8 comments/ 91309 views/ 28 favorites Cuckold to an Emperor By: cuckoldwriter Metellus publius was scared. He felt shame at such a feeling, very unseemly for a Roman patrician and Senator. But he had learnt many years ago that such fear while unbecoming, was not uncommon. During the treason trials of Julius and Augustus Cesear, everyone had realised that the only thing a Roman had to fear in the world were other Romans. Metellus left the Senate early in the afternoon and made his way through the winding streets and alleys of Rome. He was greeted as he walked by the citizens of the city but his mind was too occupied for than than a cursory and polite smile in response. He thought and weighed his options. Suicide would bring him an escape but he doubted he had the heart for it. He could flee, go into exile in the provinces or even in Gaul or Germania. But his list of clients and patrons outside of Rome was limited and he had little support to draw upon. One thing for certain was that he could not refuse the Emperor's invitation, despite knowing full well the man's intentions. By the time he reached his home he had not reached a conclusion as to an appropriate course of action. Ashe entered the vestibule of his home, he paused and let his head drop. He realised that the reason he could not find a solution to his circumstance was that there were no solutions. The problem was if this fate was his alone, then he would simply accept it. But the fact his young wife Julia also shared his fate was almost more than he could bare. Metellus pushed his fears back and striking a pleasant expression entered his home. Immediately upon entry he was met by his wife. At 19 Julia was far younger than his 42. Metellus had married once before with his first wife dying in child birth when they were both young. Metellus, a closet romantic, swore never to marry until he again was struck by love. He accepted the barbs and jibes from his fellow Senators at his refusal to marry, preferring instead to stand firm by his convictions. From the moment he had met Julia 2 years ago, Metellus knew they would be married. She was a stunning woman, with a young fresh innocent beauty. She possessed a womanly body, with wide child bearing, a tight waist and long supple legs. Her beauty and their love made bedding her on their wedding night one of the greatest pleasures of Metellus' life. Her vigorous and active participation made the entire experience highly erotic and Metellus tried his best to repeat the experience regularly. Yet he had to admit that upon meeting Julia, ones eyes are immediately drawn to her breasts. She had an overly large bust disproportionate to her slight size. Her breasts were round and full, the size of grapefruits with a soft yielding firmness. And thanks to her youth, they sat high and prominent on her chest. When he held them in his hands, either while bedding her or simply when it took his fancy, he found them each too large for a single hand to accommodate. It was a pleasant difficulty to deal with and one that Metellus guarded jealously. He took his wife into his arms and held her for a moment, trying to settle his nerves and concerns. When he disengaged he looked down at his wife's attire. She wore a white toga draped loosely over her body. However as was required, it was arranged to hang from the shoulders, allowing for quick removal. It was an ominous sign of things to come. "we must leave now my love to ensure we are not late." Metellus declared to his wife, attempting to be brave. She simply nodded, not saying a word, before following her husband out onto the streets of Rome. *** Julia sat next to her husband at the banquet table, closest to the head of the table where there host would be seated. There they were joined by three other couples, from the look of their robes, all Senators and their wives. It was quite an aristocratic dinner party, one that should be full of chatter and gossip, as was the custom. Instead, they all sat quietly, their heads lowered, their expressions sullen and depressed. Julia waited for Metellus to introduce her to them, but he did not, instead adopting a similar demeanor to the rest. More than anything, Julia was angry at this, it was her, not her husband who would be making a sacrifice after all. She was just about to speak when a collection of people entered the room. Their was a couple of members of the Praetorian Guard, the official protectors of the Emperor and several personal slaves. Julia sat and watched as each of the four slaves moved around the large table and stood directly behind each of the wives. Then the lead Praetorian Guardsman spoke. "In preparation for the arrival of the supreme Imperator of the Roman Legions and Consul of the Roman Republic, Caligula, all wives are order to disrobe." With that somewhat strange declaration, the other women of the table slowly stood, resigned expressions adorning their faces as they slipped the soft white togas off their shoulders. Julia suddenly felt embarrassed, realizing that she too was required to do the same. After a moments pause and a displease expression from one of the guards, Julia slipped her toga off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her feet. There she stood, completely naked, her body adorned only by the heavy golden necklace that lay on her heavy chest and the sandals on her feet. She noticed the eyes of the men around the table lifted from their sullen expressions to glance at her body, making her cheeks blush with embarrassment. But she did not have long to consider it for within moments, Caligula entered the room. Music began to play as the Emperor of the Roman Empire entered the dining hall. Metellus and the other Senators stood, joining their naked wives in respect to the tyrant dictator who ruled Rome with an iron fist. Caligula had been emperor for several years now and his reign had so far bought nothing but torment to the people of Rome. All did as he declared if only to spare themselves of his wrath. He was dressed in finery of jewels and silks from across the far eastern lands. He wore a golden wreath adorned his dark, oiled hair, which was slighting thinning. His face was plain with a boney asymmetrical nose. But people called him beautiful and handsome, such was their fear of his power and sadistic nature. Immediately upon entering the room, Caligula moved towards Julia. Within moments, Metellus's young bride found herself before the Emperor of the know world. His hand raised from his side and began to cup Julia's full breasts. "These are amazing my dear," the Emperor declared as he roughly groped and squeezed at Julia's bust while she stood naked. He began to pinch at her nipples, which had become erect from her embarrassment and the attention she was being shown. Her body bucked slightly at the pain and pleasure of the action but Caligula cared not for her reaction. Caligula turned to Metellus as he continued to run his hands over Julia's body, holding her naked form against his.. "Metellus," Caligula began, a wry smile adorning his face "thank you for joining me for dinner. And thank you for bringing your lovely wife with you. She is a most pleasurable sight to behold and feels wonderful. Do you think she would enjoy sucking on my cock as we have dinner?" Metellus let his eyes drop for a moment and despite his best efforts, could not respond. He knew what he wanted to say and what he had to say and the conflict kept him silent. Caligula smile grew at Metellus' obvious discomfort and displeasure. "Well my dear," Caligula turned to Julia, "would you enjoy the privilege of sucking the cock of the emperor of the known world." Julia turned to her husband momentarily and saw that he continued to withdraw to his sullen state. She really had no choice. "Yes, Ceaser," Julia replied. And so as Caligula sat, gesturing for his guest to follow suit, Julia stepped out from her seat and kneeled on the floor. Caligula worked to remove his cock from his robes and within moments, Julia's came face to face with his member. It was not overly large, and certainly was not as large as her husband. Julia paused for a moment before taking the Emperor's member in her hands. As she held it, she looked up at her husband and was surprised to find him watching her intently. She looked at him with a puzzled face before realizing that despite his misgivings, a part of her husband wanted to see her pleasure the Emperor. She didn't know how to react that that -- part of her was angry that her husband would find pleasure in such a debasing and humiliating act. But she could not deny, that part of her was excited by it. So as she turned back to Caligula, she did not hesitate but to take his member into her mouth. The Emperor gasped as all of his manhood slid across Julia's tongue and hit the back of her throat. Julia began to pump with great vigor as the Emperor grasped the table so as not to be overwhelmed by the pleasure. As Julia began to establish a steady and rhythmic pace, Caligula turned to Metellus who continued to stare at his wife's naked form kneeling between the legs of another man. "I see you are enjoying the show, Metellus," Caligula quipped. Metellus looked up at the emperor and became embarrassed. He did not know what had come over him. All that he knew was that as ashamed and humiliated as he was by the fact his young wife was pleasuring another man, he had never been more aroused before in his life and wanted nothing but to continue to watch his wife act in such a erotic way. "Yes, Ceasar," Metellus replied. Her husband's admission of his secret enjoyment sparked a reaction from the other guests but most obviously from his young wife. Julia, upon hearing her husband's desires, began to frantically work the Emperor's cock with her mouth in a desperate attempt to bring him to climax. One of her hands lowered from Caligula's members and began to massage and knead her breasts. It was a display of wanton desire that did not pass without Caligula noticing. "That's enough girl," Caligula declared laughingly, "I want a go at your body before I finish." And with that he withdrew from Julia's mouth and stood up. He gestured over to one of his Prateorian guards who walked over to the table and lifted Julia off the ground to her feet. He then moved her so she stood in front of her chair and then bent her over her table. He then kicked at the inside of Julia's ankles and she instinctually stepped her legs apart. Caligula then waved his Guard away before walking around and standing behind Metellus' wife. His hands immediately went to her hips. His erect cock was still uncovered and was already prodding and probing at Julia's womanhood. Julia instinctually arched her back and pressed against the emperor seeking her inevitable penetration. But Caligula had another idea. "Metellus," Caligula began, "would you do the honour of guiding my member into your wife?" Metellus knew that while it sound like a question, it was in fact an order. He certainly liked the idea of seeing his wife with another man but actively helping that man penetrate his young wife was another thing. Yet, he had no choice. "Of course Caesar," Metellus replied. He leaned over and with his thumb and forefinger grasped hold of Caligula's member. As the emperor leaned forward, he guided the head of his cock towards his wife's womanly opening and watched it part as Caligula slipped inside. Julia moaned as the emperor plunged himself deep inside her and held himself at the apex of this thrust. "This is wonderful," Caligula declared, as he commenced to pump himself in and out of Metellus wife. Metellus sat back in his seat and watched intently as the emperor of the know world had his way with his willing wife. With each slap of Caligula's hips against Julia's round buttocks reverberated through her body, causing a wonderful violent swaying of her ample bust. It was interrupted only when the emperor's hands moved around to grasp and squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. After several minutes of pumping, the Emperor quickened his pace and with several forceful thrusts, flooded Julia's womb with his seed. Julia panted and moaned as she received the "gift" from the emperor, her body still on fire after the orgasms she had received from Caligula's actions and her husband's attention. As Caligula finished, and her wits returned to her, the realization of the presence of the other guests, the soldiers and the servants returned and she was again flushed with embarrassment. She had just been fucked before at least 10 people and had enjoyed it thoroughly. Her husband's wanton expression during her oral activities had given her all the permission she needed to accept the Emperor into her and from that moment she had been blinded to her circumstances and surroundings. As Caligula withdrew from Julia, Metellus watched as his thick white seed flowed from Julia's nether regions and onto the floor below. She had been thoroughly filled by the Emperor and watching it flow from Julia's well used pussy was almost enough to make Metellus climax himself. Metellus watched as Caligula wiped his member clean on his toga before retaking his seat. Julia remained bent over the table, still trying to come to terms with the experience while coming down off the incredible orgasmic high she had reached. "So Metellus, what do you say about that?" Caligula enquired. At first, Metellus was confused, not knowing how to respond. Caligula grew impatient for a response as Metellus continued to pause. Then it dawned on him what Metellus wanted. "Thank you Cesaer for fucking my wife," Metellus said, bowing his head as though a deep honour had been bestowed on him. Caligula's expression suddenly transformed, pleased and triumphant. "Now let us eat", Caligula declared and with that a stream of servants entered the room, carrying platters of sumptuous foods. Within moments, Caligula dived in, gorging himself on the decadent food. His guests consumed little, their appetites lost to nerves and concern as to what to the rest of the night held. Despite the surprising enjoyment that both Julia and Metellus received from the events so far, both new it was nothing compared to what the rest of the night held. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 02 Julia ate little as the Emperor of the known world gorged himself on the opulent banquet laid out before him. She was far too embarrassed from recently being taken by the Emperor Caligula in front of husband, the other dinner guests, the guards and the slaves only moments before. Her body was still flushed from the stimulation and pleasure she had received from the Emperor's penetrations of her young supple body. Yet, the experience had been intensified by her own husband's apparent enjoyment of the experience, his eyes watching her intently as she had been taken forcefully in front of everyone. The dinner portion of the evening lasted only a short while and Julia and the other three wives attending remained unmolested for the rest of the feast. They too ate little, instead maintaining their sullen expressions and mourning their circumstances. These were some of the most powerful and influential people of the Roman Empire, Senators and their wives from some of the most noble families. Their decisions impacted the lives of millions of people and yet, under the rule of Caligula, they were both slaves to his cruel whims and perverted desires. And so it was that women of breeding and standing sat completely naked, beside their complaisant husbands, waiting to be used like common whores. Such was their fate. Caligula had his fill of the succulent food before him and waved it away. An army of indentured servant seemingly appeared from nowhere and within moments the large table had been cleared. "Let us retire to the lounge and continue to enjoy each other's company," Caligula declared. Everyone around the table knew what that meant. As Caligula stood so did his dinner guests and he led them into an adjacent room. As he walked, he gestured for Julia to walk with him and with only a short glance to her husband, she obliged. Once within the Emperor's grasp, he placed his left arm over her shoulder and allowed his hand to drape over her breasts. He softly caressed her nipples, causing them to become erect and further embarrassing Metellus' young wife. She hated the way her body seemed to react to Caligula's touch, but the stimulation was proving too much for her to simply ignore. "So did you enjoy my expert copulations before?" Caligula enquired as he and Julia lead the dinner party into the Palace's main lounging room. "Yes, Caesar," Julia declared, knowing exactly what the Emperor wished to hear, "I have never before felt so much pleasure. You are an amazing lover." Despite the praising nature of her words, she could not muster any enthusiasm and so suddenly feared that her words came across as patronizing. But the Emperor did not care and simply heard what he wanted -- the praising of his ability by a voluptuous and sensual young woman. "I am not surprised," Caligula quipped, glancing over his shoulder, "You must not receive much pleasure from old Metellus here. He undoubtedly lacks the stamina and equipment to service a fine woman such as you." Metellus did his best not to react, he knew that Caligula was simply trying to bate him and he had no intention of giving into the Emperor. Plus it seemed that Julia was handling herself well, despite her nakedness and the embarrassment and fear of the circumstance. "He is a wonderful lover, Cesar," Julia declared in an instinctual defence of her husband, but she quickly realized that Caligula did not wish to hear such things, "but he is nothing compared to you." Caligula laughed and glanced back over at Metellus again, but still the man did not react. "If you were mine, I would ensure you were pleasured constantly," Caligula declared. Fear ran through both Julia and Metellus. This was the one thing that they both feared more than anything -- being forced to divorce. Caligula's passions burnt like a hot flame, flaring wildly before fading away. When he had previously become taken by a woman, he had ordered her divorced from her husband so that he might freely bed her, which he and his guards and his slaves had done near constantly. Upon slating his desires and finding his passions wandering to some other woman, she was quickly discarded. But he never allowed his conquests to rejoin their former husbands. For Julia and Metellus, who were madly in love with one another, being forced to separate was a fate worse than death. They had agreed that they would say or do anything they had to to ensure that didn't happen. "But I am yours Caesar," Julia replied, almost pleading to him, "Your most humblest and honoured of subjects. I am yours whenever you so choose." Julia hoped that by providing Caligula free access to herself and her body and he would have no need of breaking her marriage to Metellus. "That is good to know," Caligula replied and said no more, bringing an almost audible sigh of relief to Metellus. Adorned in silks and fabrics from the Far East, well beyond Persia and the known world, the main lounging room of Caligula's palace, was a most impressive and awe inspiring site. Upon entering it for the first time, Julia and Metellus could not help but be distracted from their