her like the whore she is.

Your blood is already up, and you see no reason not to make this punishment a pleasure for you. You shrug off your tunic and grasp your cock, grinning as Martina gasps slightly. "Bigger than your lover's, eh? No worries. If you're to be a whore, it's best I teach you how to take a proper cock." Seizing some rope from a corner, you bind the ****'s hands behind her back. You stroke her hair gently as she kneels, trembling, at your side, your cock hovering before her face. "Tell me, Martina - what did this lover of yours, Brutus, have you do to him?"

"D-dominus?"

You slap her on the face - not hard, but enough to shock her. "Don't play dumb with me, whore. You've said you gave your body to him. How did you do it? What sort of pleasures did you offer?"

"I...he..." tears are running down Martina's face. "The third time that we met, we were both...longing for each other. So we...lay together under one of the olive trees, out at the edge of the field."

You grasp her hair and pull her head back, forcing her to make eye contact with you. "You don't mean you lay down together. You mean you spread your legs, and he fucked your pussy with his cock, like you were a bitch in heat. Am I right?"

Her dark eyes wide and trembling with tears, she nods.

"Tell me, slut, did you lie on your back and let him take you? Or kneel like the dog you are?"

"I lay - on my back, dominus."

"So you lay back and let him plow your field for free, eh? And what happened when he had taken his fill? Where did he cum?"

"On...on my breasts, dominus. He didn't want to get me with child..."

You laugh. "A wise man, not wanting to breed a stupid sow. So much for the third time. You fucked again?"

"Y-yes, dominus."

"Tell me about the next time."

"I...it was daytime, and we met on the outskirts of the land...we had to be quick...but I wanted to...to taste him."

"You used your mouth?"

"Y-yes, dominus...before he...fucked me..."

You slide three fingers into Martina's mouth, pushing insistently toward the back of her throat until you feel her gag slightly. You hold your fingers there and look down into her watering eyes. "I take it you haven't done that much before?" She shakes her head mutely. You snort. "A stupid whore, and not even a very good one." You pull your fingers from her mouth, and point to your stiff cock. "Show me what you know."

"D-dominus?"

"You heard me, whore. Suck my cock like you sucked Brutus's!"

Martina leans forward, then wobbles slightly. "I...did not have my hands tied, dominus..."

You gaze down at her coldly. "That's too bad. I am not he, and this is a punishment and teaching session, not a tryst with your lover. Suck, you whore."

Tears running down her face, Martina moves to obey. It's awkward - she clearly hasn't done this much, and has trouble balancing. You don't move to help her; it's her punishment after all. Instead, you sternly correct her, guiding her occasionally to what you like. "Spend more time on the balls, you whore." "Take my shaft deeper, slut. What use is a whore who can't even fit a full cock in her throat?"

Finally she manages to get the whole thing down her throat, gazing up at you with wide, watery eyes and her nose buried in your pubic hair. You smirk down at her. "A whore's place. I'm glad you know it now..." You slowly and gently fuck her throat, enjoying the warm, wet tightness and the slight gagging noise Martina makes each time you thrust deep. You pull out and she gasps for air, drool running down her chin.

"Good whore," you say, patting her head. She looks down, ashamed. "But you said you let him in your cunt, as well. Lie back."

"Dominus?"

You shove her in the shoulder with your foot, sending her sprawling onto her back. "He took your cunt, too, right, whore? I'll not be denied my due. Hold your legs open."

"Y-yes, Dominus..." Martina tearfully opens her legs as you crawl over her. You plunge into her roughly and she lets out a quiet yelp; as you begin to pump in and out of her she moans softly and bites her lip. You laugh.

"Enjoying yourself, whore?" She hesitates, then nods mutely. You chuckle. "Not for much longer, I'm afraid." You pull out, cock slick with her juices. "Get on your hands and knees." This time, she doesn't hesitate to obey you. You spit on your hand and begin to rub the spit into her asshole, roughly lubing her up. You start to work first one finger, then two, into her ass. Martina is writhing, though she doesn't move.

"Ahhhhhh! D-dominus! Please!"

"Ahhh. Did your Brutus not do _this _to you?"

"N-no! Please, Dominus, I never - !"

You snort and pull your fingers free, landing a final gobbet of spit on her asshole for good measure. "You'll thank me later. A whore must know how to make full use of her holes. Ready yourself!" Without further ado, you line your cock up with her asshole and slowly but firmly work your way in.

Martina wails as you fuck her ass, her sphincter clenching around your cock as mercilessly pound her. You seize her hair, pulling her head back, as you ravage her. Her sobs and moans come short and fast as you work her asshole as hard as you can - but already you can feel your climax coming. With a growl, you pull out and shove her to the floor. Flipping her over with your foot, you stand over her stroking your cock until you feel your balls clench and your climax come. Aiming deliberately, you send ropes of cum jetting over Martina's petite, pale body, making sure you get most of it on her face and tits. She screws her eyes closed, but it does her little good; she's coated in your seed.

Exhausted, you collapse on a nearby sack of grain to catch your breath. Martina lays on the floor, still shuddering slightly from her ordeal. After a minute, you decide she's rested enough, and snap your fingers. "Up, ****. To your knees."

She obeys you, trembling. You regard her coldly.

"Kiss my cock."

Her face wrinkles slightly, but she leans forward and does so without hesitation. You cup her chin in your hand, gazing down at her cum-drenched face.

"Do you understand what you are?"

Martina swallows, eyes wide as she looks up at you. "I'm a stupid whore, Dominus."

You spit on her. She winces, but doesn't look away from you. "That's right, you are. I'm glad you've learned your lesson." Standing, you put your clothes back on. "Your punishment is nearly over. I will leave now. You will remain here for an hour. In that time, you won't clean my seed off of you at all, nor will you dress. If anyone comes in here in that hour, you will tell them that you've realized your destiny as a slut and offer them the use of any of your holes for their sexual pleasure - the only rule is that, if they're a man, they must spill their seed on you, not in you. At the end of the hour, you may swallow everything that remains on your body and go about your day. Am I understood?"

Tears are rolling down Martina's face, but she nods. You smile as you cross to the door and look back at her, kneeling in the dingy storeroom.

"Good whore."

And with a sense of justice served, you head back to the villa to rest for the afternoon.