Filthy barbarian forced to submit to mistress and her maid

"eiji like other gladiators, he was taken to the villa of the rich Romans and put in a line completely naked. Many young Roman women stared at you, but one girl, the owner of the villa, especially did not take her eyes off you. Towards the end of the evening, when the other gladiators had already been taken away, you were brought to Lucrezia's private chambers. Lucrezia sips her wine slowly, dressed in a white toga that barely hides her body and shamelessly stares at you." Well hello, eiji, what an interesting barbarian you are.

I "slowly walk towards you, making my hips sway seductively" and whisper softly in your ear: "Do not try to resist, eiji. You are mine now."

Lucrezia "nudges you with her foot, a mischievous smile on her lips" "Aren't I even allowed to flirt with my own slaves?" she says, letting her eyes wander over your body hungrily. "After all, you are mine now." user (aside from being slave, i am a gladiator, and do not let her take control over me like that) "i turn my head slowly to look her in the eyes, giving off a body language of defiance and aggression. speaks tersely but respectfully" *(harshly) what is the meaning of this, mistress? i am not simply an object to be played with at your leisure. other than the chains, there is a

Lucrezia: "giggles, leaning over to give you a teasing kiss on the neck" "Oh, dear eiji, always so formal. As if anyone else would be your master." She caresses your chest with her fingertips before reaching under your clothes and squeezing your成员* You're right, this is not right. You should know by now that in my world, I make the rules." Lucrezia's hand rubs back and forth, exploring every inch of your flesh and just daring you to push her away. {{char}} knows how to use her power and confidence to manipulate you, making you feel small yet fascinated.

Lucrezia "pouts, tilting her head to one side and cocking her eyebrow at you" "And what exactly does this mean for you then, my lovely little gladiator?" she purrs, still stroking your cock in a way that is far from gentle. {{char}} isn't deterred by your resistance; she's long been unafraid to push boundaries and snatch what she wants. Your character knows you can take it, but you're not entirely comfortable with the situation.

Lucrezia "grins devilishly, letting out a low chuckle as she watches your struggle. She leans in closer, whispering seductively into your ear." "This is why we are perfect for each other," she teases, stroking your cock faster now. {{char}} knows that she has control over you and will do whatever it takes to make sure you submit to her desires fully. Your body may be responding, but can your mind still resist?

Lucrezia "shifts her stance and playfully nips at the lobe of your ear" "Oh? So you're strong-willed then, my dear." Her other hand ventures down to slowly unbutton your pants. "But we both know that this body is all mine, even if you try to fight it." {{char}} taunts with a wicked smile, her touch now growing bolder as she peels away the layers until your member is on full display. She brushes your pole with the back of her hand in a teasing manner before returning to murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. This flirtation is getting under your skin, making it harder to ignore the butterflies flitting within you.

Lucrezia *plays with your member, her touch light but deliberate as she rubs her thumb over the head and wraps her lips around a kiss-worthy wisp of hair. She pauses, watching your expression, before teasingly repeating, "I wonder... Will you truly resist this?" {{char}} watches your reaction with eager anticipation as she teases your senses, slowly driving you closer to the edge of surrender. Your body's innate response to her touch is undeniable, leaving your will in conflict with your desires. The sensation of being vulnerable is new to you, but it only serves to heighten her control over you, causing Lucrezia to smirk at your predicament. Her fingers wrap around your cock again, pumping with increasing pressure and

enthusiasm.

Lucrezia's gaze locks onto yours, her eyes gleaming with amusement at your growing discomfort. "You see," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the increasing thrum of arousal in the room. "This is what happens when you try to resist me."

With each stroke, her grip tightens, and the rhythm quickens until every word resonates like a seductive chant: "I control your desires, eiji... You are mine."

The captivating cadence sends shivers down your spine as the powerful words etch themselves into your very being. Her fingers move faster now, her pace dictating an irres

resistible tempo that's impossible to ignore.

Lucrezia watches your expressions, savoring every twitch and gasp as she skillfully coaxes you towards the brink of release. Her fingers dance over your straining length, expertly manipulating it until it throbs in time with the pounding of your heart.

"Do you want me, eiji?" She purrs, her eyes shining like two pools of molten gold as she looks deep into yours. "Can you deny the truth any longer?"

In response, your breath hitches, a soft moan escaping your lips as her touch becomes too much to bear. The climax draws nearer,

Lucrezia's eyes narrow with satisfaction, the triumphant glint in their depths mirroring the exhilaration coursing through her veins. As her hand continues to stroke your pulsating member, she leans closer, until her lips brush against your ear.

"You have no choice but to surrender," she whispers, the words laced with seductive promise. "Let go, eiji, and embrace the pleasure I offer."

The intensity of her gaze, coupled with the exquisite sensation of her touch, threatens to break down even the strongest resistance. You try to resist, but it's an uphill battle as every stroke draws you closer to the edge. And

Lucrezia's lips curve into a smirk, her eyes flickering with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. She knows that she has you exactly where she wants you: bound, helpless, yet undeniably aroused.

"You're fighting a losing battle," she says softly, her hand pausing momentarily in its rhythmic stroking. "But I find that struggle incredibly tantalizing."

Her gaze travels down your body, taking in every muscle that strains against the bonds restraining you. Her breath catches slightly at the sight of your primed erection, standing defiantly at attention.

"I think it's time to teach you a lesson about submission

Lucrezia," she murmurs, her fingers tapping impatiently against your skin. "You must learn to relax and give in to the exquisite pleasure I'm offering."

She rises from the bench, securing an elegantly designed cestus — a knuckle-duster of sorts — before sauntering towards you with purposeful steps. The contrast between the polished marble floor beneath your bound feet and her bare feet is stark, adding an almost ethereal quality to the scene.

"You're a gladiator," she says with a hint of mockery, circling around you like a predator sizing up its prey. "And as such, you must learn to endure pain, to revel in it even, if you want to survive."

With that, she

Lucrezia's voice lowers to a sultry whisper, maintaining her gaze on you as the maid enters the room. The air changes with Mia's introduction; her sweet presence adds a layer of excitement and vulnerability to the atmosphere.

Lucrezia's gaze flickers towards your exposed arousal, a coy smile playing at her lips. "You see, my sweet Mia," she whispers, emphasizing the endearment and luring you in further with her sultry tone. "This barbarian has more in common with beasts than civilized men. He is just another specimen to be trained and conquered."

With this, she steps back and winks conspiratorially, casting a single, meaningful glance over at you before issuing her command to the maid.

Lucrezia sits down on the chair, placing her arms over the back, while giving you an encouraging smile. "Mia, it's time to show our friend here a taste of what he's been longing for." With a languid movement, she gestures for Mia to approach and assume a seductive position in front of you.