predicament by the opulence of their surrounds. Red and purples were the colours and choice, with touches of golden yellows through the room. It was warmly lit by lamps spread throughout the spacious area and cushions and pillows on the floor and on the sofas. Caligula led Julia, Metellus and the other guests over to the sofas and lowered himself into a reclined position, propped up on one arm. His guests then did the same, with a battle fought over the seats the most distant from the sadistic Emperor. Unfortunately for Julia and Metellus, the Emperor had guided Julia to his sofa and she was forced to recline in front of him facing away. He then ordered her husband to take the sofa directly opposite theirs, so ensuring he had a clear view of them both. Within moments of coming to rest, Metellus watched as Caligula draped his arm over Julia's side and ran his fingers along her skin, causing her to become flushed once again. With surprising gentleness, Caligula used his hands to explore her body more fully, allowing his finger tips to trace from her breasts, down across her flat stomach, over her hips and down to her thighs. While he did, he started to talk to Metellus as though he was not caressing his wife's naked body before him. "I can see why you enjoy watching your wife being pleasured, Metellus," Caligula declared, "She has the most voluptuous and womanly form I have ever seen. She is also very loyal to you which is most becoming of a woman." "Thank you Cesar," Metellus replied, bowing his head slightly, "She is most beautiful indeed." As Caligula continued to speak, he moved his hand down to Julia's womanhood. Causing her to spread her legs slightly, he moved his fingers across her slit and then, after several moments, slipped two fingers inside her. Metellus watched as Julia's expression as she was penetrated once again. She stared directly at her husband as the Emperor casually worked his fingers in and out of her wetness, pushing deep into her with every thrust. Her face was adorned with an almost desperate expression of pleasure as she was once again used by the Emperor of the known world. "I must say however that I think her loyalty to be misplaced, defending you as a wonderful lover. I can plainly tell, from you appearance, that you are a most inadequate lover for her. Still she honours you by saving your feelings while freely admitting to my supremacy as a lover." Metellus did not know how to react. He knew the night would be like this. Julia looked like she was almost about to lose control from pleasure, valiantly but in the end fruitlessly fighting not to allow herself to be so easily manipulated. Metellus was overwhelmed by a mixture of feelings -- fear at where Caligula was going with his words and outright arousal at the sight of his wife being pleasured by the Emperor. "I believe Julia to be the most beautiful woman in all of the Empire and a woman of such beauty deserves nothing more than constant and unending pleasure. I would dedicate myself to the task, throw down my role of Consul to do so but alas the fates have burdened me with much responsibility. I could never do her justice." To this declaration Metellus was somewhat relieved. Their greatest fears were somewhat lessened by Caligula's words. Anything else that he subjected them too was nothing in comparison to that fate, which gave him much needed strength. He continued to work his fingers in and out of Julia, his thumb purposefully rubbing against her clit adding to her stimulation. As he quickened his pace, Julia's body tensed as she reached climax. Her back arched and her large breasts shot forward in a glorious release that was amazing for Metellus to behold. Her nipples were hard jewels and she could not help but reach up and pinch them, adding further stimulation. Caligula paused only momentarily to remove his fingers before reaching behind her, removing his member from his pants and sliding it between her legs and into her womanhood. Julia's body readily accepted the Emperor once again, but he only pumped himself into her for several strokes before removing himself once again. Confused, Julia looked over her shoulder and saw Caligula holding and guiding his member. Julia suddenly felt pressure against her anus and fear overcame her. She instinctually went to say no, but Caligula simply leaned over to her ear and whispered for her to relax. Julia had never before been sodomised. She understood that some men liked to do it; some even preferring it over traditional copulation, but Metellus was not one of them. So as the Emperor continued to push she fought desperately to get her body to relax despite her fear of her circumstances. Fortunately, the lubrication from Caligula's previous thrusts into her womanhood help and before long the head of his member had passed into her anus. Her expression was one of near perpetual shock, as the strange sensations emanating from her behind, coupled with her nervous fear over came her. He eyes and mouth were wide open as Caligula continued his slow but steady push. Despite a few moments of pain, after her body tensed up instinctually, Caligula finally reached the depth of his penetration. At this point he slowly started to remove himself, before again penetrating Julia's ass. He quickly built up speed as Julia's body became more and more accustomed to the presence of Caligula's cock in her, a weird sensation started to occur -- she started to feel pleasure from the experience. It was at this time that Caligula reached around with hands and returned his fingers to Julia's womanhood. Unable to move or react from the intense pleasure she was receiving to both her holes, Julia just lay there on her side as the Emperor of the known world plundered her body in front of her husband. Metellus watched as Caligula furiously pumped himself into Julia's virgin ass while burying two, and then three fingers in her saturated womanly opening. Julia started to moan and then scream as the pleasure of her dual stimulation overwhelmed her. She began to orgasm, but unlike previous climaxes, it did not peak and instead reached a high of incredible and prolonged intensity. As Caligula continued to pummel her ass with his member, and stretch her womanhood with his fingers, Julia continued to moan and scream as stared at her husband. Metellus simply sat on the sofa, watching his wife being taken and abused so thoroughly, Caligula pushing her to the heights of pleasure. He started to think that perhaps Caligula's arrogance was not entirely unfounded. Here Metellus was, watching his wife experience a mind shattering orgasm, well beyond that which he had ever given her. Could he actually argue against the Emperor's claim of sexual superiority? Metellus was drawn back to the events before him by Caligula. "She is making far too much noise," Caligula declared, "Senator Antonious, please join me and Julia and place your member in her mouth to muffle her screams." Metellus turned to Antonious, who sat with his naked wife on a sofa behind him. Antonious was in his mid-thirties and for all ostensive purposes, was the most pious man in Rome. His philosophical leanings were overshadowed by his extolling of wholesome values, which had been the hallmark of his elevation, proving popular with the people during a period of aristocratic opulence. He had been an easy target for Caligula, who enjoyed placing men in compromising positions and so, had spent much of the past 6 months servicing his wife, Aurelia, in their home while making Antonious debate him on philosophical matters. It had been a humiliating set of circumstances, one that now mirrored Metellus' own situation. So after a moment's pause, Antonious stood and walked over to where Julia and Caligula lay. He dared not look at Metellus, to ashamed to look at the elder statesman considering the obscene acts he was about to be forced to partake in. Instead, as Julia continued to scream from her heady climaxes, Antonious removed his rigid member from beneath his toga and, leaning over slightly, slid it into Julia's open mouth. Metellus could no longer see Julia's face but he could tell, from the way in which Antonious allowed his head to roll around his shoulders, the his wife was expertly working the man's member. "This is unfair isn't it," Caligula declared, as Julia continued to moan and scream around Antonious' cock. "Metellus is sharing his wife while Aurelia simply sits there. Antonious, order your wife to suck Metellus' cock." Antonious turned to his wife, but before he could speak, she had already risen to her feet and was walking over to where Metellus sit. As Antonious watched his wife, turning to look over his shoulder, Metellus could clearly see Julia's face. Her eyes were closed and she continued to work the man' cock as the Emperor pumped furiously into her ass. Her face was adorned by a mixture of pleasure, pain and concentration as she worked quickly to bring her two lovers to a rapid end. Metellus' view was disturbed by Aurelia's naked form standing before him. Metellus could not help but run his eyes over her body -- she was far taller and lithe than Julia, but had a glorious womanly body that radiated youth. She had very long legs that were toned and well shaped that ran to a perfectly formed ass. She lacked Julia's child bearing hips but had a perfectly flat stomach, that gave her an almost column like shape. Her breasts were smaller than those of Julia's, but still pronounced with slight sag, reflecting the fact she was at least 10 years older than Metellus' wife. Or maybe it was the fact she had been the Emperor's chosen play thing over the past 6 months, but Metellus hope that wasn't the reasons for it did not bode well for Julia's more voluptuous petite body. Finally Metellus looked at Aurelia's face. She was a very beautiful woman, with more classical appearance than Julia's youthful features. She was clearly of Patrician stock with a fine nose, dark brown eyes and pouting lips. Her hair was jet black, unusual for a Roman woman, with a glorious shine that reflected her health and beauty. But her expression was sullen, and her eyes were dead, as though she was merely a puppet being controlled by the Emperor. Without speaking to Metellus, she lowered herself to her knees and quickly removed Metellus' member. As she went to take it in her mouth, Metellus stopped her by placing his hand beneath his chin. He brought her face up so she was looking at him. "You don't have to do this," Metellus whispered. He was surprised when a small serene smile appeared on Aurelia's face. "Its ok, I don't mind." Aurelia replied, "I know what you are going through, and I am happy to do it." Metellus paused for a moment, but in the end, the man in him won out. "Very well," he said, leaning back on the sofa, "I probably won't last long." And that he didn't. He was far too aroused from watching his wife fuck not once but twice and it was a matter of minutes before he reached climax. Grabbing Aurelia by her hair, he forced his member into her throat and shot his cum. Despite her gagging and obvious discomfort, Aurelia swallowed his seed and after he was finished, continued to suckle on his member until it was clean. Just as she finished, Caligula finally started to reach climax. His thrusts became more violent as he stopped his digital stimulations of Julia's womanhood and placed his hands on her hips to meet his thrusts. Despite the member in her mouth, Metellus could hear the muffled screams of his wife. The suddenly, Caligula reached climax and his royal seed flooded Julia's anus. Metellus had to admit he was impressed with Caligula's endurance, though he had already cum early in the evening. The situation was too much for the normally stoic Antonious and despite his best intentions, the site of Julia being fucked and the sounds of his wife swallowing Metellus' cum was too much and he reached orgasm. Throwing his head back and grabbing at one of Julia's large breasts, Antonious emptied his seed into Julia's waiting mouth, continuing to thrust until he had been slated. Julia dutifully swallowed his seed, second load o the night, but certainly not the last. Upon finishing, Antonious quickly covered himself and walked over to Aurelia who was still kneeling before Metellus. Helping her to her feet, he never once looked at Metellus and instead led his wife back to their sofa. Caligula unplugged himself from Julia's ass and rolled the woman over onto her stomach. He then got to his feet and walked off to the restroom, to clean himself off. Metellus took the opportunity and moved over to his now resting wife. She continued to pant, struggling for breath after servicing two men at once. But she recognized Metellus' presence. "I'm sorry," Julia said, starting to cry, "I am so ashamed." "Don't be, you have no choice in these circumstances?" Metellus replied. "It's not that," Julia continued, whispering through her tears, "I reached orgasm many times." Despite himself, Metellus could not help but laugh, his response shocking Julia. "That is a wonderful thing," Metellus replied, "Any pleasure you can receive from these circumstance is a special blessing." "So you are not mad," Julia enquired, almost pleading. "No," Metellus replied reassuringly, "I could never be upset or angry with you." Julia smiled and finally opened her eyes. "Are you enjoying watching me with other men," Julia enquired, her tears slowly abating. Metellus suddenly felt overwhelmed by shame. He hung his head in response and dared not speak. But Julia simply smiled serenely at him. "Don't worry, my love," Julia declared, "It makes it so much easy if you do." Metellus looked up in shock at her. "If I know you are enjoying it, I feel like I am performing for you, rather than being abused by the Emperor. Plus, it is also very arousing and helps me to get through." "Then yes," Metellus replied assertively, "I find the sight of you pleasuring and be pleasured by other men very arousing." "Very good," a voice from their left declared. It was Caligula, "because the night is far from over." Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 03 Metellus helped his thoroughly fucked wife up off the soiled lounge and to her wobbly feet. Despite Caligula's detestable arrogance, Metellus could not help but recognize the man's prowess in plundering Julia's body. Metellus had always found his wife's voluptuous form to be most enjoyable but more than that, he genuinely loved her. This fact had always restrained him in terms of the vigour of his love making. But for Caligula, there was no love, Metellus was not even sure he was capable of the emotion. He saw Julia as simply something which was attractive to him and he took from her his pleasure. Fortunately for Julia, she was young and had thus far withstood the onslaught of the Emperor's attentions on her body, and had even experienced a modicum of pleasure herself. For that Metellus was grateful to the gods. As Julia stood, the Emperor's seed leaked from her well used ass, matching the flow that had gushed from her womanhood when Caligula had roughly taken her at the feasting table. It ran down her legs and onto the floor below as Metellus guided her over to his lounge. The sight simply reinforced to Metellus and the other members of the party the extent to which she had been fucked by the Emperor. All eyes were on her as she finally sat down beside her husband. She looked up from her feet at her husband as coarsely whispered to him. "Something to drink?" Metellus turned to fetch water but Caligula had already gestured for the servants. Within moments, the room was filled with slaves carrying goblets and pouring jugs of wine. Julia suddenly became embarrassed at her state once again as the number of people in the room grew to over 20. The slaves did not hide their gawking at her naked and thoroughly sexed body. One slave approached her and handed her a goblet filled with wine, a mock smile filled with superiority. Julia did not notice and gratefully took the goblet but was shocked by the sudden appearance of the slave's member in her face. Metellus was quick to react. "How dare you, you scum?" Metellus yelled, as unleashed his shock, anger and disgust. But Caligula quickly intervened, and placed himself between Metellus and the slave, making it appear as though, for a moment, the senator was about to attack the Emperor. The Praetorian Guards men reacted with ruthless efficiency and within moments, swords were drawn and sharpened points against Metellus neck. And then the movement stopped. The escalation of the action reached its heights and their it reached its pause. For what seemed like minutes, Metellus stood his fate in the hands of the Emperor who could readily have him killed. It would not be just but that had never stopped him before. "You have threatened to attack a slave of the Emperor," Caligula declared ominously, "and came at me when I went to protect my property. This is bad business, Senator, which must be dealt with." Julia looked on in terror at the events transpiring around her, powerless to react. All she could think of was to resolve the trigger for all the commotion. "Please don't," Julia pleaded, "I will do it." After taking a much needed sip of wine, and quenching her parched and well used throat, she leaned forward and much to her disgust, took the slaves member in her mouth. As she did so, the attention shifted from Metellus to her and slowly but surely the swords of the Guard lowered and the impending doom of the circumstances passed. There the five or so men stood, surrounding Julia and watched her pleasure the Emperor's slave with her mouth. "She really is a dirty whore," the head of the Praetorian Guard, one Gaius Cicero declared, invoking a snigger from his brethren as well as the Emperor. Julia could not help but react to such a degrading yet somehow arousing declaration and increased her pace, much to the pleasure of the slave and the joy of the Guards and Caligula. "Ceasar," Cicero, turning slighting to his Emperor, "my fellow Guards and I would enjoy the privilege of bedding such a fine woman, if you would permit us." Metellus was taken back for a moment. The Guard was arrogant assuming he could simply invite himself and his fellow soldiers into the presence of the Emperor and the gathered Senators, let alone fuck the wives of said Senators. But Metellus was even more shocked when Caligula did not immediately strike down at such insolence and instead, gave a curt nod of approval. Since Augustus had finally made Cis Alpine Gaul a true province, removing the last Roman legion from the Italian side of the Alps, the Praetorian Guard had been the only military force within 500 miles of Rome. Being personally loyal to the Emperor, they formed the true power base of the Caesars from that point on. It was custom that upon transition to a new Emperor, peaceful or otherwise, that the new Emperor be presented to the Praetorian Guard and hailed as Caesar. If the Guard did not accept you as Emperor, there was little you could do about it, unless you had a Legion at your back, which few ever did and even then it was hard going. This position made the Guards powerful and it was in the best interest of the Emperor to keep them happy. Metellus just never really understood the degree to which an Emperor would go to keep them happy. Apparently, fucking a