Whore of Rome

I had no choice but to bite down upon the mattress in front of me as I was mercilessly fucked in my anal passage.

"Take it all!" he shouted to me, grabbing my collar and shaking my head up and down. "Take it all, you fucking slut!"

And then he seized up and such was the pressure on my throat I was choking.

"Yes, yes... yes," he said, releasing the grip on my neck. I began to breath again as he fell against my back, limp now, no longer full of anger. His cum spurting into me.

He nestled upon my ear and whispered. "I'm glad I was your first. I'm glad it was me who fucked away your virginity."

With these words ringing in my ear, he pulled himself from me. The absence of his dick was felt in my hole. As I heard his footsteps move across the room, I felt my ass with my hands. Cum seeped out of my hole and I felt its new stretched size: gaping and large. I had been fucked and abused, and was left to suffer the consequences.

"This is your life now," Mirthratus said. I turned to face him, walking back towards me, holding a large stick.

He pushed me against the bed again and slapped my ass. He told me, "You will never forget this new life of yours. You will never be allowed to escape."

I then felt the stick come against my left buttock – a burning pain! I screamed out and tried to move, but was limp and useless by his brute force. The stick was removed and I then knew what it was: a branding instrument.

Falling to the floor, unable to tend to my throbbing ass, I heard Mirthratus's dark laughter. He showed the stick to me and its end insignia: M for Mirthratus. Yes, he was correct, I would never be allowed to forget the shame of becoming his whore.