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A Patrician and His Reluctant Bride (Houdini X ToujoursPur)

Titus moaned in sadness as he was put in such a difficult position. He was in no position to defy Caesar. Octavia wasn't, either, but the Emperor wasn't going to do anything about it, as long as Titus gave the go-ahead. "Listen to what he says, dear," Titus told his wife. "The Emperor has done so much for us, we all have to show our respect for him." The Caesar stood and walked to a bench in the middle of the room, which seemed like an odd place for it. He patted it with his hand. "Once you take everything off, I'd like you to bend down so I can examine you. Place your hands on the bench," he ordered. "I'm sure you've learned how to please one man, now that you're married, but you're such a pretty girl, I'd like to see if you can please two," the older man said with a devilish grin.
 
Octavia's eyes widened as her mouth dropped. He would let another man take her just like that. "My Lord, what if I am pregnant with your child? Wouldn't that hurt the baby?" Octavia gulped and bit her lip. She knew that Titus would not save her. The sick bastard for a husband probably liked seeing her squirm. Octavia prayed that Titus would never cheat on her now. She was starting to warm up to the idea of being with him. Octavia grabbed the clasps on both shoulders and unhooked them. Her dress fell down and she looked at her husband sadly. She was shaking and it was apparent. Octavia bit her lip and placed her hands on the bench as she opened her legs a bit. She was starting to get stressed out from the whole experience. Octavia kept the tears from falling as she waited for Caesar to do what he wished to her.
 
Caesar interrupted and answered her question. "We'll be gentle with you, child," he said, approaching and rubbing her cheek gently as she got onto the bench. Titus looked on as Caesar did this, unhappy with the whole thing, really. He didn't fancy sharing his women any more than the next Roman, but when it came to Caesar, he took what he wanted, and you didn't argue.

"Titus," Caesar said, walking around to behind Octavia and rubbing her ass. "I want you to take her from behind," he ordered, squeezing her butt cheeks. "I'd love to see how she pleases a man." As Titus stood behind her and pulled up his toga, Caesar walked around to face the upset Octavia. "And she'll suck me off at the same time," he said with a laugh as he pulled up his own garment, and slapped his cock into her face. It was only partially erect, but was quickly hardening. "Come on," he insisted. "Pleasure me like you mean it." Meanwhile, Titus was parting her pussy lips with one hand, and guiding his cock in slowly with the other. She wasn't very wet, so he eased himself in and out, trying to build up enough to enter her.
 
Octavia tried to keep the laugh within herself as he told her they would be gentle. Titus didn't know the meaning of the world gentle. Octavia scrunched her face in disgust as the man grabbed her ass. She wanted to hurl. She never knew how much she would grow to like Titus touching her instead of him. Octavia bit her lip as he touched her butt and decided to take the front of her. She better be able to do whatever she wanted soon. Octavia looked at the naked man in front of her and cringed. She slowly leaned in and wrapped her mouth around him.

Octavia hissed in pain as she was dry. Tears begged to pour out. This had to be the most humiliating thing ever. She continued to suck Caesar as she tried to ignore the other man. Octavia slowly started to get wet. She was happy as she felt less pain and more pleasure. She moaned on Caesar's member and gasped. This felt really good. She continued to suck Caesar hoping that he would just release soon.
 
Titus stood behind Octavia, noticing that she was completely grossed out by the older ruler who insisted on having his way with her. Titus rubbed the tip of his cock along the outside of her mound, in an attempt to get her lubricated enough to be penetrated. But, to his surprise, she soon got wet enough. Was she enjoying this? He wasn't sure if he'd get hard enough to perform, what with being watched by a creepy older guy, but he was hard as a rock before he knew it. Eventually, he grabbed her by the hips, and sunk his manhood into her warm canal. Using the hips to rock himself in and out, he began shaking her body with each thrust, his stomach making a whacking sound against her butt with each cycle, and moans of pleasure coming involuntarily from his mouth.

Caesar, meanwhile, was enjoying himself immensely. He began pumping harder once Titus took her, as if in a tug of war for Octavia. Grabbing her head, he forced it to bob hard upon his cock until he finally threw his head back, and moaned at the top of his lungs, shooting a warm mess into her mouth. He smiled down at her, leaving his member inside her mouth long after he was done, letting her tongue clean him off.
 
Octavia closed her eyes as she start to shiver from the pure excitement she was getting. She closed her eyes a bit tighter as she enjoyed what was happening. She hated that the man had gone in her mouth and she wanted to gag. She closed her eyes as he left it in there and she moaned softly. She swirled her tongue around the other man as she was being pleasured by her husband. She took a deep breath as she released and took her mouth off of the older man. A loud moan escaped her and she gasped.

Her whole body was a deep red as she turned to look at her husband. Hate was evident in her eyes as she glared at him. How dare he make her do this. Octavia bit her lips and looked away from Titus. "I hate you." she muttered hoping none of the men would hear her. She wanted Titus to be with her. She wanted him to spank her. She bit her lip and sighed.
 