Senator's wife who was currently the favoured whore of the Emperor was part of the arrangement. Within moments, the slave who had until that time been enjoying the simple pleasures of Julia's mouth was roughly pushed aside, his tray containing wine filled goblets crashing to the ground followed closely by himself. The lead Guard reached down, grabbed Julia by the arm and forcefully lifted her to her feet. Behind him the other Guards that were in the room, were frantically removing their military attire, letting bronze breast plates, helmets and sheathed swords fall to the ground. Metellus too was shoved back as more Guards entered the room, released momentarily from their stoic duties to enjoy the simple pleasures of Senatorial wives. As Metellus stepped back and sat down on the seat, he was joined by Caligula who seemed to be enjoying the anticipation of the orgy that was about to commence. For Julia was not the only wife being subjected to Praetorian affections. Metellus noticed that Aurelia and the other wives who had so far avoided being attention, were being roughly handled by the excited and clearly oversexed Guardsmen. Metellus turned back to his wife just as the lead Praetorian Guard almost violently turned her around and leaned her over the lounge on which she had been sitting. She barely grasped onto the back of the lounge before the Guardsman had removed his attire and lined up his hard cock with Julia's used womanhood. She glanced around at her husband and Metellus saw her expression change from fear to pain as the Guard buried his entire member into Julia in one brutal thrust. Metellus watched with increasing panic and concern for the welfare of his wife as the lead Guard began to pump his member into Julia at a frenetic pace, extracting a near perpetual scream of pain, but increasingly pleasure from the young wife. As he maintained his pace, the Guard reached around and grabbed at Julia's left breast, first kneading it roughly like it was dough, before grasping her nipple between his thumb and finger and pulling and pinching at it violently. Julia bucked at the intention, adding further pain to her near rape. "Someone stick their cock in this sluts mouth to stop her screaming," Gaius ordered, and it was only moments before one of his trusted lieutenants had a hold of Julia's long blonde hair and using it as a handle to meet his forceful thrusts into her throat. Metellus could still hear Julia moaning and screaming as her body was thorough ravaged. There was no love for her among the Guards, in fact their actions were filled with disdain at what they undoubtedly saw as a privileged aristocratic woman and her husband whoring her body to the Emperor -- an act less than deserving in respect. Finally building up the courage to intervene, Metellus went to stand to act to circumvent this assault on his wife, but a hand appeared on his shoulder and pulled him back down. The Emperor, who was also sitting passively but voyeuristically on the lounge watching Julia being abused, shook his head. "You do not learn do you Metellus," the Emperor declared, "You are not in a position to intervene on Julia's behalf on any matter while you are in my company. An attack on a slave, is an attack on me. An attack on my Guards is an attack on me. Do you wish me harm, Senator?" Metellus knew better than to answer in the affirmative, however much right that second he wished it for Caligula allowing Julia to be so roughly fucked by two men. The act before him, the violent thrusts by the guards into Julia's young and voluptuous body was almost too much to bare. Her hands gripped the edge of the lounge tightly as Gaius forced himself as deep into Julia's womanhood as possible, reaching parts never before touched in Julia. And the Guard in her mouth was not giving Julia a chance to pleasure him, instead imply taking his pleasure from Julia's throat. She continued to moan and scream from the battering she was receiving, but it was muffled from the sizeable cock lodge at the back of her throat. "Of course not Ceasar," Metellus finally replied, trying to compose himself enough to play the game, "I am grateful to you for so expertly pleasuring my wife's young body. But I find her pain and discomfort pulls at my heart." "Nonsense," Caligula scoffed, "You are a hopeless romantic aren't you. This is how a woman should be treated. Especially one with such a glorious body as your young wife. You are to kind to her, blinded by your love. This will help her know her place and be a better Roman wife to your benefit, and of course mine." "In fact, "Caligula continued, before calling over to the Guards, "You are wasting a perfectly good hole there. I can tell you men that her ass is tight and she enjoys having a man deep up there. And she could definitely take on three manly Guards such as yourself at once" Metellus was appalled that the Emperor was not only not intervening but was actively encouraging the events before them escalating further. Could Julia handle something like that -- have a man in both her ass and her pussy, while undoubtedly pleasuring another with her mouth. Metellus looked over at the other wives and saw the Aurelia was already servicing three Guards in this fashion. Her lithe form engulfed by three men who all eagerly thrust into her body in a chaotic mess that best symbolized the unbridled pleasure they were extracting from the poor wife. But Metellus thought, that Aurelia had likely have experienced such treatment before. He had seen her body up close when she had sucked on his cock while he watched Caligula and Aurelia's husband Antonius fuck Julia less than an hour ago. Her body did not show signs of her current activities. And Julia was younger, she would recover more quickly. Metellus didn't like the idea, but he had no choice. As the two Guards that used Julia's body disengaged, Metellus heard Julia gasp for air, which had been effectively denied to her. Metellus saw that tears ran down her face, and he too started to cry, feeling so much pity and torment for his wife. As the Guards started to arrange themselves for the group sex act suggested by Caligula, Julia turned to her husband and spoke through her tears. "Tell me to be a whore for these men," Julia declared, with a whimpering raspy voice. Metellus did not understand. And Julia repeated herself, this time louder and clearer. The Guards started to chuckle. "Yeah, high and mighty Senator," Gaius quipped sarcastically, "tell this big tit slut to be our whore." Metellus ignored the Guard and instead focused on his wife. It took him a moment, but he was starting to understand. Julia had told him that if she knew he was watching and enjoying her acts, then it was easier for her. In fact, part of her liked it. It had gotten her through the anal reaming from Caligula when she had been forced to suck Antonius cock. But it was a difficult task. Metellus had found a part of him enjoying his young wife being pleasured and pleasuring other men -- in short, being a whore. But he liked it best when she was clearly enjoying herself. The drying tears streaked down her face told him she was not enjoying her treatment at the hands of the loveless Guards. Still Metellus knew what he had to do and despite the goading of the Guards and the palpable anticipation on the part of the Emperor, he decided to play the role of enthusiastic and aroused husband voyeuristically watching his slutty wife. "My Julia," Metellus began, "I tell you that I find watching your body being so thorough fucked by these virile men to be the most arousing and erotic experience of my life. You are so beautiful and youthful and have a body made by the gods to be pleasured." After pausing for a moment, he finally said the words that Julia needed to hear. "I want you to be a whore for these men." This statement brought laughter to the voices of the Guards, including those now waiting to treat Julia in such a way. With such a declaration, Metellus saw Julia steel herself, wiping away her tears as she responded purposefully to her husband's request. She walked over to where the Guards were positioned -- Gaius laid on the floor on his back, propped up on his elbows, another Guard was on his knees while the third stood facing away from the lounge. Julia moved over to the Guards and was immediately captured by their hands. "Ready for a hard fuck you dirty slut," the standing Guard declared as he grabbed one of Julia's tits and pulled her to him. "Get her down here on my cock," Gaius ordered. With that, the standing Guard pushed Julia down towards the ground. She steady herself and then spread her legs and straddled the Guard. Metellus watched as she lowered herself, onto the impressively erect member of the head guard. She began to moan as she was filled once again by cock. She had little time to be accustomed to the girth and length deep inside her before she was pushed forward. She lurched forward and hit Gaius' firm body with her own. Her large tits were squeezed between their firm bodies, before bulging out to the sides. Gaius moved an arm around the small of Julia's back, holding her in place. He had already begun thrusting deeply into Julia and she began to react from the immense pleasure she was receiving. Gaius's thrusts were mercifully constrained by the position, allowing Julia to finally enjoy a moment of pleasure from the Guard's massive member. But she was quickly drawn from her warm aura from pressure against her anus. Her ass was still stretched and lubricated from the Emperor's previous activities and so it took little effort for the Guard to slide himself deep into Julia. Metellus watched his wife's face as she was penetrated by two cocks for the first time. He saw the intensity of the stimulation build as her body was filled with the impressive members of the Guards. With eyes and mouth wide open, she simply stayed still, held in place by Gaius and accepted the men into her. And then they started to pump. Julia, knowing her husband was enjoying her being a whore, turned and looked at him. As she did, and saw him staring back at her being fucked by two men, she began to orgasm. She felt like a slut and a whore and should have felt degraded and humiliated. But she didn't feel that way. Now that the men knew she and her husband were willing participants, they had stopped their brutal treatment of her and instead enjoyed the pleasures of her body. This gave her the most intense high she had ever experienced and she could do nothing but hold on tight as the men forcefully thrust themselves into her. Metellus continued to watch, having a clear view of his wife's anus and pussy as it was filled by the Guards. It was almost hypnotic watching their large members disappear inside Julia's young and supply body before reappearing in all their impressive glory. Despite how much he hated the Emperor for putting him in this position, he could not deny that he found the complete and total degradation of his young wife to be the most erotic experience of his life. All of a sudden, a cock was presented to her face and without thinking, she turned away from her husband and took the member into her mouth. Trying to concentrated, she worked the guard's member with a vigour so far missing from her copulations. The pain was gone, now replaced only by a pleasure that was indescribable. She continued to orgasm as she sucked and licked the cock in her mouth. The Guards in her ass and pussy continued to pump furiously, building pace as they got closer to orgasm. As they built pace, she began to scream at the intensity of the pleasure, her body fully succumbing to the delights of servicing multiple men. With several violent thrusts deep into her ass and pussy, Gaius and his fellow Guard began to orgasm. There seed gushed inside her, filling her more than she had ever been before. She didn't know why, but it made her feel like a real woman, sandwiched between two of the strongest and most masculine of men in Rome, accepting their full, thick loads of cum. She had little time to appreciate the feeling because only moments later, the Guard in her mouth also climaxed, clearly stimulated from the erotic sight he was witnesses. Julia did her best not to let any of the man's seed spill from her mouth but the Guard's continued thrusting did not help her. Seeing the Guard's thick white passing between Julia's lips and his hard member, Metellus could not help but think that his wife looked like a whore. The Guards, having their fill with Julia's body, withdrew their still erect members for her holds and moved onto one of the other wives. Julia, her body suddenly empty with thick white seed flowing from her holes, gasped her air. But she was not given much respite as within moment, three more guards, those that had most recently been with Aurelia took their brethrens place and began fucking Julia. This time, having just spent their loads in the older wife moments earlier, lasted for well over 20 minutes. Again, Metellus simply watched as his wife was thoroughly fucked by the virile Praetorian Guards. Lubricated by the cum of their brethren, the Guards thrust easily into Julia's holes, stretching them with their impressive members, pumping furiously in and out of Julia's body. With each thrust, Julia's ample breasts swayed violently in an almost hypnotic rhythm interrupted only when one of the Guards wished to grope or pinch them. Metellus had to admit that it was a most erotic site to behold. The cock in Julia's mouth popped out momentarily giving the young wife an opportunity to cream and moan from the waves of intense pleasure that pulsated through her body. "Yes, fuck me," Julia panted desperately, "Fuck me like a whore." She had a determined expression on her face, as if her goal in life was now to bring these three Guards to their climax in front of her husband. The Emperor laughed at Julia's exclamations. "You see, Metellus," the Emperor chided playfully, "Your wife is becoming more and more accustomed to her role as a good Roman wife. I trust you are learning your lesson well?" "Yes Ceasar," Metellus answered, not taking his eyes off his wife and the three men she serviced, "I am learning very intently." Julia turned and faced her husband momentarily, reassuring herself that her actions continued to be at her husband's blessing. Seeing the lust filled expression on his face, she returned her attentions to the large cock bobbing before her face. Once again, the Guards reached their climax within moments of one another, dumping thee more loads of thick cum into Julia's body. Lingering for a moment, the Guard's grinded their hips against Julia's, as if continuing to work their now flaccid cocks within her ass and pussy. However, it did not last long as everyone knew the evening was coming to an end. As the Emperor stood, and with that the Guards quickly withdrew themselves from the women, grabbed their clothes and armor and left the room. In their wake remained the four couples and the Emperor. The wives, including Julia, were splayed on the floor, their husband's rushing to their sides to confirm their welfare. Metellus rushed to Julia, lowering himself to his knees. He could see the cum of six other men leaking from her ass and pussy and adorning her pretty face. She looked exhausted and Metellus had to help her to her feet. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 03 "Did you enjoy that?" Julia whispered, asking in an almost pleading tone. "Yes Metellus," The Emperor interrupted, " Did you enjoy watching your wife?" Metellus looked back at his wife, holding her in his arms and kissing her on her forehead. "Yes," Metellus declared, "more than anything." The surprising thing was, he was not lying. It was the most amazing experience in his entire life and the fact it was something he would have never even imagined contemplating of his own accord simply intensified the enjoyment. Julia smiled up at him, tired but pleased that her husband did not hold any ill feelings against her and instead had enjoyed her actions. Knowing that he felt that way, allowed her to at first tolerate the merciless acts of the Guards and then, later, begin the enjoy them. Metellus turned and began the lead his wife out of the room, walking away from the Emperor. "So same time next week," Caligula enquired, his tone implying that it was a genuine question, rather than an order. Metellus paused and turned back, looking first at his smiling wife and then at his Emperor. "Count us in," Metellus declared before turning and leaving the Emperor's presence. Metellus had entered this house of the King of Rome as an angry and jaded Senator, reluctant to allow the Emperor access to his young loving wife. As he left the Palace, he realized how much the night had changed him and despite everything, how much he looked forward to his new role -- as the newest Cuckold of the Emperor. * This might be the final chapter of the Cuckold to an Emperor Series. If people want I have ideas of taking Metellus and Julia into the provinces for the pleasure of the barbarian Gauls and Germanic tribes. Let me know if anyone is interested. Thanks7 Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 04 Julia awoke as the rays of a warm spring sun cast upon her face. She lay there and allowed the warmth of the light ease her from her peaceful slumber. As she returned to her body, she realized she was in her husband's arms. Engulfed by her masculine form, Julia cuddled back into him, feeling safe and secure with him as her protector. As she did, she brushed against his member, which had been lying flaccid against the soft roundness of her ass. Ever since that fateful night 3 months earlier in the Palace of the Emperor, Julia and her husband had taken to sleeping naked. She enjoyed the feeling - the warmth of his body protecting her from the cold of the night, the softness of his skin on hers, the strength but gentleness of his hands when they cupped and stroked and caressed her body. She enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability at the hands of her husband, reinforcing her trust in his love and affection. The slight stimulation was sufficient to slowly bring both Metellus and his member from their slumber. Julia continued to press gently against her husband's body enjoying it come to life all around her. Metellus' hand moved down across her chest and softly cupped her left breast. He ran the very tips of his fingers across her naked skin, stimulating her nipples into embarrassing hardness, while providing his cock with even more motivation to harden. "Morning my love," Metellus whispered in Julia's ear. His words made her smile involuntarily, as they did every time he called her "my love". Julia was much younger than Metellus, almost 25 years his junior and yet she always felt he loved her beyond simple affection associated with other political marriages. It was deep and meaningful, rendering age irrelevant. "Good morning," Julia replied, continuing to enjoy the simple pleasures of the feeling of Metellus' body against hers. However, it became increasingly apparent that Metellus had more than simple pleasures in mind. As he continued to wake his hand released her breast and ran across her flat stomach to her womanhood. Julia involuntarily parted her legs slightly to allow her husband greater access to her. Upon touching her pussy, a shot of pleasure ran through her body. She had little time to enjoy it in isolation because Metellus wasted little time sliding a finger into her. She moaned, pressing herself against her husband's body as he began to work her womanhood with his hand. Julia was amazed at how wet she was and how quickly she became aroused these days. The simple touch of a man, let alone her husband, seemed enough to generate a preparatory response from her body. At first she had been embarrassed but such and obvious demonstration of her arousal, particularly when part of her continued to resist her circumstances. But now, three months after that fateful night as the Emperor's guest, she had come to terms with it and simply embraced the pleasure that subsequently followed her inevitable arousal. Her husband began to kiss her shoulders and neck, intensifying her stimulation even more. Only Metellus did that to her, a sign of his love that differentiated him from her many other lovers. