"But my husband..."
"Ah, your husband. What of him?"
"He was arrested on a false charge. He was taken to Folsom. Please, he doesn't belong there. He's done nothing wrong."
"Folsom, eh? Well, then he has been part of several rape gangs I organized there when I was commandant. All married men are part of them, in the prisons. Are you sure you want him back? He may only want you if you're doing six other guys with him."
The praetor laughed. He felt manic, drunk on the power he held over millions of individual lives. The general had given him an exquisite gift.
The matron paled. She lunged at the praetor, but the praetor was faster. He dropped her with a strike to the chin, then climbed on top of her. The woman tried to look around, dazed, but the praetor pulled her dress over her head. He snapped the bands holding her bra in place and ripped her panties off, leaving angry red marks where the fabric had burned her skin. He bit her nipples savagely as he spread her legs apart. Using her dress as a wrap, he bound her hands against her head. He thrust his hard cock against the dry labia of the woman's vagina. The woman cried out.
"Please, no!"
Freeing one hand, the praetor spit on his fingers and slid them between the lips of her vulva. He rubbed the head of his cock and felt the slow beginnings of moisture seeping from the matron's body. He entered her slowly, thrusting in small movements until he felt the walls of her pussy fully accept him.
"I am going to fuck you and I am going to cum inside you. And then, you are going to ride the face of that woman over there while she is fucked. She is going to eat my cum from your pussy. Maybe I'll have Marco fuck you, too. Maybe I'll have my aide fuck you. Maybe I'll have Marco stick his dick in your ass. But the point is, you are going to fuck, but you'll get nothing in return. That woman there, she will get her brother back. You? You will see your husband, but only as he watches you get gang raped in the prison. I might even make him fuck you, too, when the other men are done. Never raise a hand to me. I rule here!"
The praetor thrust into her and the woman cried. He heard Marco's balls slapping against the ass of Jessica and the excitement of being in the room with so much lust and power aroused the praetor even more. He felt himself growing longer and thicker inside his victim. She struggled against his weight,but that felt all so much better to him. He pulled out, nearly, then powered back inside her. Again, he rammed his cock the full depth of her vagina. Each time, he felt himself build toward climax, his ball tingling and beginning to feel full.
There was a discreet knock on the door and an officer entered. She was blond and lithe with small breasts. The praetor remembered her hips were well defined for holding onto while he was mounted at her backside. He waved at her briefly.
"Come in. Close the door."
The officer closed the door and stood next to the door, watching. She did not react to the sight of two woman being fucked in the praetor's office. She knew it was rather mundane, if arousing. Marco, in particular, was well-hung as were his friends, but that was why they were used as they were. The praetor had restored sex to a weapon, a tool to be used by the military, business executives, and politicians. Even husbands were ennobled with the power of sex over their households; wives, nannies, and female in-laws who lived with them were subject to the lusts of the master of the house. While on the surface the system under the praetor seemed patriarchal, women were as acceptable brokers of sexual power as men. They were granted full access to their employees, subordinates, and male in-laws who lived with their husbands. Indeed, the female officer ensured that the enlisted men in her command were kept fit and their pubic hair neatly trimmed; inspections, at times, took a while. The distribution of sexual power was very interesting under the praetor.
The officer saw that the women could not see her with their blindfolds. She wandered silently over to the busty woman Marco was pounding. The officer knew that Marco could go for long periods of time before orgasming. He was trained to do so. The officer slid her hands over the belly and breasts of Jessica. She loved to feel the jolting, rocking movement of such supple flesh. Jessica lay limp, hands hanging off the edges of the desk; she slid back and forth with Marco's motion. The officer leaned close to her ear.
"It's better if you hang on, dear. Let's him get deeper into you. If you comply, he'll nut faster."
Jessica jolted at the sound of a woman's voice in her ear.
The praetor called out, "I have plans...ugh...here we go...oh, shit, yes."
