his eyes rolled in pleasure with every gasp of Julia’s cries.
“Ew,” Victoria grimaced. Sex theatre. That’s what this is. In an age with no television or film one must entertain themselves. This was definitely interactive entertainment. Victoria wondered about a man who would display his daughter this way, though. She looked at Cestius. Some Romans must have been completely jaded. She stood on the dais, patiently waiting for the drama to conclude. She heard the relief and heavy sighs as eventually each man who was watching came into his hands with thick gobs of cum.
She leaned back and sat on the couch and waited for Red to finish. He was more entertaining to watch. His teeth were clenched in a fierce grimace. The blue eyes told her that he resented the way his body had betrayed him. He moved faster and faster, the chain clinked behind him with every plunge into Julia. Victoria watched him, fascinated. He bored his eyes into hers as he worked his hips. The muscles on his neck stood out in corded lines as he finally froze in place, deep inside Julia. The Roman woman knew this was her cue for her best bloodcurdling scream. As Red’s hips trembled with the effort of pumping his genetic material into the woman, Cestius answered her scream with his own howl.
Victoria turned to look at Cestius, expecting that he must be experiencing the mightiest orgasm of all time. Instead she saw her demon withdrawing a short sword from Cestius’ belly. She leaped to her feet in horror and surprise. Behind her, Julia’s cries became more believable.
“Father!” she screamed and rolled from her couch and ran toward Cestius. Red’s cock was abandoned, dripping limp between his legs. A tiny puddle of the valuable semen formed on the marble floor between his feet. The big red man gasped and his knees trembled. Victoria’s knees didn’t feel so stable either. She staggered to her feet and stumbled toward the demon who now stood over the dead Roman, the bloody sword held away from his body.
“What did you just do?” she cried unnecessarily.
“He raped you,” her demon answered tonelessly.
“No he didn’t!” Victoria gasped. “He was masturbating!” She pointed at the bloody Roman, “And I only sucked the big German! Besides, you brought me here. I thought you wanted me to do that!” Her eyes were wild. This didn’t feel like a sex game anymore.
“He raped you,” her demon insisted. “In the bathhouse.” The demon’s eyes were glowing now. “I couldn’t stop him then, Maggs.” He looked at her and his voice broke. “Because I was in chains.”
Chapter Seven
Victoria sat up. She was in her bed upstairs in the lake house. Morning sun came through her opened shades and flooded the room with a cheerful golden light that did not cheer her in the least.
She put a hand to her throat. I might have dreamed that whole thing. She looked down at herself. She was wearing her flowered nightgown, the one with the ribbons that looked like rosebuds. She could not remember putting this one on.
She frowned and got up. Downstairs the coffee tasted flat and the chirping birds annoyed her. She closed the kitchen blinds against the glorious spring day outside.
She sat on her hard kitchen chair and slurped her bad coffee. She could have dreamed the whole thing. Maybe. Yes. That was it.
She relaxed and took another drag on the coffee. It started to taste a little better. She smiled and set the mug down so she could reach for the blinds. The little birds outside the window reminded her with their tiny peeps that she needed to fill the feeder again. The golden sunlight shot a beam to her kitchen table. She smiled. It is going to be a nice day, she told herself. She heard a soft metallic clink and looked down at her coffee mug.
A beautiful beaded collar in lapis and silver and coral lay in the center of the table. The sunlight made the shining silver sparkle, and the rich blues and reds of the beads glowed their rich colors. She narrowed her eyes. She was not afraid to touch it.
She took another sip of coffee and stared at it. She looked around the kitchen, expecting the demon to appear next. She wondered if he drank coffee and glanced at the steaming pot on the counter to make sure there was enough for two.
Nothing else appeared. No one else either. The next sip of coffee was stone cold.