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair, which continued to be thick and bushy despite his age. He was a virile man who, despite their age difference and Julia's recent experiences, was more than a match for her sexuality. As Metellus finally removed himself, Julia, continuing the lay on her side, arched her back and slid her hand down her husband's body to his now erect cock. Julia had been with many men over the past three months and continued to be pleased by the size of her husband's cock. It certainly was not the biggest she had been forced to have inside her pussy or ass, but it was above average, and enjoyably thick. After stroking it several times, providing her husband additional stimulation, she guided it to her womanhood and pressed against it. As her husband took over the penetration, Julia leaned her body away from her husband slightly providing him with even greater access. Julia remembered the first time her husband had penetrated her, the difficulty and pain, matched with undeniably pleasure. Now, after being bedded by over 50 men and becoming highly aroused and wet, Julia's body accepted her husband's member with ease. With one thrust, Julia felt wonderfully full and even closer to her husband. Metellus quickly built pace as he enjoyed the pleasures of his wife body. He reached up and grabbed Julia's long blond locks, pulling back on them to provide leverage. Julia had noticed that since the debauchery of her bedding by the Emperor, his guards and slaves, her husband had begun to indulge himself in more vigorous sex. It was not every time, but it certainly was a regular occurrence and one that Julia found surprisingly enjoyable. She preferred not to be simply used like a whore but the fact she had absolute faith in her husband's love, his active love making was incredibly arousing. And so, it did not take long for Julia to begin screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs. She quickly reached a sustained orgasm at the expert hands of her husband as Metellus pounded away at her body with impressive stamina. Julia had learned to love sex over the past three months and she enjoyed sex with her husband more than anything in the entire world. She reached up and kneaded her own breasts, pinching her erect nipples sending shoots of pain and pleasure through her already stimulated body. Julia continued to scream, throwing off her previously shy persona, as the doors of their bedroom opened. In walked Sibionous, Master House Slave and Personal Attendant to Metellus. He did not react to his master's actions, simply entered the room and stood back from the bed at the assigned time and awaited his Master's orders. Julia noticed Sibionous enter but did not stop; she had become accustomed to being fucked in front of an audience. Even if she objected, there was little she could do as the pleasure the Metellus brought her as he roughly bedded her rendered her speechless. Metellus continued to build pace as he neared climax. As he did, he began to whisper dirty things in Julia's ear, exciting them both even more. "You like being fucked hard don't you slut," Metellus grunted as he thrust hard and fast. "By the Gods, yes, fuck me like a whore, please do it harder," Julia squealed as she was roughly fucked by her husband, "Do you like watching me be a whore?" "Yes my little slut, I love watching you work their big cocks in your nubile body." The back and forth between husband and wife proved too much for Metellus and with several deep, penetrating thrusts, he pumped his thick cum into his young wife. Julia arched her back even further and met her husband's strokes. She loved the feeling of her husband's cum shooting into her, knowing that with every stroke she was giving him so much pleasure. As he finished, Metellus pulled his wife closer to him and held her in a warm embrace. There they laid for several minutes, enjoying the wonderful afterglow of their love making. "That's a wonderful way to wake up in the morning," Metellus declared, whispering in his wife's ear. Julia smiled. It definitely was, and they had the rest of their lives to repeat it. *** After their morning exertions, Metellus and Julia quickly bathed and dressed for the early morning Audiences. They were a critical part of what made Rome work as a City and an Empire and despite the disregard afforded the ancient social order by some of Metellus' aristocratic counterparts; he worked hard as Patron to his many Clients. Metellus entered the Audience Room and took his seat on the large arm chair on the slightly raised platform. The Audience room was a long antechamber that lead to the entrance to the Publii homestead, at which Metellus' clients and members of the general public waited to see him. As a Lawyer in the Courts, Metellus had accumulated many supporters who he continued to have dealings with. Many simply took the daily handouts of bread or coin, which were customary, but Metellus was proud of the fact that most of his Client relationships were mutually beneficial and highly productive. As Metellus sat, he noticed his wife join him and sit beside on a slightly smaller and lower seat. It was highly unusual for wives to join their husbands during such Audiences, as patriarchal Rome felt issues as important as the maintenance of critical commercial and political relationships above the capacity of women. But Metellus had always valued his wife's input, having found her to be intelligent and insightful in all matter, particularly regarding trade deals. But Metellus freely admitted that having his wife by his side was as much a reflection of her distracting beauty as it was her intelligence, a fact which Julia acknowledge and dressed appropriately. And so as Metellus turned to glance at his wife, he could not help but gawk at the revealing emerald green dress she wore. Ever since she had become the preferred sexual partner of the Emperor and so many other men, Julia had taken to dressing highly provocatively in an attempt to further distract her husband's commercial partners during their negotiations. Today her dress revealed much of her ample milky white bust, with the dress covering only the lower part of her breasts and barely her nipples. Metellus stared, knowing that if it wasn't for the thin straps on her shoulders, she would undoubtedly fall out of her dress. Julia noticed her husband's attention. She playfully slapped at his shoulder, drawing him from his apparent cleavage induced stupor. "This is meant to distract them, not you," Julia quipped gesturing to the gathering group outside, "You do your job and I will do mine. Julia momentarily rested her hands on the soft mounds of her breasts, squeezing them together before placing her hands folded in her lap. Metellus looked over to the door way where Sibionous stood awaiting his master's signal. Metellus nodded only slightly and within moments, Sibionous threw open the doors and so began the long progression of Clients seeking and audience with their Patron. Unfortunately, it was a most disappointing session with few issues of note or worth raised and an unfortunately high share of serial beggars. Finally, towards the end of the morning, a worthy client appeared. "Claudius," Metellus declared, "How good it is to see you. How fares this seasons crops? I hear the weather has been unkind to many." "That is all too true," Claudius declared, "but that is never an excuse for skilled merchant. I have secured a sizeable share of the crop and am eager to trade." "Very good. You are to be commended. I will happily pay you on the same terms as last year." Metellus declared. "Unfortunately, that will not be sufficient. The shortage has caused a rush in demand and I can secure much higher prices this year than last." "A ten percent rise then?" "Forty percent is much more appropriate." "Forty percent!!! I cannot justify paying that much." "Then I may need to seek an alternate buyer." Sudden silence befell the two men as they both realised they had reached an impasse. Neither man spoke, let alone moved, for what felt like an age, each of them waiting for the other man to fold. Finally, it was Julia who spoke. "Claudius," Julia began, "I can see from this discussion why my husband regards you so highly. You are indeed a skilled merchant." Claudius smiled. "Thank you, "Claudius replied, "And you are as kind as you are beautiful. It is true your husband is one of the most fortunate men in the Empire to have you as his wife." "I know I am only a woman, and know little about these matters but it is my opinion that the deal my husband offers is indeed fair. It would seem an issue of the finer details. Should you agree to the broader terms, I would suggest you and I retire to negotiate the minutiae in private?" After a slight pause, Claudius suddenly realised what was being offered to him. "I would accept those terms if your Husband is agreeable." "I am," Metellus responded, "I will entrust you to my wife's company to finalise the deal." Claudius bowed as Julia stood. With a swaying walk that created an almost hypnotic bounce in her bust, Julia turned and walked away from her husband, with the merchant following closely behind. After one final client, Metellus ordered to Sibionous to close the doors and bring a close to the session. But just as the slave went to lock the doors, a man appeared carry the seal of the Emperor. Metellus gestured to Sibionous to allow the man to enter. "Metellus," the man declared, "Our Great Emperor and Lord of Rome invites you and your wife to accompany him to the Coliseum this day to watch the finale of the Great Games of Jupiter so thrown by our glorious leader." Upon finishing his declaration, the man turned and left, without waiting for a reply. Metellus knew he didn't need to respond, rejection of the Emperor's invitation was not an option. And so, as he turned to leave the audience chamber and find his wife, he was left with an ominous feeling in his stomach. An invitation from the Emperor was often equivalent to a death sentence. Metellus did not have difficulty finding his wife. Following her moans and screams, Metellus found Julia lying on an ottoman in the main lounge, her green wrap dress roughly pulled open to reveal the soft white skin of her sensual body. Yet most of her form was covered by Claudius bulk, as the merchant embraced his circumstances and thoroughly ravaged the young woman's body. He used both hands to cup and grope Julia's substantial breasts, feeding her erect nipples into his wanton mouth. Julia's hands ran through Claudius hair as he feasted on her breasts, sending sparks of stimulation that complimented the waves of pleasure washing over the young wife's body from the merchants cock pumping into her. Metellus sat on a seat directly opposite his wife and the merchant and watched as Claudius furiously worked his member into Julia. He had become accustomed to the sight of his wife being bedded by another man and now that the initial jealousy had passed, he found himself enjoying the simple erotic pleasures of his wife's copulations. Julia turned and looked at her husband, her face adorned by a large, blissful smile as she embraced the pleasure she was receiving from Claudius' attentions. Metellus returned his wife's smile with one of his own, as Claudius's quickening pace returned Julia's attentions to the intensifying pleasure she was receiving. Metellus was impressed by the Merchant's stamina in the circumstances – many men when given the opportunity to fuck Julia had cum quickly, excited by the overt sexuality of the woman's body and the perversion of the situation. But Claudius did not last too much longer. After several more minutes, his body tensed and he pushed himself deep inside Julia's body as he released his fluids into her. He moaned as he thrust deep, orgasm washing over him as Julia pulled Claudius into her with hands on his naked ass. After several moments, they stopped rocking against one another and Claudius slipped out of Julia and stood up. Thick white cum gushed from Julia's well used cunt and onto the floor, providing yet another unpleasant task for the cleaning slaves. Claudius quickly dressed himself and straightened up his clothes before turning to Metellus. "I will organize shipment immediately," Claudius declared, bowing to the Senator and then turned to a still naked and splayed Julia, "Thank you again, that was most enjoyable." "Thank you," Julia replied joyfully, "hopefully you can present further deals to my husband for us to negotiate." Julia laughed at her own joke, making Claudius and Metellus smile at the young woman's forwardness and openness to being sexed. And with that, Claudius departed. As the merchant left, Julia sat up and went to dress herself but Metellus stopped her. "We have been summoned to attend the Games as guests of the Emperor. You must change into more....suitable attire." "A woman's work is never done," Julia sighed, before standing up and walking over to her seated husband. Pressing her body against his, she cradled his head and nestled them between her large breasts, embracing him with her recently used body. Metellus could not help but reach up and caress her tits, pinching at her nipples that were only moments before in the mouth of another man. "Not now," Julia moaned, clearly stimulated by her husband's touch, "I must prepare for the Games. I promise you some fun tonight." And with that, Julia prepared herself for the humiliation that was to follow. ***** Caligula was the mortal enemy of Patricians and Senators alike for his volatile, unpredictable ruthlessness and penchant for purging the elite members of Roman society at a whim. But to the public, he was adored for his near continuous Games at the Arena and free Grain doll. It might have been bankrupting the Empire but that was of little concern for Caligula. And so, the most recent Games whipped up further public favour for the Emperor, making the task of disposing him even more difficult. Metellus led Julia up the internal stairs of the Coliseum and to the rear of the Emperor's private box after midday. Julia wore a traditional white Roman robe with a senatorial sash to reflect her husband's station. It was the same robe she wore the first time to the Emperor had fucked her, providing easy access to the man, or more likely men, who were about to fuck her. They were met by one of the Caligula's advisers, a conniving man by the name of Luscius who with the Emperor was systematically accumulating an immense stockpile of wealth at the cost of the Patrician Romans. He was almost as hated as Caligula by the Senators and was next on their deathlist. But for the time being, they all had to bide their time. "Ah good, Metellus," Lusicius began, "Thank you for bringing your lovely wife with you. Can you please ask her to suck my cock while we discuss important matters of State." Metellus' blood began to boil at the gall of this man, but Julia placed a hand softly on his arm to calm him before falling slowly to her knees. She quickly removed Luscius' cock from his toga and began to work it with her mouth. "Your wife's skills are legendary, I had to experience them for myself," Luscius moaned as Julia frantically worked at his member with her mouth. "What is it you wish to discuss Luscius, and make it quick?" Metellus demanded forcefully. Luscius just smiled. "Very well," Luscius began, "The Emperor has one of the Barbarian Chieftains from beyond the Danube Frontier as his guest. He is making preparations for his campaign in the north. He wants help from your wife to keep the Chieftain....pleased." Metellus took this request in his stride, it certainly wasn't the first time his wife had been used for political purposes. "Is there anything in particular I should know about this Barbarian?" Metellus enquired. Luscius was slow in responding as he closed his eyes momentarily and placed a hand on the back on Julia's furiously bobbing head. "Nothing you wife can't figure out for yourself. You will both watch the Games with the Emperor until the Chieftain wishes to retire with your wife. You will then leave." "You mean I am to leave my wife alone with a marauding Barbarian. What of her safety? How am I to protect her?" Just as Metellus finished protesting, the Barbarian Chief walked into the room. He was even larger and more imposing than Metellus imagined – he must have stood at least 8 foot tall with broad shoulders and large muscular arms, likely from swinging a ferocious doubled headed axe for which the Barbarians were famed. He wore a leather and iron helm, adorned, that covered long, dirty blond hair, a silken tunic with leather overcoat and a fur-lined skirt similar to the kilts seen worn by the Barbarians of northern Britannia. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 04 His face was equally as rough and hardened. The stress of war and leadership, in the unforgiving northlands beyond and Empire, had taken their toll, giving him the look of a man in his mid-50s. But his piercing blue eyes still held a sparkle that revealed his true intelligence. As the man approached, with a retinue of Germanian and Roman servants and aides behind him, Luscious quickly withdrew his cock from Julia's mouth and pulled her to her feet. Surprised by the swiftness of the bureaucrat's movements, Julia was startled when she found herself standing before the giant Barbarian. Metellus was pushed back by Luscious leaving the petite Julia alone before the Germanian, her form engulfed by his bulk. "I see the Emperor did not exaggerate your beauty, or your voluptuousness, fair lady. I am Chief Abelard of the Alemanni" the Barbarian declared in near perfect Latin. Despite being "barbarians" much of the land outside of the Roman Empire, particularly the more settled Germanians were thoroughly Romanised. Such was the impact of trade and Roman culture on their societies. "Thank you," Julia replied, bowing slightly in respect of the man before her. Julia knew how to act around such men. "May I introduce you to my husband, Senator Publius." Metellus stepped forward and also bowed slightly. Metellus noted a smile of approval on Luscious' face at both their submission. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Abelard of the Alemanni. My wife and I are tasked with catering to your desires during your stay in the Imperial City as a guest of the Emperor", Metellus declared. Abelard look from Metellus to his wife, openly admiring her body. "You are most gracious hosts. I am very much looking forward to it. Come," Abelard beckoned, holding out his arm and requesting Julia to join him. With a small glance at Metellus, she walked forward and locked her arm in his, feeling his large muscles with her dainty hands. Metellus was amazed at the size difference between the two of them and he had a pang of concern as he realized that all of him might be that massive. As they walked into the Emperor's box, Metellus was struck by the noise of the arena, cheers and clapping echoing throughout the stands and filling the box with a deafening cacophony. Metellus watched as Caligula gave a thumbs down to the bested Gladiator in the area, his triumphal opponent quickly putting him to the sword, much to the joy of the excited crowd. Metellus hated the Games, far too bloody and pointless for his liking. And it had gotten worse under Caligula's reign in terms of both the number of games and the sheer volume of bloodshed. The fact that the plethora of Games had made people of Rome were so blind to the deceitful, corrupt and ignoble ways of their Emperor made Metellus question the validity of Rome's Imperial nature and sovereignty over the many lands of the Mediterranean. Metellus sat at the back of the box tiered, as far from the Emperor as possible. These were popular seats these days, filled by Senators and other Patricians who dared not deny the Emperors request for attendance. Julia and Abelard however, sat further forward, just behind the Emperor. Despite their proximity, Caligula did not seem to notice their arrival, which made Metellus sigh in relief. "How goes it?" a whispered voice beside Metellus enquired. He took his eyes away from his wife momentarily to see it was Senator Antonious. The pious man and his wife Aurelia had been subjected to the whims of the Emperor for over a year, but had more recently found themselves less and less called upon by the Emperor, much to their relief. "Making the best of it," Metellus answered, "and you my friend?" Antonious smiled. "Much better. We have reclaimed our lives and the light has returned to Aurelia's eyes. The business of the past year has not been good for her. We are thinking of retiring from the city and moving to the country so that she is not reminded of her torments." Antonious then stopped and looked over at Metellus. "I'm sorry," Antonious apologized, "I should not find joy in our circumstances when you and your lovely wife continue to find yourselves in its midst." Metellus however, waved off his fellow Senator's concerns. Antonious' circumstances actually gave Metellus some hope that soon Caligula would grow tired of Julia and allow them to return to their normal lives. But deep down Metellus knew that even if the Emperor stopped using Julia for his own personal and Imperial purposes, their lives had been changed forever. Julia had become sexually awakened, and was more than willing to use her youthful sexuality to the benefit of her and her husband. That was unlikely to stop even if the Emperor's naturally short attention span began to wane. "Do not worry yourself," Metellus replied, "Julia and I appear to be weathering this well. I do not always find it easy to accept her treatment by lower members of our society but Julia seems to be not only coping with her situation but to be enjoying her overt sexuality. Just this morning, she used her body to secure for me a sizeable portion of the grain harvest at very favourable terms. " "That is much in contrast to Aurelia," Antonious declared, "you are most fortunate to have a wife who is embracing her circumstances." Both Antonious and Metellus had their attentions drawn by a boisterous laugh coming from within the box. It was Abelard, who sat beside Julia talking avidly to the young woman. Metellus could see his large arm draped over her shoulder, his hand slipping inside her toga and fondling her breasts. The size of the man's hand made Julia's breasts look almost small, an incredible feat knowing how voluptuous the young woman was. Despite his wandering hands, Julia did not object and instead engaged the Barbarian warmly in discussion. "The Emperor wishes to see you," a Guard declared, appearing suddenly before Metellus and Antonious. Both men stood, but the Guard quickly waved Antonious away, much to the old Senator's joy. As Metellus walked to the Emperor's games throne, he stole another quick glance at his wife. Julia was laughing and joking with the Barbarian, as his hand kneaded and groped at her now fully exposed breasts. As Metellus arrived at the sign of the throne, he was given the unpleasant view of a slave being torn apart by four chariots – a violent and gruesome death normally fitting a traitorous criminal. It made Metellus feel sick, to hear the screams, followed by the squelching of blood and muscle and bone being torn apart. Metellus turned away and tried to focus his attention on the Emperor. "Your wife seems to be the perfect diplomat," Caligula declared, as though they were mid-discussion. Metellus bowed formally at the Emperor, who continued to pay more attention to the games, than the man he had just summoned. "That she does, Caesar," Metellus replied, "The Barbarian King seemed very happy." "It's a simple recipe to keep a Barbarian happy – blood and tits. As you can see he has both." Caligula gestured to the seat beside him, casually ordering Metellus to sit. "I assume this Barbarian's happiness is of importance to the Empire, Great Caesar?" Metellus enquired "Of the utmost," Caligula whispered in reply, turning to face the cuckold Senator, "The Allemanni have been a thorn in our side for many generations, but this Chief seeks peace and trade. He and his people would serve as a useful buffer to our northern borders – at least for the moment." "Then my wife and I are honoured to be of assistance to the Emperor," Metellus responded. Caligula just scoffed. "You are of no consequence. You simply married a beautiful young woman, for love no less. It is her, or more correctly, her body, that is of use to me, personally and professionally." Metellus hated to admit but it was true. "The Germanian's so love to fuck married Roman wives, making cuckolds of our men. They say that Roman men do not inflict enough pleasure on our women, and cause them to wander in search of those who would. Given the likes of you and Antonious are meant to represent the pinnacle of our society, I can understand their thinking." Metellus simply nodded in agreement, having absolutely nothing to say. "I wish to retire," Abelard declared, standing up from beside Julia. His kilt-like pants stood out from his crotch, barely covering his erection. Metellus could tell that the man was incredibly well endowed, as he should have expected given the man's bulky and size. Clearly, Julia had excited the Barbarian Chief. Caligula stood and walked over to the Barbarian. "Thank you for your welcome and hospitality great Emperor," Abelard declared, "I have no doubt that you and I will rule over a great era of peace and prosperity between our two peoples." Caligula simply smiled and nodded. There was more to what was happening that the Emperor had said, but that was of little consequence to Metellus. "I wish to take Julia with me to my lodgings," the Barbarian stated. The declaration was so absolute that none, not even the Emperor, thought to question it. Metellus went to speak, but knew he could not. Caligula was right, Julia was a diplomat at the moment and it was her job to keep the Barbarian Chief happy. "Of course, she is a gift for you during your stay here. Enjoy the experience of her body." The Barbarian smiled before glancing over at Metellus. "What of her husband?" the Barbarian whispered to the Emperor. "Never mind him," Caligula replied dismissively, "Senator Metellus is more than happy to relinquish his rights as her husband to you this night. Isn't that right Metellus?" Metellus paused momentarily, but knew he could give no other answer. "Yes," he replied, "I give up my prerogative to you." "Very well," Abelard declared, his booming voice bringing to a close the discussion, "I will do my best not to ruin her for you, knowing how much Roman women love being bedded by real men from the north." Abelard laughed, inspiring a forced response from his Roman hosts. He put his arm around the now standing Julia and pulled her close to his body. Metellus felt genuinely concerned by what was about to happen – Julia's petite, albeit voluptuous body, was to be thorough fucked by the Barbarian, his form to full engulf and overpower hers, even if she resisted. But Metellus knew she would not resist, she, unlike him, had been calm and jovial during the whole experience. So as they turned and walked from the Emperor's booth, Metellus knew there was nothing he would do but return home and wait for his wife's return. ****** It was well after midnight when a loud knock at the door interrupted the silence of an otherwise peaceful night. Despite the hour, and the darkness of the abode, Metellus was far from resting soundly. In fact, he had not even attempted to sleep, his racing mind distracting him all afternoon and into the early hours of the morning. So Metellus did not need to awakened by Sibionous to be informed of Julia's return and Abelard's presence at their home. Metellus quickly ran across the marble floors and into the antechamber. He wore his bed robes and did not attempt to change before meeting the Barbarian and his wife at the door. When he finally reached the entrance, he could see his wife was tired but serene and he felt a load lift off his shoulders. Having become accustomed with his wife being the object of sexual pleasure for other men, Metellus' primary concern was of her safety and welfare. Abelard had seemed pleasant enough, but he was a Barbarian, used to taking rather than asking, and Metellus worried how that would translate into spending time with Julia. "Senator Metellus," Abelard declared formally, "I return your wife to you unharmed and thoroughly satisfied. She is a most incredible woman and you are very fortunate." Metellus smiled, wrapping his arm possessively around his wife as she walked over to him. "I always knew that fact, but have come to realise it more truly in recent months." "So she has told me," Abelard declared, "I found the tales of her exploits and your turmoils to be both disturbing. Your society is even more corrupt then I expected." "Not all of us," Julia retorted. The barbarian smiled at the response. "No, clearly not," Abelard agreed, "It would seem that nothing, not even your current circumstances, can corrupt your love." Abelard then walked back to and walked toward his litter. Just before he reached it, he turned back to face the Roman couple. "Senator Metellus, you both have an open invitation to my lands at any time. I and other men of my clan would love to spend more time with Julia and I am sure we can find business and other profitable ventures to make the trip worthwhile for you." And with that, he mounted his litter to the groan of the slaves and was carried off. Metellus and Julia walked inside arm in arm, Sibionous closed the door behind them. As the couple walked slowly towards their bedroom, Julia leaned against her husband's form. She was clearly exhausted from the evenings. "Are you alright," Metellus asked. "I am ok. Tired and sore. That Barbarian is the most impressive man I have ever been with." "Then let me get you to bed so you can sleep." "No," Julia responded, "I promised you some fun tonight. Let's both go to bed and I will tell you the details. Would you like that?" Metellus immediately became hard in anticipation at hearing his wife's tale. "Absolutely." Upon entering the bedroom, they both disrobed, and Metellus could see bite marks and other red blotches on Julia's skin, signs of the vigorous fucking she had just received. Her ass looked particularly red, undoubtedly from being spanked while being fucked from behind, like he had seen other men do before. The sight of his wife's body so obviously defiled was high arousing for Metellus and he look forward to hearing the details. As he sat on the bed, the pillows behind his back, Julia lay on her front before him, propped up on her elbows. He quickly took his throbbing cock in her hand and began to make love to it with her mouth, tongue and fingers. As she did, she told Metellus stories, how the Barbarian had taken her to his lodgings, one of Caligula's many opulent palaces that made the Metellus family home to be squalor. The Barbarian Chief had taken her straight away, stripping off her clothes as they entered the palace. Julia found herself naked as slaves, servants and members of Abelard's entourage quickly made themselves scarce. Abelard removed his own clothes, to reveal his large muscular form, which was fitting a warrior king and effortlessly lifted Julia from the ground and flung her over his shoulder. Spanking her ass, Abelard carried Julia to the main bedroom and through her onto the bed, causing her to bounce on the soft cushioned surface. Julia had never been so completely dominated before, his strength made her feel physical powerless and suddenly far more aroused. "His member was just like the rest of him," Julia described, remove Metellus' cock from her mouth and stroking it slowly with her hands, "Thicker than my forearm and longer too. It was definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen and I knew I had to have it." Julia told Metellus of how she had sucked on the man's giant member, worshipping its full length, licking and kissing it for what felt like hours. She struggled to get much of it into her mouth but she tried with all her effort because to do anything less would have been disrespectful to a perfect specimen on man. After pleasuring Abelard, the barbarian quickly mounted the bed with Julia, lying on his back beside her. Before she had a chance to react, Abelard quickly picked up the young woman and lifted her up so she hung just above the barbarian's monolithic member. Julia had no control of the situation, unable to even touch the bed as Abelard held her under her legs. Then he began to lower her. "At first I thought he was simply going to thrust it into me, but he was considerate, lowering me slowly onto him so I could grow accustomed to his girth and length. Despite that, I still couldn't fit all of it inside me and I felt more stretched than I ever have before, it was wonderful." Julia told Metellus of how the barbarian had slowly built up pace, raising and lowering the young woman very slowly at first before beginning to quicken. "He was so strong," Julia exclaimed, stroking Metellus faster and faster, " he just used me to pleasure himself, like my body was a play thing to bring him pleasure. Not that I complained. I just spent the entire time screaming and cumming so incredibly hard." After a half an hour, Julia was moved into another position, and was fucked from behind leaning over the bed, her tits swaying violently with every thrust. " He pounded away at me so hard and rough," Julia exclaimed breathlessly, "I didn't think I could take it, but I had no choice. The pleasure was incredible and that masked the pain. I screamed so much as he smacked my ass and pulled on my hard nipples, but I couldn't do anything. At that moment, I belonged to him completely and couldn't have said no even if I wanted to." That was too much for Metellus. Hearing the exploits of his wife was almost as titillating as seeing them. After the day he had - bedding his wife in the early morning, seeing the trader fucking her and the barbarian groping her, and now this – he was surprised he lasted as long as he did. As he began to cum, Julia took him into her mouth and accepted his seed on her tongue and down his throat. Metellus moaned at the pleasure, and felt amazing. After swallowing his load, Julia licked and cleaned her husband's still erect member, as Metellus sit back and let the post orgasm glow wash over him. "I wonder if all Abelard's country men are like him," Julia mused with a devilish smile on her face, "maybe we should take him up on his offer." At that moment, as Julia's tongue slid over his still sensitive cock head, Metellus he would agree to anything she wanted. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 05 Julia's time with Harold and using her sexual skills to negotiate trade and other deals on behalf of her husband was the high point of her time as a whore to the Emperor. She had grown accustomed to her increased sexuality and enjoyed sex with her husband and even other men more and more. Caligula's interest in her had waned during that period as he found other senatorial and tribune wives to fuck in front of their hapless and powerless husbands. That freedom made both Metellus and Julia think the worst was behind them and that their lives while not returning to normal certainly were tolerable and even enjoyable. But two things changed that saw Julia's life revert to one of near sexual slavery to the Emperor and the return of genuine fear for her safety and the safety of her husband Metellus. Firstly, Caligula's interest in Julia underwent a resurgence. While the Emperor had shared the young wife with many men since that fateful party, it seemed that seeing the barbarian chief enjoying the pleasures of her body inspired a jealousy and possessiveness on the part of the Emperor that had not before occurred. It was a typical roman reaction to the acts of a foreigner except, instead of lands and wealth, this roman longed for the pussy and tits of a particular woman. So it was not long before Metellus again began to receive requests from Caligula to fuck his wife. This was particular bad because it seemed that the Emperor had also begun to lose his sense of reality. Caligula had always been a petty, corrupt, cruel tyrant, especially to the members of the aristocracy, but lately he had begun to exhibit clear signs of a delusional god-complex that resulted in a complete disregard for others. People were being killed at his whim or simply for his entertainment, causing fear among the nobles to reach feverish levels. No one would dare cross Caligula now and meek acceptance to his demands was regarded as the only way to survive. So Metellus was unsurprised to once again find himself watching the Emperor fucking Julia. About a week earlier, shortly after the departure of the barbarian chief, Metellus had been awarded and 'honor' of working in Caligula's government. For a moment, Metellus had let himself believe that such a position was thanks by Caligula for Julia's successful entertainment of the Germanian, and that the Emperor was in his own perverted way, reasonable. But he quickly realized the truth upon reading that the position required Julia and Metellus to reside in the Emperor's main palace. This was something that the couple had feared from the beginning of Caligula's cavorting with the young wife. There had already been instances of where the Emperor had forced a husband and wife to divorce so he could more freely bed the wife without any sense of restriction. The only thing Metellus hoped was that by acquiescing to Caligula's requests and generally providing him full access to Julia whenever the urge took him, he would have