The praetor continued his motion, keeping a steady rhythm to his thrusts. He was still growing; he felt as if he was flush with the limits of the matron's vagina. Then, the tip of his erection touched the deepest portion of her pussy, again and again, her cervix seeming to connect with the hole of his dick. The walls of her vagina began to throb and pulsate, drawing him further inside her. The woman sobbed, fighting her orgasm, but that was the skill of the praetor, some said the power; he could make the body orgasm while the mind resisted.
And then, he ejaculated. He didn't orgasm, quite, but he released long streams of semen into the matron's body, her cervix dipping and pulsing to bring his seed into her womb. The praetor continued to thrust with the rhythm of the woman's orgasm, touching each time her innermost walls with his spurting cock. He continued to fuck, even as his ejaculations subsided, just to feel the matron's ongoing orgasm throb against his cock. He loved that feeling and he knew that the matron was as shamed as he was sated. He looked down at her.
"Now, with any luck, you are ovulating. And you shall conceive more wonderful girls with orgasms like yours." The praetor withdrew and knelt beside her. "Get up and get on that woman's face. She'll clean you up with her tongue."
The female officer moved toward her and grabbed the dress above the matron's head like a bag of onions. She led the matron to the desk and, with Marco's assistance, dragged the woman on top of Jessica. The officer leaned back down to Jessica.
"Lick. Suck. Enjoy."
The praetor gestured at the two women. "The old woman goes to the men's ward. The young lady will join us at dinner. See that her brother is released upon the condition that he dine with us. See that Jessica is properly attired."
The female officer nodded. She turned to leave and paused near Marco, gently stroking the clitoris of Jessica. She let her thumb graze Marco's cock as he powered into Jessica. She stood there for a moment, meeting Marco's eyes, then she slipped out of the office. Marco glanced at the praetor.
"Marco, don't cum inside Jessica just now. I want whatever-her-name-is to feel you cum. Jessica, while Marco fucks our new friend, I want you to give them both head."
Both women sobbed as Marco moved behind the matron. His rod was slick from Jessica's moisture and he slipped easily inside the older woman. Jessica began licking his balls. The matron moaned loudly as Marco penetrated her, her voice getting louder and rising in pitch as he sank inside her. Marco wrapped his arms around her, gripping her breasts and squeezing as he began to rut. The praetor could think of no other word to describe what Marco began to do with the matron; he used small, powerful thrusts, hips quickly moving. The praetor was reminded of a silver-back mating with a female gorilla. With vicious power, Marco stopped deep inside the matron, his body clenched, and released his orgasm inside her. He kept attempting to push deeper inside her as the older woman sobbed and Jessica licked the fluids that began to leak out around Marco's cock.
The praetor pulled his trousers on and opened his office door. Outside in the waiting area, a crowd of women ringed the room, sitting or standing nervously; the lieutenant was busy finger-fucking an old woman by his desk. He stopped and stood when he saw the praetor.
"Lieutenant, it's time for an object lesson. These women need to fully understand the stakes of the bargain they seek for their men." The praetor motioned for Marco to lead the two women out of his office. "Ladies! You have two options: you may enter my service and fuck who I say and your men will go free. Or you may be raped by myself or whom I decide and then sent to the men's ward to continue being raped. Of course, you may leave now, if these choices do not agree with you. But for now, you will watch these two women, one of whom has entered my service and one who has refused, fucked by the lieutenant here. You may not leave until he is finished or you make a choice."
The praetor smiled.
"And when you do leave, please do me the favor of spreading the word."
Jessica, still blindfolded, was leaning over the lieutenant's desk next to the matron. The lieutenant was dry humping her, getting himself erect again, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks. As he hardened, he moved over to the matron and pushed inside her.
"This is for not sucking me when you had the chance."
The women stared, shocked. They eyed Marco nervously as he prowled the room, thick cock hardening again as he surveyed the crowd. The praetor nodded in approval. Marco was one of the best. He waved at the ladies.
"Marco will do as he pleases, ladies. He has until the lieutenant orgasms to do whatever he wants and then you may all go. I have to change clothes." The praetor slipped back into his office, closing the door so he didn't have to listen to more crying women.
Such a waste.
