripped Lucilla’s voice and she wasn’t able to even voice a protest.
“Thank you so much”, the Emperor said curtly while he hastily attempted to open his tunic and robes, all while staring at the soft folds between Lucilla’s legs.
In the next moment, the Emperor was able to free himself of his robes from the waist down. Lucilla brought herself to look down and saw the Emperor stroking his member. It was hard, but it was nothing that one would associate with the most powerful man in the world. In fact, it looked almost small compared to his overweight frame.
He continued to stroke himself as he walked closer into Lucilla’s spread legs. He then lowered his head so that his face was level with Lucilla’s center and took a breath in.
Lucilla tried to wiggle away as tears started to burn her eyes. “Please… please…don’t. I beg of you, Your Highness. Please don’t…”, Lucilla whimpered.
“Shhh, my dear girl, are you not a servant of the Empire and am I not your Emperor? Does laying with your ruler disgust you? If I didn’t know better, I would say that sounds almost…treasonous.”
A tear rolled down Lucilla’s cheek, “No, Your Highness, not at all. I’m just…scared.”
The Emperor smiled, with his upper lip already wet from sweat, “No need to be afraid, this won’t inflict too much pain. You will undoubtedly enjoy it!” And with that, she felt him trying to push his nubby member into her.
Her whole body tensed and she could feel both the Captain and the Corporal press their hands deeper into her legs, not realizing that she was still trying to close them shut.
Lucilla turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to look. She could feel the Emperor fumbling and fingering with her folds, trying to put his cock into her. He started to slap her entry with his stiff member, but he wasn’t
able to slip in easily enough.
“The damn wench is too blasted dry!” the Emperor yelled in frustration.
The Emperor took a step back and motioned to both the Captain and the Corporal, “One of you lick her. Make her wet enough for me.”
Lucilla abruptly opened her eyes and looked up at the men. The Corporal released her leg and eagerly moved to do the Emperor’s bidding, but the Captain’s hand shot up and grabbed him by his arm.
“Remain as you are,” the Captain ordered.
The solider abruptly stopped and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Captain. He then bowed his head and went back to his position.
The Captain then released Lucilla’s leg and walked towards the Emperor. He then bowed, “As you command, my liege”.
The Captain turned around and walked towards Lucilla, looking into her eyes and never breaking contact. He then lowered himself onto his knees, with his face only inches away from the most intimate part of her body.
The Corporal moved to hold her legs down, but the Captain subtly shook his head no, subtle enough that the Emperor wouldn’t notice.
While her whole body was shaking and her legs quivering, the Captain gently wrapped his hands around her thighs, in an almost reassuring way.
Lucilla found herself holding her breath, while her heart raced. She continued to stare into the Captain’s eyes while she felt his finger spread her lips open. To his surprise, his fingers were greeted with wetness.
He broke his gaze to look upon her opening. He paused for a moment and then slowly slid his tongue in between her folds. He started to glide his tongue slowly up and down her lips. As Lucilla got wetter, he hungrily licked up all her wetness. The Captain’s tongue journeyed up her slit, until he was hovering over her clit. He paused for a second to look at it fully before he placed his warm mouth over it entirely.
Lucilla whimpered and her whole body jerked. Lucilla could hear the Emperor grunt in approval. With her eyes barely open, she looked over at the Emperor and saw him stroking his cock frantically.