no incentive to force divorce upon them. So Julia effectively became Caligula's full-time lover and sex slave. Metellus stood to the side of Caligula's expansive palatial bedroom and watched as the Emperor defiled his wife's body. Standing beside Metellus and scattered throughout the room were slaves, servants and other imperial bureaucrats and office holders, simply waiting on the Emperor should he wish them at any time. This gave Caligula an audience while he fucked Julia and the Emperor loved and audience. Metellus tried not to watch as the Emperor roughly fucked his wife. Julia found herself naked, kneeling on the bed against one of the large wooden bed posts. He face was pressed against the wood and her arms were raised above her head. Caligula had grown fond of restraining Julia when he fucked her, enjoying the additional physical power it gave over her. Her arms were tied at the wrists to the top of the bed frame, giving her no defense against the Emperor's attentions. Caligula was kneeling directly behind the young wife, his hard member buried deep in her ass. As he pounded away, thrusting deep and forcefully into her ass hole his hands tortured Julia's perfect tits. He pulled and twisted hard on her large round nipples, flicking them and generally causing them pain. Occasionally, he would stop momentarily to grab Julia's long flowing locks, using her hair for leverage as he fucked her particularly hard and fast. This act caused Julia to arch her back violently giving the Emperor even greater access to her ass. Unfortunately for both Julia and Metellus, this was becoming the only real time they got to spend with one another in the same room. With Julia effectively residing in the emperor's chambers as his fuck doll and Metellus lodging across the other side of the expansive palace, the two no longer spent quality time together. Metellus knew that Caligula's growing jealousy was now including him and that he was conspiring to keep the couple apart as much as possible. At first he had found excuses for Metellus to be unable to be with Julia during the day when she was free; organizing meetings, audiences and gatherings that Metellus was required to attend. And then the Emperor had requested Julia sleep near the imperial chambers so he could have greater access to her at any time of night. When Metellus had enquired if that meant he too was relocating with his wife that was met with a resounding and dismissive no. Now, almost a month after they had moved into the palace, Metellus had gone the past week without seeing his wife. He loved her so very much and despite how hard it was to watch her being roughly sodomized by the emperor, just seeing her was a blessing. Julia screamed in pain filled pleasure as the emperor, holding firmly onto her big tits, penetrated her ass in long deep forceful thrusts. He began to moan, as he reached climax and filled the young wife's ass with his seed. His thrusts slowly came to a stop and he hunched against Julia's back, exhausted from the effort. It was then that the gathered slaves, advantage and bureaucrats began to applause. It was a ludicrous response to watching a man fuck the ass of a young woman but sub was the fear of the Emperor that failing to feed his growing ego through such laughable applause had already resulted in the deaths of three slaves. "Thank you for fucking my ass so well," Julia said, panting for breath, "You are the best lover in the history of the world. I beg you to do it again so I can feel the incredible pleasure you bring me." it was a contrived and wholly baseless response that Julia meant nothing of, but she knew what to say to keep the Emperor happy. "Later my married whore," the Emperor replied removing his increasingly flaccid cock from Julia's brutalized ass. Cum poured from her hole and onto her legs and the bed below her. Caligula hopped off the bed and stood their naked for just a moment. A team of slaves rushed forward to dress the Emperor in the finders of silk robes and clothing, prized treasures imported from the distant eastern lands. One unfortunately slave girl had the unpleasant task of cleaning the emperor's member, washing it with water and a cloth before kneeling before Caligula and taking his cock into her mouth to finish the job. After he was dressed, Caligula turned and walked from the room, leaving Julia naked and tied to the bed. Metellus rushed forward to release his wife and steal a precious moment with her, hidden behind the emperor's entourage as they filed out of the room after the sycophant. But Metellus was intercepted by two members of the praetorian guards who seemed to been ordered to keep the couple apart. "We will take care of the emperor's mistress," one of the guards said, "you are required to return to your duties. Metellus went to argue, staring at his wife who continued to pant heavily with her eyes firmly closed. He wanted to comfort her after the ordeal she had just experienced but he knew that such an act would mean his death and that more than anything; they had to stay alive for each other. ******* Metellus worked as a senior member of the treasury, trying to find funds to pay for the emperor's excessively opulent lifestyle. While it was expected of the Emperor to lead a life fitting of his position at the pinnacle of the empire, Caligula had, in short order, completely emptied the treasury coffers. In response, the Emperor had initiated that favorite of the Julii dynasty since the appointment of Gaius Julius Cesar as dictator for life- treason trials. In recent months, a rash of treason trials had taken place against leading wealthy nobles of Rome. The charges were almost always completely baseless but those in the judiciary, often wealth nobles themselves, dared not dispute the cases presented by emperor's representatives. It also helped that over the last two years, there had been actual assassination conspiracies and attempts on the emperor. Deeply unpopular among the patrician and equestrian class, and with his increasingly, sadistic and destructive in his behavior, Caligula inspired fervent desires on the part of his enemies for his death. So when such a plot was uncovered, it provided the perfect opportunity for wealthy nobles to be implicated. When presented with charges of treason. the nobles were presented with three options. Commit suicide, flee or face judgment and be executed. Most fled, being subsequently tried in their absence and all their possessions being forfeited to the treasury. That was the purpose of the scam - to repurpose the wealth of the patrician class to the Emperor to help fund his extravagant and increasingly hedonistic lifetime. So Metellus found himself tasked with the duty of managing the new acquired estates of dead or exiled noblemen. It saddened Metellus that roman had declined so far so quickly to the point where each day, he worked to organize and liquidate the holdings of men whom he had known all his life, many of who he regarded as his friends and colleagues. But he worked hard, doing his best to deny Caligula the excuse to add his name to one of the treason lists. Unfortunately the Emperor already had everything that was precious to Metellus and he would gladly give away all his world possessions to have his wife back safe and sound. Metellus was interrupted from his thoughts and from his work by a member of the praetorian guard. Metellus recognized the guard immediately as one of the men assigned to 'protect' Julia, apparently from her husband's attention. "Your presence is requested," the guard declared gruffly. Metellus always loathed being approached by one of the guards because it usually meant being made to watch the emperor, or his slaves, or even members of the praetorian or Caligula's personal Germanic guards fucking Julia. While he knew the young woman had become sexually adventurous in recent months, embracing her overt sexuality in response to her circumstances, he was aware that the constant, unending sexual abuse was taking its toll on her, particularly her emotion and psychological strength. Metellus looked at the guard and simply nodded, bracing himself for yet another orgy in which Julia was the star attraction. As Metellus followed the guard he realized that he was being led away from the main wing of the imperial residence and down into the lower levels. Metellus immediately became concerned fearing that he was being led to a secluded spot in the palace to be executed. It seemed that the emperor's jealousy of Metellus' relationship and love with Julia had reached its epoch and that the senator was to be done away with. He hated the fact he was about to die, not from natural fear of death but the fact he would be leaving Julia alone with the Emperor and to her fate. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach Metellus genuinely started considering how he could evade the guard, find Julia and flee. He knew it was impossible, having considered escape from the palace as a solution many times over the past month, but at least they would be together. The guard came to a halt next to the door to what looked like a small storage room. It was in a secluded and isolated part of the palace that rarely received visitors - the perfect spot for a secret execution. Metellus, his mind searching desperately for options reluctantly entered the room not expecting ever to leave it. But he was shocked to find a familiar face looking back at him as he entered - it was Julia. There she stood, after having been beyond his reach and touch for over a week now, within inches of him. She was completely naked, bar a leather band around her forehead that was all the rage in fashion at the moment. Metellus could not help but admire the beauty and perfection of his wife's body for a moment before rushing over to her and embracing her. The two of them held each other's arms for what seemed like an age, finding strength from one another. Metellus leaned down and kisses his wife, feeling her soft lips against his in a magical moment that made his heart radiate with love. "Are you ok? Are you hurt? Are you coping? I love you," Metellus said, peppering his wife with all the questions that had been on his mind for the past week. Julia smiles up at him, static at him intently wig her beautiful eyes. "I'm coping," she responded hesitantly, "it hurts sometimes particularly when the Emperor fucks my ass like this morning but all the other men are more gentle. They are afraid to hurt the emperor's whore." "I miss you so much," Metellus declared desperately, "how did you manage to organize this?" "actually we should get started before someone notices both of you missing," the guard that les Metellus to his wife declared. Metellus turned back to his wife with a confused expression on his face. "the only way I could get them to agree to organize this meeting was if they both fucked me." Metellus turned and noticed he second guard standing to the side of the door, apparently keeping watch. He hadn't seen him upon entering the room. "I hope that's ok," the main guard enquired, "we haven't had a chance to fuck her yet, almost everyone else in the guard has." "Of course," Metellus agreed, "I am happy to honor any agreement that lets me spend time with my wife." and that was the truth. If two guards needed to fuck Julia for Metellus to spend genuine time with her and in her presence, then that was a price he was glad to pay. The main guard reacted immediately, stripping off his armor and garments. He walked over to makeshift mattress on the floor of the storage room, and waved Julia over to him. Julia walked over, lowered herself onto the mattress and positioned herself on all fours. The guard positioned himself behind Julia and was about to slide himself into her wet pussy when he stopped. "Can you put my cock inside your wife," the guard asked, "so I know you are truly ok with this?" Metellus was surprised by the request but after seeing Julia, touching her face and kissing her only moments ago, was so grateful for the guard's efforts that he agreed. So Metellus walked over and kneeled beside the guard, leaned over and held his cock. It was a strange experience for Metellus - like many Romans he was not unaccustomed to witnessing or hearing about homosexuality. I was a pretty common occurrence, particular among soldiers where it was promoted to encourage solidarity and strong fraternal bonds. But he had never before partaken, never having the urge. But with cock in hand, Metellus instinctively gave it several quick gentle strokes, something he rationalized to himself as a thank you to the guard for all he had done. The guard moaned softly at the unexpected stimulation, making Metellus feel both uncomfortable and excited at the same time. However that moment soon passed and with much excitement, Metellus aligned the guard cock with Julia's well used opening and guided the guard as he slid inside her. Metellus then returned to his wife, kneeling in front of her. As the guard behind her slowly built up a steady pace, Metellus took the opportunity to kiss and touch his wife. As they kissed Julia became more passionate, responding to the stimulation she was receiving. Metellus responded and soon the couple were making out while the guard behind her fucked her pussy. Reaching beneath her chest as the kissed, Metellus gently cradled Julia's impressive tits, softly caressing the soft skin and brushing against her now erect nipples. After the poor treatment they had been receiving at the hands of the emperor, Metellus made sure that Julia knew that to him, her body was an object of perfection deserving of worship not torment and torture. "thank you for letting them fuck me," Julia said, through increasing moans of pleasure, "I wanted to see you so much and didn't know how you would react." "i am more than happy with that," Metellus said, "I not only get to kiss you and touch you beautiful face but get to see you being pleasured and not hurt like when the Emperor fucks you." "I'm starting to get seriously scared about the emperor," Julia admitted, "i think he has lost his mind. I have seen so many people killed recently and I'm worried you and i will be next." "that's where I though the guard was taking me - to my execution. The treason trials have started up again. We are not wealthy enough to justify being targeted but with you, I thought he might choose to dispose of me." "I will kill myself if anything ever happened to you," Julia declared lovingly, as the guard behind her pounded away at her pussy approaching climax. Julia continued to moan, still, after so many cocks and so many men, experiencing genuine pleasure from sex. "I miss you so much," Julia declared, "you haven't had a release in over a week. Want me to suck your cock while the guards fuck me." Watching his wife being fucked and being so close to her while it happened was incredibly arousing for Metellus and he could not turn down such an offer. But before he had a chance, the guard fucking his wife intervened. "Let me go first," the guard declared. He withdrew his member from Julia's pussy and stood up. Julia propped herself up onto her knees and turned so that the guard's cock was in her face. Without hesitation, Julia sucked on the guard's member for about a minute before the guard was ready to orgasm. He grabbed a fistful of Julia's hair and held her firmly in place as he stroked his cock to climax. Julia dutiful opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, providing the guard with the perfect target for his impending cum shot, but he guard cared not for her swallowing his load and instead shot long thick wipe strands of cum all over her face. Adorning her skin with his seed, the guard moaned heavily at the release, still holding Julia's head firmly in place so none of his cum would miss her beautiful face. Once he finished he released Julia's hair and stepped back. "That was incredible," the guard declared, clearly spent but elated. "no wonder the Emperor fucks your ass so often. Glad I got a piece." the guard leaned over and groped Julia's impressive tits as Julia wiped some of the man's cum off her face and into her mouth. "Kiss your husband," the guard ordered, his tone more one of a suggestion and a demand. But Julia and Metellus acquiesced and Metellus soon found himself kissing his wife's cum adorned face. As he slid a tongue inside her mouth instinctually he realized she had not swallowed the guard's cum and still held it on her tongue. He stopped involuntarily for a moment, but was now so aroused that he didn't care. He knew as they kissed, the guards cum would cover his face and enter his mouth but he was enjoying the experience of kissing his wife so much not to let that bother him. In a way, he enjoyed being this active in his wife's love making with other men, instead of simply being passive and watching, even if it meant coming in contact with the seed of other men. He realized that given the amount of time Metellus had licked and kissed Julia's sore pussy after she had been fucked that he had undoubtedly come in contact with the seed of other men already. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 05 When they finally stopped kissing, after several minutes, Metellus' face was indeed covered in the man's cum, which seemed to please the guard greatly. The Senator feeling slightly emasculated by the act, quickly took his toga and wiped his face clean, causing Julia to giggle at his reaction. The guard then turned to his brother standing as look out near the door to the store room. "You had better get a piece of this ass quickly before we return these two," the guard said. The second guard, a shorter slightly older man didn't need to be asked twice because, within moments, he had stripped off his armor and clothing and laid himself down on his back on the mattress beside where Julia was kneeling. Julia immediately moved to mount the guard, straddling his waist and hips and lowering herself down atop his already erect member. This guard was far more eager than the first, and immediately began to grope and paw at Julia's massive tits while she raised and lowered herself on his cock. He movements were slow at first, but she quickly built up pace into a steady rhythm, causing her breasts to bounce beneath the guards hands. Metellus had to admit that the site of his wife on top was incredible and he had come to enjoy it when she mounted him during their love making. The fact she was doing all the work and while he could lie back and play with her breasts was most appealing. After about a minute, Julia reached over towards Metellus, who was standing to her left. Stepping forward slightly, Metellus allowed Julia to reach under his toga and retrieve his aching member. The joys of seeing his wife and being such an active part of her love making with the guard made him incredibly hard. As Julia leaned over to him slightly, taking him into her mouth, he didn't know how long he would last. Julia moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing Metellus to quickly approach his own climax. Fortunately, the guard beneath Julia, who was now thrusting up into her to meet her bounces, was not lasting anywhere near as long as his brother in arms. Seeing Julia work Metellus' member into her mouth with passion and enthusiasm, coupled with the stimulation he was already receiving, meant he quickly built towards orgasm. It was only a matter of minutes before both men began to cum. Julia slammed herself down on the guard's hips forcefully as he began to fill her with his fluids. At the same time, Metellus cradled Julia's head and thrust himself into her throat, pumping his seed into her stomach. Julia continued to moan loudly as the attentions of both men bought her a shattering orgasm. "We have to go," the guard at the door declared. Metellus's heart sank for their time was up and they had to return to their new lives. Julia quickly stood up and wiped the cum from her face and streaming down her legs, while the guards both quickly dressed and donned their armor. Metellus stood back and allowed them all to return to their previous states so as not to arise suspicion. Julia of course, remained naked, as was her attire now that she was the whore of the Emperor. Once finished, Julia moved to Metellus and hugged him. Wrapping his arms around his wife, before leaning down and kissing her, Metellus began to cry. "I miss you so much," Metellus declared, his voice breaking as he spoke, "It is not fair that we have to steal moments like this to spend time together." Julia began to cry as well. "We cannot do anything to upset the Emperor," Julia said. "I know, we have to live our parts for the moment, but this must come to an end. We must escape this prison." "We must both seek opportunities," Julia replied, "but not at the risk of our lives. I could not live without you in my life." As they hugged again, the main guard appeared to get agitated. "We must leave now," he whispered harshly, "it has already been too long." Metellus turned to him and nodded. "Thank you for arranging this meeting," the Senator declared formally before turning back to Julia, "Now go." Julia, with sadness in her eyes, turned and followed one of the guards out of the door. The couple stole one last look into each other's eyes, before Julia left. For Metellus, it felt like the last time he would see her again. ****** Metellus did not see Julia for the next week, even passing her in the halls. A crisis on the Danube frontier distracted the Emperor from his near daily sexual exhibitions, requiring him to concentrate for once on matters of state. Metellus had hoped that he would receive another visit from the guards, to facilitate another meeting but it didn't happen. That concerned Metellus and he hoped with all his heart that nothing had happened to Julia. Metellus was in his office when a paige servant informed him the Emperor wished to see him. Metellus has thankful for once to watch Caligula fucking his wife, because it would mean he would at least get to see Julia and make sure he was ok. But as he follow the paige, he was lead to the Emperor's main offices. When he finally was presented to the Emperor, Caligula stood by a large open balcony staring out over Rome and all the bustle and activity of the centre of the empire. "It all belongs to me," Caligula ominously declared before turning to Metellus, "as Emperor, everything in Rome and in the Provinces belongs to me, as is my divine right as a living god." Metellus had heard that Caligula was increasingly erratic and effectively insane in his actions and will openly telling everyone he saw that he was a god. But hearing it first hand was a shock. Yes the Emperor was the Princeps, the first among all Romans, but a god? "And yet, your wife denies me that which I want. How can she do that and expect to live?" Fear rippled through Metellus upon hearing these words and he quickly jumped to her defence. "How does she deny you Cesar? She gives her body to you daily as you desire and gladly performs sexual acts with other men for your viewing pleasure." "Yes but she denies me her loyalty," Caligula replied. Metellus was scared the Emperor had discovered the meeting between he and his wife orchestrated by the guards. "We are both completely loyal to you great Cesar. You must see that in our words and in our deeds." "It is the 'we' that is the issue. Your wife has declared her undying love for me. She has told me that she longs for me with her very heart and soul and worships me for all the pleasure I so expertly give her. But she refuses to divorce you and be mine alone." Metellus and Julia had been dreading this moment from the beginning and now, it was finally happening. "She says she cannot for while she loves me she also loves you." "Is it not possible for a woman to love two men? Such are the hearts of women, particularly those as beautiful and Julia." "But it cannot be when one of the men is the Emperor of all Rome. Therefore I must ask you to divorce your wife." Metellus stopped and stared at the Emperor, the man who had inflicted such torment not just on him and his beautiful wife but so many men and families across the city. He was a tyrant in the truest sense of the word, and an insane one at that and he could not see logic and reason past his insatiable appetite for food, blood and debauchery. Metellus, realizing that he was likely about do die, decided that he would do that which the Emperor could not -- maintain his moral fortitude. "I am sorry my Emperor," Metellus replied quietly, "But I cannot willingly divorce my wife." This stunned Caligula, who had come to expect complete subservience among all he saw. "You deny your Emperor?" Caligula enquired aghast. "When it comes to Julia my Cesar, I would deny the very gods themselves." Metellus stood proud for his words and actions, knowing and accepting that they meant his death. At least to the end, he fought for his wife and their love and that was what the gods would know. "You are denying a god. And such an act cannot be tolerated. I cannot simply annul your marriage, for my brother and sister gods have deemed that sacrosanct. But I can torture you relent. I won't harm you physically, I don't need to, for I feel that a better torment would be to starve your love of the affections of your wife." Caligula paused for a moment. "I hereby expel you from the palace. You are to return to your previous abode. You are also no longer employed in the Treasury and you will not be invited to Julia's performances. You are denied seeing your wife again until you relinquish your marital rights." Metellus went to protest but Caligula waved to members of his Germanic Guards to remove him, signifying the end of the meeting. ******* As Metellus was lead out of the palace, a dark cloud of desperation overcame him. He went to struggle against the oppressive guards, race back and rescue his wife many times, but he knew he would be dead within moments. He could not die now, not when surviving several days, could present a better opportunity to secure her release. Metellus walked slowly through the streets of Rome, back to the Publii manor. He tried to think up ways he could free Julia -- bribes to guards and the right officials, timing it was the distractions of major celebrations or events. Even faking her death was an option he considered, but the reality he had no idea where to start. Metellus did not return home until after sunset. Sibionous greeted his master at the door and led him inside to the dark and dreary home. In the absence of Metellus and Julia, the manor had been effectively shut down, and its current state mirrored Metellus' heart perfectly. Without Julia in his life, he was sure he would soon fall into the dark places that lie in every man's soul and it would kill him. He was no longer the young man he was in his youth and having the love of his life torn from him would undoubtedly shorten his life by years. But he would not waste that time simply pining for her. He would work at finding ways to rescue Julia and return her to his arms where she belonged most in the world. All he needed was an opportunity. Metellus had barely crossed the central atrium of the manor when Sibionous raced after him, informing him there was an important guest. Considering it strange that he should receive a visitor so late, only shortly after having arrived home, Metellus reluctantly turned and reentered the Audience chamber. There a hooded man stood, to attention, clearly a soldier from his stance and build. "I am not taking audiences at the moment. Please come back at a later time." Metellus said dismissively. "Senator Publius, you must hear what I have to say" the man declared, throwing back his hood. He was definitely a solider, but not in uniform. His voice was not as strong as Metellus would have expected for a military man, almost effeminate. But he did not doubt the man's ability to kill. "It is relevant to your wife and therefore you as well." Metellus rushed over to the man, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him. "Is she ok?" Metellus desperately enquired. "She remains alive and well. But I fear for her like I fear for all of us." Metellus stepped back and allowed the man to speak. "My name is Cassius Chaerea, and I am a member of the Praetorian Guard under the Emperor. I served his father Germanicus after the death of the most holy Augustus. I have born witness to the treatment that you and your wife have received and I heard of your confrontation with the Emperor this afternoon. You both have a fortitude of spirit that surpasses all I know -- far greater than that of mine. For I too have been the target of the Emperor's cruelty." Metellus saw the man slump upon admitting his victimization at the hands of the tyrant. "So many people are being harmed by the Emperor and he is unfit to rule. Your wife remains in danger so long as she is with him and you have made yourself a greater target denying him. We must act." "I agree, but what can we do. I care for my wife and want her to escape from her torments." "She can never escape Caligula, not while he is in this world." "Speak plainly," Metellus replied, "what are your intentions." Cassius smiled in response. "My intentions, my good Senator," the man replied softly, "Is to kill the Emperor!" Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 06 Metellus Julia did as she was told - nothing more nothing less. When the bureaucrat before her ordered her to suck his cock, she complied without thought of denying him. She had forgotten what it was like to be a noble born woman to whom others owed due deference. She might have been young but her family line could boast 4 Consuls - when there were still Consuls - and that usually meant something. But now all that was gone and she had come to accept the brutal fact - she was a slave. Julia worked the man's erect member with a steady efficient rhythm devoid of any passion and enthusiasm. She could barely remember the last time she had willingly engaged in sex with someone, probably with the guards that had escorted her to the secret meeting with her husband. That felt like a lifetime ago. Now she had no choice, just like every other slave. And a slave to a monster. Caligula, God Emperor of the World as he now preferred himself to be called, had now fully disengaged from reality. His brutality and torture was fed by a psychotic delusion that was fed by his position and status. Julia, who had at first been one of his married playthings, someone to have fun with, barely registered in Caligula's mind as a person. Julia tried where she could to simply avoid the man, but in his palace, with his fiercely loyal Germanic Guard and a cadre of terrified bureaucrats and servants, she could never hide for long. Julia noticed the man before her tense as he approached climax. Julia had long ago worked out the easiest ways in which to bring men to conclusion, drawing on her extensive experience of the last year. She worked all of the man's member into her throat, locking the lips at the bottom of his shaft. She then steadily worked up and down the bottom third of his hard cock while her tongue applied constant pressure to the head. The move always bought men to an end quickly, including Caligula, though he usually liked to draw out his pleasure much to Julia painful discomfort. Fortunately, Caligula was throwing yet another party, this one to celebrate his daughter's 1st birthday. Despite his galavanting and overt promiscuity, Caligula was a married man. In fact he had been married four times. His latest wife was Millonia Caesonia, a middle aged and moderately attractive woman who had all the trappings of a breeder. This had proven apt as rumour had it that she gave birth to their daughter Julia Drusilla on their wedding day. Julia had never met or even seen the Empress and their young child, though he doubted Caligula was eager, no matter how much he considered himself a god, to introduce his family to his whore. In Caligula's distraction, Julia was safe and savored a moment of torment free peace. Sucking off the bueaucrat almost rated as a holiday from her life. When not sucking and fucking the men of the palace, she slept and ate and tried to rally her spirits. But she could feel her soul turning black. There was little she could do to stop it, the light of her heart had gone out and only the faintest of glowing embers remained in the gloom of her world. Only the safety and comfort of her husbands arms would bring her soul back to life, yet the passing of each day brought with it the further fading of her hopes. As the bureaucrat thrust his member deep into Julia's mouth, the young woman closed her eyes and imagined it was Metellus' cum shooing into her throat. She savoured the saltiness for a moment, getting much joy from bringing her husband such pleasure. But it was not real. The man was not her husband and he did not care for her. He simply removed his cock from her mouth, adjusted his clothes and left, leaving Julia alone in the world once again. **** Metellus had never ever considered committing treason. He was an honorable man, one that had earned the respect of others through his diligence, honesty and generosity. So the fact he was an active part of a conspiracy to not only commit treason by regicide as well was beyond comprehension. He tried not to think about it. The decision was made and it was the right one. If the death of the Emperor was what it took to bring Julia back to him then Caligula would die. Metellus had been steadily liquidating his estate over the past month since that fateful meeting with Cassius Chaerea. He had heard the mans tale - the torments and humiliation Caligula had subjected him too simply because of his soft voice showed the depths of the mans callous and heartless nature. Cassius' honour had been besmirched and he was right to seek vengeance for that. So Metellus did what he could to help, greasing the palms of certain members of the Praetorian Guard to assist Cassius' plot while also planning for his own liberation attempt of his wife. The plan was simple. Cassius would corner and kill the Emperor with several of his fellow Guardmen. In the chaos and commotion of the events, two palace guards would escort Julia out of the main palace and into the kitchens where the servants would lead her off the Palantine Hill and to her husband. There Metellus would be waiting for her with strong horses and a carriage loaded with as much wealth as it could carry, more than enough to start a new life. Metellus worked day and night preparing for the moment. He drew upon his extensive contacts of clients, selling to them property, trade rights and other assets at discounted rates for hard coin, some of which he then converted into jewels, silks and other precious items. He also had colleagues contact and confirm the support of the guards and palace servants without whom it would not work. They had all be paid in advance, only honour and a mutual hatred of the Emperor would keep them to their word now. After dusk, Metellus left his now sparse manor and headed alone into the streets of Rome. There was excitement in the air, anticipation of the upcoming festival of the Divine Augustus which coincided with the Birthday of the Emperor's young daughter. Metellus shared their anticipation but for very different reasons. After walking for 30 minutes, a hooded and cloaked Metellus turned of the empty street and into a dimly lit home. An armed man stood by the door, his hand immediately reaching for the hilt of the blade on his hip upon approach of the hood figure. But Metellus removed a silver feather from his billowing sleeve and presented it to the guard, causing him to return to his relaxed stature. Metellus would have smiled at the cloak-and-dagger nature of the interaction if he was actually carrying a dagger in his belt. All the subterfuge was just common sense given what he was involved in. Once inside the house, a slave led Metellus through the antechamber and into the main living room where a group was gathered. These were Metellus' fellow conspirators - a strange mix of Old money Patrcians, wealthy Plebian merchants and senior and junior members of the Praetorian Guard. Never would such a diverse group of me socialize with one another under normal circumstances, such was the depth of the hatred for the Emperor. "With Metellus here we can start," Cassius Chaerea, standing at the centre of the room declared in a hushed voice. His voice was high and weak as the Emperor had so cruelly tormented him for. But his blade had shown his true strength against the enemies of Rome and Metellus felt it was by these actions that the man should be judged. "I confirm tonight to all of you present, all of you who have made the solemn oath of brotherhood, that Caligula tyrant of Rome, will die tomorrow." there was a murmur through he gathered group. Finally one of them spoke up - an older man Metellus did not know. "Are we sure we wish to act now, with the festival upon us?" A second man responded, this time a younger portly man Metellus knew as Nubius Aurelius, a successful cloth merchant. "We must consider the aftermath of our actions. Killing Caligula know, while his public favour is so high, will place us in great danger. Caligula's death though justified, may not be welcomed by the angry mob on the streets." "Particularly if we are to restore the Republic!" a voice from the other side to the room added. Metellus didn't catch who it was but it was undoubtedly a older Senator, one who still remembered the old days and longed for power and glory to return to the increasingly impotent Senate. "We have had these arguments before," Cassius waved away, "and I do not intend to repeat them. We all agreed that the Emperor must die before he can bring more death and destruction to the people and the Empire. There is no cause for delay." There was a murmur of general acceptance. They had waited long enough. All plans were in place and they remained undiscovered. Delay now would only open them up to further risk of being ratted out. "Tonight is not a night for second guessing. Tonight is a night for toasting the Gods and seeking their blessing on our righteous endeavor." Cassius Picked up and raised of goblet from the small table beside him. Slaves passed around goblets filled with wine to the gathered men who all joined the Praetorian Prefect. "To freedom or Glorious Death!" Metellus and all those gathered echoed the words. For Metellus freedom was a much more tangible goal. Although he wouldn't be there holding a blade, he knew he had done his part and that the plan was set. The matter was now one of the Goddess Fortuna, and Metellus prayed that her guiding hand of fate would be kind on him and his absconded wife the following morning. And with that Metellus finished his goblet and left. ***** The Imperial Palace was a hectic place at the best of times. But today, with the Festival of the Divine Augustus to commence in the evening, Julia found the halls and rooms and corridors filled with people. She did not really care - everyone was far too busy to pester her for sexual favours. No doubt, later in the evening when the wine was flowing freely, she would be called upon to fulfill her duty. She had not be told her part to play, only that she would be required that evening. She wondered coldly how many men would fuck her tonight. 