Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Sword Room

Signs and symbols were crucial to ancient societies, and the guard's sword, held at the correct angle, told the other prisoners where this guy was heading.  To the Sword Room.  Deep in the darkness of the deepest levels of the dungeons was the emperor's sword chamber, scattered with oriental rugs and cushions and scented with resinous lamps and sconces.  Such luxury was of little comfort to the whipped bastard here, as he was spread out wide, face down in the damasks, and held by Nubian slaves as the emperor penetrated the man with his `sword`.  Unluckily for him this ruler came from the military, and was a man to be reckoned with.  He knew only too well how to punish a man with a devastating fuck from hell.  He would enjoy this man's strength, and attempt to hold on to his dignity, so much that he would become a regular favorite.

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