Caesar dropped his toga once he'd finished, just enjoying the show now. Titus was extremely put off by her comment that she hated him, but he was too occupied to do anything abut that now. He simply took out his frustration on her pussy, riding her as fast as he could, sinking his cock as deep as he was able with every thrust. Finally, digging his nails deep into her hips, he let out a cry, and smashed his pelvis hard against her, releasing deep inside Octavia as he let out a pleasured moan. Caesar clapped his hands as if he'd just watched a play. "Outstanding. I need to return to my guests. You two can just get dressed and come out when you're ready."

By this time, Titus had pulled out of Octavia and stood up straight. "Stay there," he growled at his wife as Caesar closed the door behind him. "How dare you say you hate me in front of the Emperor? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is to me, to not be able to control my wife's tongue?" With that he grabbed a handful of pale flesh from her ass and squeezed it painfully. "Do you think I had a choice in the matter? Do you think I could tell Caesar 'no'?" he asked angrily. "I hope you see now that there are worse men than I." With that, he reached back, and began slapping her bottom as hard as he could, hitting wildly as many times as he was able to land a snack without his bent-over wife moving. "This is just a preview of what you're getting later," he taunted.
 
Octavia bit her lip. By her husband's sudden actions she knew that he heard her. She stayed still not wanting to piss off the emporer. She remained still trying to ignore the perverted man. Once Titus was finished the emporer acted foolishly. She sighed in relief as the man left and she was about to stand up until she heard her husband. He did not sound very happy. Octavia sighed as she was still bent over. The man was pissing her off.

"I do hate you." she growled. "I hate you with every fiber of my being even though my body begs you to do me." she hissed and glared at him. She screamed as her ass was grabbed and slapped. "Stop it. What if I am pregnant with your child? If you keep doing this to me you will kill our boy." she hissed at him. She tried to get away from him. She wanted to know what he was going to do to her. What if she really was already pregnant?
 
Titus grabbed Octavia by her hips and pulled her back towards him. He laughed and gave her another few hard slaps, leaving some red hand prints on her bottom. "Well, if your slutty pussy wants me, you don't really hate me with every fiber, do you?" he challenged her. "At least not the fibers in your horny twat." He grabbed Octavia's hand and helped her off the table, almost like a gentleman. He looked down at his cock, still moist with her juices, as he hadn't dressed yet.

"Why don't you bend down and kiss my manhood and show me how much you love it. Show me that I'm your husband and your owner. Then we'll go back and enjoy the evening." Interestingly, he was starting to feel the same way about Octavia that she felt about him; he hated her personality but craved her body. "And don't you know that if you're pregnant, it's been for all of two days. If anything happens, you'll never know it. If one day you get pregnant, I'll never touch you. But until then, when you act like a bitch and a slut, I'm going to have to treat you like one. So stop using that stupid excuse to get out of a beating you know you deserve."
 
Octavia whimpered as her ass continued to be beaten roughly by her husband. Octavia hated the man with every thing. She didn't care if her body betrayed her ill feelings towards him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Stay away from me. You ass." she growled yet stopped as he suddenly helped her up. Octavia had a bad feeling when he looked at his member.
She growled at him yet got down on her knees. She leaned down and kissed her husband's member softly.

"You don't know if I am pregnant or not." she hissed at him. Little did they know, twins were slowly growing inside of her. She whimpered at the thought of getting punished. What was her next punishment? Titus now knew her great loathing towards him. Her eyes started to water at the thought of having to sleep with the man. She closed her eyes yet continued to pretend to be happy. She would never show him her tears. She growled slightly. "What is my punishment?"
 
Titus smiled when she kissed his cock, patting her head. "Good girl," he said. "But I don't think you understand my point," he said with a cordial smile, leading her towards the door. "You're my wife now, and I'll expect you to have sex with me quite frequently. Therefore, our entire life, it will always be possible that you're pregnant. So, I don't need your nagging reminders until there's actually proof."

They left the room where they and Caesar had had sex, and walked the hallway back to the banquet room. "You know, I have to admit, that my body craves you now as well, Octavia. So maybe you're right. You're aware you deserve a punishment. But maybe it won't be another beating. Maybe we can administer something else," he suggested with a smile, taking her hand in his. "I'll decide by the time we get home."
 
Octavia shuddered as she was talked to like a dog. She bit her lip and sighed sadly. She placed her dress back on and walked the hallway together. "My body is an idiot. The priest that married us is an idiot." she hissed at him and shuddered once more. Her body already wanted him. She prayed that this was hormones. She had to admit, they both had nice bodies and she whimpered. She didn't want to be a sex crazed fiend.

"Please husband do not let me sleep with Caesar. I will do anything that you wish of me." she begged him. She was truly afraid he was thinking that. She started to shake a bit. No matter how much wine she had, sex with him would be horrible. "I would love if we just lived out our days as just husband and wife." she whispered before she sat down by her girlfriends. Octavia looked down ashamed as they whispered about her.
 