20? 30? More? Would she be performing for an audience or would she simply being gangbanged? She no longer dreaded the experience, just as she no long desired it. She felt nothing. Just cold emptiness. As she sat in her small room in the Imperial Quarters, she heard footsteps approaching. A rush of anxiety swam through her blood as the steps grew louder and closer. She stood up, her light clothing providing her little modesty but she had long ago buried her concerns regarding that minor matter. As she turned, the door of her room swung open, revealing two guards. At first she assumed they were their to fuck her but she soon realized that she recognized them. They were the same guards who had escorted her to Metellus during their last private visit together. After they had both entered, the senior guard turned and motioned to the other to close the door behind him which he did. He then turned back to Julia. "Are you alone?" Julia nodded confirmation, suddenly unable to speak. "You must be ready to leave within moments. Pack only what you must bring with you." "I have nothing here," Julia responded looking around her room. This wasn't her home, her home was where she lived with her husband. "Am I being set free from my servitude?" Julia asked hopefully. "We shall see." Meanwhile, Cassius and several senior Praetorian Guards walked through the Palace. Their presence went unnoticed, not because they were hidden but because they were such common place in the halls. They simply walked tall and purposeful, like they had so many times before on State business. Little did all the bureaucrats, and slaves and performers know, that their intent was far less formal and far more sinister to the Emperor. Cassius had used his rank to confirm the Emperor's location. As they walked, he called Guards in the Palace who were loyal to him to join his group and before long they were 15-20 strong. Cassius led them from the main palace and into the one of the broad hallways that connected the main palace with surround administrative and residential buildings in the complex. After walking for a few minutes, they Praetorian Guards found the Emperor, enthusiastically watching a trope of acrobats rehearsing for their performance that night. Caligula kept giving the nimble men pointers of where they should place their hands and legs and what tricks thy should perform, much to the tolerant chagrin of the acrobats themselves. He was so preoccupied that he did not see Cassius and his retinue approaching. "Caligula!" Cassius called out as they finally reached the Emperor. Surprised at his presence, Caligula turned to face the Praetorian. "Ah Venus," Caligula mocking replied, "You seem all pent up. Maybe you need to lie down." the Emperor's comments did little to diffuse the situation and instead added to Cassius' convictions. "Caligula, I charge you with high crimes against the people of the Roman Empire including Tyranny, Corruption and Incompetence and I sentence you to death." Caligula final realized his peril as the men drew blades from their cloaks and lunged at him. He didn't even have time to scream for help as the gathered men brutally stabbed at the Emperor. His blood began to flow almost immediately, staining his toga before dripping onto the floor. The acrobatic trope, who had moments ago been rehearsing, stares in disbelief as the Emperor's increasingly bloody form buckled under the onslaught and collapsed to the ground. It was done. The men, the clothes and hands bloodied from the onslaught they had inflicted, stood dazed for a moment as the realization of their actions sank in. Their reverie was broken however as a slave girl came across the scene and screamed. And so chaos began. ***** Metellus and Sibionus sat in a large horse drawn carriage, on a steer on the far side of the Palace. Such a carriage was not out of place, as all manner of deliveries were being made to residences on the Capatline Hill in preparation for the evenings festivities. It was now early afternoon, and by the plans, Cassius and his group should have performed the deed and the Emperor should be dead. He would undoubtedly hear within minutes, as such news would spread like fire through the busy Roman streets. It would cause pandemonium, but such an environment was ideal in which to make an escape. The carriage appeared perfectly normal in almost every way. But it carried within it enough wealth to buy a small city. Metellus had never really known how rich he was until he started selling his belonging. And he didn't even get full price! It would be more than sufficient to give Julia a safe life away from Rome. Sibionus was the first to notice the change in the people in the street around them. Within a few moments, they had gone from orderly to frantic, without an apparent cause. Then a young boy ran up to the carriage, in which Metellus waited. "Have you heard? The Emperor is dead." It was now simply a waiting game to see if Julia would survive long enough to escape the Palace. ***** The turmoil with the Palace was unprecedented. The assignation of the Emperor, on the eve of the Festival, with so many people around was a powder keg with a lit fuse. The keg finally exploded when the Emperor's personal Germanic Guard reached the Emperor's blood strewn body and lost their minds with grief. They simply turned and started killing everyone they saw. Julia stood up from the edge of her bed with a start when she heard screams coming from the corridor nearby. Still unaware of events, she continued to be perplexed about how the Guards with her hoped to aid her escape. Yet, as the commotion built outside in the Palace, she began to realize the plan. Suddenly, the junior guard at the door, who had been maintaining a vigilant watch, turned back into the room. "Nows our chance," the junior Guard declared. With that the senior Guard, who had been pacing the room, move straight for Julia and firmly grabbed her by the arm. Julia allowed herself to be manhandled - they could do whatever they wanted to her if they got her out of the palace. As the quickly exited the door, Julia was taken back by the extent of the violence. Normally perfectly clean and orderly rooms had been tossed over, with all manner of food and papers strewn across the floor. But it was he sight of bodies, several of them, lying bloodied amongst the clutter that shocked Julia. She had seen people killed before - such was living in the shadow of a mad man. But this was different. But she had time barely to glimpse at the scene before the Guards rushed her away from the Palace. After a minute, Julia finally spoke up. "What has happened?" Without turning or even slowing the brisk pace he was setting, the Guard replied. "Either the Emperor has been killed or the plot has failed. Regardless, we are to make your escape." Caligula....dead! Julia exclaimed to herself. She had prayed to the Gods often that they would bring her such an outcome. She hoped it was true, but had her doubts. So many people had tried to assassinate the Emperor and failed, though she had never seen such a response before. Everything around her looked more like a chaotic slaughter than a failed assassination attempt. As they turned a corner and entered the corridor which led to the kitchens and secant quarters, they witness the bloodshed first hand. Ahead of them were three members of the Emperor's Germanic Guard. Julia was ways reminded of Abelard of the Allemani when she saw them, because of their size and strong features. But at that moment, the Barbarians Inspired only fear as they brought down their giant battle on innocent servants and slaves trying to escape their wrath. The two Praetorian Guards, themselves no match for the Germans, pushed Julia to the side, hiding her and themselves in a small alcove. There they waited in silence for a moment as the sounds of slaughter slowly faded. It appeared the Germans were just skill all they could find, but Julia didnt know what that meant. When the path was clear, Julia and her escorts left the alcove and, travelling down another corridor, finally reached the kitchens. After a light knock on the door by the Senior Guard, it opened to a scared and annoyed young woman. "where they hell have you been," the woman whispered in a harsh tone. "I have been waiting here alone as those barbarian monsters tear up the place, I'm not getting paid enough to risk my life for the Emperor's cunt." Julia took great offense at her characterization, though it was hard to argue against it after how she had been used over the past months. "Were they successful?" the junior Guard enquired as they manhandled Julia in through the door and to the impatient woman. "Of course," the woman spat, "why do you think his personal guard are killing everyone." So it had been done - Caligula was dead. Julia started to cry. "What's the matter with you," the woman scolded, "sad he won't be able to fuck you anymore?" "No, sad he didn't die sooner." Julia's response seemed to mollify the servant for the moment. "Now go, before you are both killed," the woman said, waving at the Guards to close the door. Before they did however, Julia moved quickly towards them both and embraced them, throwing her arms around their necks and kissing them. "Thanks you," she whispered before turning and following the servant. ***** The wait was the most excruciating of Metellus' life. The crowd in the street was building, as the people, confused by recent events, mulled around unsure of whether to mourn the death of their Emperor or start the planned festivities. Any concentration of unwashed plebs was dangerous, as the uneducated were uneasily incited into deadly violence by the slightest action. Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 06 But mostly, Metellus waited anxiously for his wife to appear. He had expected her from any time from a quarter of an hour ago so she wasn't exactly late yet but any delay caused his concern to grow. Horrible scenarios swirled through Metellus' mind, involving Julia's capture, torture and death. He had long ago made the decision not to live in a world without his beautiful wife. If she died, he died. It was as simple as that. Metellus was distracted momentarily from his worries by the ordrerly drilled approach of the cohort of Praetorian Guards. The presence of such troops, likely from the Praetorian Camp outside the City Walls, brought a fearful calm over the agitated populace. Metellus had mixed feelings from seeing the troops. On the one hand, so many troops surely meant the plan had been successful and Caligula was dead. That meant that Julia was finally free of the Emperors torments regardless the outcome. But the troops were coming straight for him and the carriage. Were they going to force him to move on and lock down the Palace, preventing Julia's escape? Or worse, had his involvement in the assassination been uncovered and he was to be arrested and killed? His eyes darted between the oncoming troops and the Palace service entrance, as he hoped and prayed that Julia would soon emerge. His panic grew as he saw several of the troops looking at the carriage, attention is sorely wished to avoid. When the troops were only 20 metres away, he finally noticed the service entrance door open. His heart fell momentarily when he saw a dark haired woman exit. It wasn't his Julia. But the woman stood aside and running through the door always a blonde hair goddess. Metellus started crying almost immediately upon seeing his wife. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her flowing hair framed her youthful face, that radiated vitality, in spite of how exhausted she was. As she ran, Metellus could clearly see Julia's body. The sunlight shone through the sheer negligee that Caligula had her wear always, leaving nothin to the imagination. The bounce of her full breasts and soft curves of her supple body made Metellus smile through his years. She was perfect and she was his. Julia frantically scanned the surrounds for her husband. She began to panic until she saw a carriage parked just up the street. As she moved towards it she stepped out of the street and into the path of a troop of soldiers. Realizing her attire too late, she ran towards the carriage and they're husband as the normally professional soldiers whistled and called after her. But fortunately none of them chased her, she didn't want to be hauled of and gangbanged by a whole cohort of troops when she was so close to her husband. As she ran she saw a face peer out from inside the carriage. It was her husband. His face was streaked with tears of joy at seeing her, which made her burst into tears in response. She knew she loved her husband, more than a good aristocratic wife normally did, but she never realized how much until she was forbidden to see him. He was her entire world and seeing him, running towards him, after such a long time apart was the happiest moment of her life. After what felt like an age, Julia reached the carriage and leapt into her husband's arms. She was immediately over come with a feeling of safety, feeling at that moment that nothing in the world to tear them apart. They were finally together. As Sibionous whipped at the reins of the horses and started the carriage moving, Julia fell into Metellus who leaned back against the cushioned seat. They laughed through their tears as Julia landed on Metellus lap, their arms never leaving each other. There they stayed for the longest time, kissing and feeling one another again, as Sibionous slowly worked the carriage through the busy streets of Rome and finally to the walls. "We are leaving," Julia finally spoke. It was a statement not a question, an acknowledgement that they could not stay in Rome a moment longer. "Yes," Metellus said, "we don't need it. My home is where ever you are." "So where are we going?" Julia asked, snuggling into Metellus. "North, out of the Empire. I have sent word to Abelard explaining out circumstances and that we wish to take him up on his offer" Julia sat up straight. "You know he will want to fuck me again," she said hesitantly, "after everything that has happened, are you ok with that?" Metellus had already considered. "I am. Regardless its not like we have much choice. I have few contacts outside of Rome and we can't stay here. I know he treated you well and was very taken with you. I expect a warm welcome." "That's good," Julia chuckled with relief, "I was hoping you would feel that way. I love having sex with other men and don't want to stop. I want to be a slut for you, it was so fun until Caligula lost his mind and tried to take me away from you." "I wont let that happen again," Metellus declared, holding his wife even tighter against him."I believe Abelard is a far more honouable man than the late Emperor." Julia nodded in agreement. "Abelard was good to me, and so was his big cock." The look on Julia's face as she mentioned Abelard's impressive appendage was one of pure lust and Metellus immediate got hard. Julia could obviously feel his surging erection beneath her because she looked down at his lap and then back up at him with a knowing look. "It seems you missed me," Julia said coyly. "You know I did, in every way." "Well I missed you 'that way' too." "Even with all the men you fucked." "Especially because of that. Sex with them was just physical, with you in means so much more." Julia leaned forward and kissed her husband passionately, feeling her own desire for him surge through her. As they kissed, she worked her hands down into Meltellus lap and quickly released his member. She moved to he floor of the carriage, kneeling so her face was in line with his cock. Holding it, she missed and caressed it lovingly, worshiping and adoring it. "I love your cock," Julia declared before taking the whole length into her mouth. Metellus gasped as Julia slowly worked his entire shaft with her lips and tongue, making love to his cock with her mouth. Metellus cradled his wife's head as it bobbed up and down in his lap. He ran his fingers through her golden locks, feeling the silky softness against his skin. It was so wonderful to have her back, and it was all too much for him. Despite Julia's slow pace, Metellus could feel himself building quickly towards orgasm. He had been without stimulation for months and the rush of emotions from their reuniting, the glimpse of her perfect body through her negligee and her clear wanton desire for him, brought him to the edge within minutes. Moments later, before he had a chance to warn his beautiful wife he began to cum. Julia didn't let a drop of her husbands precious fluids leave her lips, diligently licking and swallowing the sweet nectar. It was as satisfying as she hoped it would be when she had fantasized when with the men of the Palace. She noticed Metellus relax back into his seat, enjoying the post-coital hue. But Julia wasn't done. "Your not done yet," Julia declared. She quickly removed the negligee she was wear, pulling it up over her head before throwing it out the carriage. "What are you doing?" a surprised Metellus chuckled. "I don't want anything to remind me of Caligula." Julia then reached up and folded her arms above her head, elongating her lithe body and lifting her round pert breasts. "Plus I don't believe that I'm going to need clothes for a while." Julia smiled devishly, running her hands over her glorious body. She cupped her breasts squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. She allowed her hands to slide down to her stomach and to her womanhood, parting her knees slightly. She saw the lustful expression on her husband's face and smiled. "I love the way you look at me," Julia said, "Makes me feel so beautiful and sexy." Metellus smiled and reached down to his kneeling wife, guiding her up onto his lap. Straddling his waist, Julia reached down to his still erect member and guides the head her her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down onto it, moaning with pleasure and joy as she did. "I am just so happy to have you as my wife," Metellus declared with unrepentant love in his voice. "I love you," Julia declared softly, as she began to slowly roll her hips back and forward on her husband's cock. "I love you too." Metellus replied as his hand and face went to his wife's bountiful breasts. Their they stayed, for the rest of the day and into the evening, making love to one another as Sibionous slowly guided the horses north towards the Po Valley, the Alps and the Danube River. It was there that Metellus hoped to start the next chapter of his life, freed from being a cuckold to the Emperor of Rome but embracing his life as simply a cuckold.