The more the merrier.

"You can do it, you know," you say to Albina, making it sound like an idle suggestion as you plow the moaning slavegirl.

"What can I do?"

You look up and grin as you meet her eye, still fucking away. "There's no reason that you have to let the urges you're feeling go untended. In Rome the brothels serve both men and women clients, and do you know why? Because women's needs should be met as well."

Albina blushes furiously. "G-Gaius! How dare you - "

You roll your eyes. "We've known each other a long time, Albina. Why keep secrets between us? I can see your arousal clearly, and this **** is at your disposal." You grab Martina's hips and ram your cock into her with a particularly hard thrust, and she lets out a little shriek. You grin. "As you see, her mouth is available."

Albina drops her eyes. For a second you think you've pushed her too far. Then she says, very quietly: "I - I wouldn't know how."

You grin. Excellent. "It's not hard. You need not even compromise your modesty. I'd never ask that of you." Still fucking Martina, you guide her. "Undo your loincloth - it can just hang loose under your tunic. All good? Then come here." As Albina comes to stand near you uncertainly, you grab Martina by the hair and pull her head up to make eye contact with you as you fuck her. "Whore, do you know how to please your mistress?"

"Ah! Ah! I - I think so, Dominus." You let her go and grab her hips again. "Albina, face me and kneel upon her face. Don't crush her, but don't be afraid to lower yourself right on."

Moving carefully, Albina does so, keeping her tunic demurely arranged so you don't see anything you're not supposed to. As she lowers her crotch down onto Martina's face, though she gasps. "Oh! Oh, Venus..."

You grin. "What is it?"

"She's - well," Albina blushes again, but is clearly carried away on a wave of pleasure. "She's licking me...Gaius. It feels good."

You smack Martina's tit lightly. "An excellent whore. I'm glad she has some idea of how to serve a woman at least."

Albina leans forward, propping her hands on the ground to support herself, as her hips begin to gyrate unconsciously. Your heads are now inches apart as you continue to fuck Martina steadily, trying to match your rhythm to that of Albina's grinding. You reach up and gently cup Albina's cheek as she closes her eyes in ecstasy and breathes heavily. "Is it good?"

She opens her eyes, clearly half-drunk on the sensation, and lets out a little laugh as she gazes into your eyes. "Oh, Gaius, it is better than I could have imagined."

You smirk. "Let's see if we can't motivate her to give you even better. Lean back." Albina does so, and you slip from Martina's pussy. Reaching forward, you wet your fingers with her natural moisture, then slip first one, then the other into her tight asshole. Martina tenses and squirms as you do this, but with Albina sitting on her face there's not much she can say. Albina gasps.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! She's pressing into me now, Gaius. What are you doing to her?"

You chuckle. "Just making sure that she's properly motivated. And that each of her whore's holes are broken in." Withdrawing your fingers, you press the head of your cock into Martina's ass. The **** lets out a muffled shriek that turns into a moan as you slowly but surely press yourself in until your whole length is seated in her ass. Albina groans with delight as you do so; clearly that was pleasurable for her. Just your intention. "Lick, ****! The sooner your mistress comes, the sooner your ordeal will be over."

You fuck Martina's ass slowly but without mercy. It's wonderfully tight, and she keeps squeezing you, perhaps trying to slow you down - you suspect the Brutus fellow never used her thus. Albina continues grinding away on Martina's face, her breath coming harder and quicker with every second. You thrust more brutally as you watch her climax building, wanting to give her the most satisfaction possible. A few minutes later, Albina is letting out little panting shrieks herself, and leans forward again, pressing her pussy down onto the **** girl's face. Finally she goes still - body trembling and muscles taut - as her face strains and she silently climaxes. When she's done, as she relaxes again, you lean forward so your foreheads touch. Her eyes flutter open and meet yours, and you both grin slightly.

"Enjoyed it?" you ask. Albina nods mutely, still grinning. You smirk. "Her ass is good, too. I think that I shall - soon - ahhhhhhhhhh yes. There it is." With a few more thrusts, you bring yourself to completion, and bury your spasming cock in the ****'s ass, painting her bowels with your seed. You close your eyes as the ecstasy washes over you, and when you open them again you see Albina has rolled off of Martina, leaving the **** lying shiny-faced and shuddering before you. You slip your softening prick from her asshole and you and Albina both quickly re-clothe yourselves.

You step over to Martina, who's still lying on the floor, catching her breath. Albina looks down at her, concerned. "Is she all right, Gaius?"

You chuckle. "Just spent. You'll survive, eh, Martina?"

Slowly, the **** girl nods. You smile. "Good. Get up on your knees."

Slowly, Martina does so, and you and Albina gaze down at the petite girl kneeling before you. "Tell me again what you are, Martina?" you ask.

"I'm...I'm a stupid whore, Dominus."

"That's right. And though I'm tempted to sell you to a brothel, I shan't. But I will add to your duties here..." you look at Albina and smile. "You're now the whore of the villa, Martina. But first and foremost, you're the whore of Miss Albina here. Every night, when everyone has retired, I want you to find your way to your mistress's room. There you'll please her, however she asks. Understood?"

Martina nods slowly. You lean forward. "If anyone stops you on the way to her room, you'll try to convince them to let you go; if necessary, offer them the use of your mouth. Clear?" Martina nods, tears shining in her eyes. "And when Miss Albina dismisses you, you'll ask her if you pleased her. Every night. If she says yes, you may go home for the night. If she says no...you must seek out a male **** here to fuck your asshole. If you displease her more than once, you can never go to the same **** twice in a row. Tell the asshole-fucker that you just want him because you're a **** slut, and you need _someone _to give you a good fuck up the ass. You'll tell no one of this arrangement. Understood?"

Tears are rolling down Martina's face now, but she nods. You smile and pat her head. "You're a good whore. Stay here a few minutes to compose yourself, then it's back to work. Your extra duties start tonight."

As you and Albina head back to the main building of the villa, she keeps her eyes trained on the ground. "Are you all right?" you ask her softly.

"I-I've never done anything like that before, Gaius. And I fear that I really enjoyed it."

You shrug. "Nothing wrong with a little pleasure."

"Yes, but I'm not sure...Gaius, this arrangement..."

You chuckle. "Is that what's bothering you? Don't fear it. It was just to inspire fear in her - and she needs it to keep her in line, she put us all in danger. If you don't wish to use the ****, just dismiss her each night as soon as she comes to your door. When she asks, tell her she pleased you with her obedience. It's the threat of the punishment, not its exaction, that carries the most weight."

Albina nods thoughtfully. "I...hadn't thought of that. You didn't say _how _she had to please me."

"Exactly. It's your call. Of course, if you enjoyed what she was doing earlier..."

Albina blushes again and ducks her head. "I don't use slaves that way normally. I...I'm not sure I want to again."

You shrug. "It's your choice. But remember that's what it is, every time: a choice. Do as you will with her."

Albina nods silently, and you part ways as you return to the villa.