Dominance and Punishment

Titus fucked the screaming Celtic girl ruthlessly, his iron hard cock pounding into her despoiled cunt as he held her squirming body by one arm and the back of her neck. Her legs and her free arm flailed desperately as he used her, her struggles churning the bathwater and drowning the sounds of his cock savaging her.

"Gods! Oh Gods stop!" she screamed piteously as he took her without mercy. Her protests were a seasoning on his dish of lust, heightening his excitement in **** her helpless writhing body. He looked at Agrona's face as she watched her sister's degradation, saw hatred and fear and shame and pity chase each other across her haughty features. Excellent, he thought to himself as he continued to thrust into the squirming Celtic bitch.

"Forgive me! Oh Gods! My Lord..my Lord Legate...please...forgive me! Have mercy.....I beg...beg you!" Dierdre squealed, her futile struggles against his **** only providing him with greater pleasure.

"There is no mercy for treacherous slaves," he growled, speaking to her but looking at Agrona. The bound queen pressed her lips together as she met his icy gaze, as if preventing herself from crying out or showing weakness. Titus smiled cruelly at her, tightening his grip on her sister's neck.

"The price of treachery is ****," he said, giving Dierdre a moment to register his words before pushing her head under water as he continued to pound his thick cock into her. Her flailing struggles intensified as he held her down. He could feel her body shuddering and quivering as she fought to hold her breath as well as to escape. It provided a most entertaining addition to ****, he thought with a silent chuckle.