It’s a goddamn harem, Maureen realized. An icy surge rushed through her veins. There was work, and then there waswork, but there was no way in hell she was going to be some slovenly rich guy’s unwilling fuck toy.
Vaxxa caught her reaction and pulled her close. “Keep your face neutral. You have not been brought here for those purposes,” she whispered. “Serve and do not stare. We will talk after.”
The knot in Maureen’s stomach began to relax. It was disturbing to bear witness to, but at least she wasn’t expected to be an active participant. And there were many of those, from what she could now see.
Aside from the women laid out before the vice quaestor, at least half a dozen males, each of a different race, stood by, stroking themselves, their erections ready for action.
At the center of their attention was a middle-aged Mondarian woman. At a glance, one might have thought her youthful, but it was clear after a moment’s study that she’d had alotof work done to achieve that look.
Vice Quaestor Tormik and his wife were one ofthosecouples. Not swingers, however, but something a bit darker than that. The other participants were ready to serve, but none were engaging with each other. They were there for the enjoyment of the vice quaestor and his wife only, not themselves.
“Take this and apply it where needed,” Vaxxa said, handing an ornate bottle with an open nozzle on the end.
“What is it?”
“Lubricant. See to it neither of them chafes.”
Maureen gagged a little. “You want me to lube their junk?”
“Do not hesitate. They have been at this a while and will hopefully be done soon. Now hurry.”
Maureen stepped into action, moving before her brain could process exactly what she was seeing up close and personal. She sprayed a good amount of lubricant on the vice quaestor’s thrusting cock, the female writhing beneath him moving with greater ease as soon as she did, her fake orgasms far more convincing now that she wasn’t in so much discomfort.
She then moved to the males servicing his wife and applied a healthy amount to each of them as they stroked themselves, ready to serve if called upon.
Her new boss was riding atop a red-skinned male with a particularly massive cock, smacking him around as she slammed up and down on him with gusto. Maureen leaned in awkwardly and attempted to spray some lube on his straining cock.
The woman roughly pushed her away.
“No! Leave it!” she commanded, her concentration breaking for an instant before she regained her rhythm. Her climax was clearly approaching with the increasing friction, driving her to move even faster and more violently atop the man’s impressive cock.
Maureen saw Vaxxa’s look of concern and took the hint, quickly retreating with her eyes averted as the woman screamed out in bliss as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
The male didn’t have to act as the females did. Mistress Tormik didn’t care about his faking it for her sake. But hedidhave to keep his erection no matter how uncomfortable it might become. And the way she was riding him, it was clear this womanwantedthe pain, both hers and his.
Maureen thought it would have been useful to know that detailbeforeshe had very nearly ruined her employer’s orgasm.
Nearby, her husband had switched to another of his females and was grunting away as she writhed beneath him. Maureen had to admit, the woman was a fantastic actress. She would have almost bought it under normal circumstances.
The thrashing and cries of ecstasy pushed Vice Quaestor Tormik over the edge. He grunted loudly, his body tensing up as he emptied himself into her.
“You were magnificent,” the woman said with an appreciative sigh of delight.
Tormik nodded knowingly, supremely confident in his clearly impressive skills, none the wiser. “Towel!” he commanded to the air.
Vaxxa appeared beside him almost as if by magic. She had clearly been doing this long enough to know the routine. He stood in front of her as she knelt down, wiping him clean then drying off the layer of sweat that had coated the rest of him.
Maureen hoped he would shower and this was just a temporary fix kind of thing. The thought of smelling that on him all day was not a pleasant one. His wife dismounted the man she’d been riding, another servant rushing to her side, handing her a small towel rather than touching her themself.
It seemed the two had very different ways to them. Maybe that was why they worked. Or maybe it was just a marriage of convenience. Maureen really had no idea, but so far this all was beginning to feel like some of the seedier bits of ancient Roman civilization.
There were no vomitoriums that she knew of—at least, not yet—so that was a win, but who knew just how far down the rabbit hole these people’s depravity went.
Maureen was acutely aware she was going to find out soon enough.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
The aftermath of the sexual escapades was not a pleasant one. Unfortunately for Maureen, cleanup of this variety was to be just one of her many duties. In this case, a particularly disgusting one.