Titus smiled cordially and looked around the room. Of course, it was all unspoken, but he knew that everyone in the room knew what they'd just done. Maybe they didn't know exactly what they'd done, but he, Octavia, and Caesar had obviously performed some sexually degraded act together. That much about Caesar was common knowledge. As much as Titus wanted to continue his conversation with his wife, the dinner table was not the place for it. So he just changed the subject, sharing in some more mundane conversation.

They enjoyed dessert and some dancing to musical instruments afterward, and before they knew it, it was time to head home. Titus escorted his wife into their waiting chariot, and turned to her as they rode home. He continued the conversation from hours ago as if it never was interrupted. "So why are you so anxious to be my loving wife now?" he asked. "It isn't as if you have a choice, of course, dear," he said, rubbing his chin in thought. "Really, I'm not all that excited about sharing you. But what was done tonight had to be done. And you must admit, you deserve some more punishment at home with me for talking to me rudely in front of Caesar, don't you? What do you supposed ought to be done with you? Or do you think there was nothing wrong with what you said?"
 
Octavia ate her desert quietly and just listened to the conversations that went around. She sighed as they danced to the music. She was rather having fun with that part. She kept checking out one of the younger boys in the party. She blushed a bit as the night came in to an end and she was in the charriot. She bit her lip as they started to have the same conversation as before. "Please husband I do not want anymore punishment." she begged him and frowned.

She took a deep breath and bit her lip as she looked away. "I will be a loving wife to you if you just don't punish me." Octavia looked at him sadly. She kissed him softly and smiled. Her butt still hurt from the actions before and she just wanted to lay down and sleep. She was really exhausted from all of the festivities. "If you do have to punish me, please keep the other men out of our bedroom." she begged.
 
Titus sighed wearily and rubbed the shoulder of his immature bride as he kissed her back. "I know you don't want to be punished, dear, but the problem is, you deserve one." As the chariot pulled up to their home, he climbed out first, offering his hand to Octavia as she alighted. "And then, you always promise to be a good wife after you've just done something foolish, like insult me in front of the Caesar."

He opened the door and follwed her in, lighting a lamp in the sitting area. "Do you think if we let the people of Gaul off the hook after they opposed us, just because they promised to be nice once defeated, we'd be the most powerful empire in the world?" He shook his head 'no' in answer to his own question. "You see, we all must face the consequences of our own actions. So, if you're a good wife, maybe you can avoid the next punishment, but you've already earned this one." He calmly, but firmly led her to their upstairs chamber by her elbow. "So you must be punished. The only question is what kind. Today, I will give in to your whims and I won't beat you or give you over to any other men," he said, opening the curtains and lighting all four lamps. "Take off all your clothes and lay on your back on the bed," he ordered. With the curtains open and the lamps lit, the bed was now in perfect view from the night street below.
 
Octavia bit her lip as she realized she was actually wanting to please him. She didn't care about the punishments. She just wanted to make him really happy. She bit her lip as they kissed. She was about to close her eyes and lean in to him until she realized who she was kissing. A small fiber inside of her still hated him. Octavia took his hand as they walked out and inside the house.

Octavia quickly grew bored of the history about Gaul. "But I am not Gaul." she thought and looked away. She didn't want to say it and get in trouble. She smiled happily as she wasn't going to be used as some whore to the other men or be beaten. She realized what he was doing yet didn't care. She really didn't want people to see them but at least she would get him in bed with her.
 
Titus smiled as she obeyed him, looking down at the bustling street below only about fifteen feet away from their open window. He smiled as she got up onto the bed, realizing that she thought he was going to have sex with her in front of the window. Grinning, he was more than happy to show her this was a punishment, not a reward. He knelt on the bed in front of Octavia, and pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs open. Reaching down, he rubbed his hand across her pussy, feeling the prickly, trimmed hairs above her slit. He reached out and took a jar of lamp oil from a nearby table, letting a few drops fall into her hairs, and rubbed them all around, paying special attention to her hiding clitoris. Little by little, he teased the hiding organ, rubbing it with the oil until it throbbed a little, smiling at her little gasps.

"I bet that felt nice, dear," he said, backing away from her a little bit. "But now I need you to finish up. I want you to masturbate yourself to a climax here in front of me, and all our countrymen, he said with a laugh, moving to the side so that he spread pussy was in full view from the street.
 
Octavia blushed as she found out what he was going to do to her. Her pride almost hit near zero as she bit her softly. Octavia looked at her husband with worry. At least she was a pretty little thing so the men wouldn't be cruel about her body. She bit her lip a bit hard as he started to tease her. She started to move her hips towards her husband's actions. He moved his hands and she whined until she heard the next order. She bit her lip and looked away. She couldn't do it. This was just too weird.

Yet a small part of her wanted to do this. She slowly rubbed her hand from her breasts to her crotch and started to masterbate herself. From the oil, she quickly found pleasure and released within five minutes. She blushed and looked at her husband yet quickly looked away as she covered herself with the blanket. She wanted to forget that everyone saw her like this.
 
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