Bound by Blood
By Nicole Draylock
Copyright 2012 Nicole Draylock
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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including beastiality. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only.
Villa Caratus lay along the Black Sea in the province of Bithynia. The Caratus family had maintained a home in this remote villa for over a century when young Lucius and Lucretia Caratus inherited it from their father upon his premature death.
Lucretia was a quiet creature, seldom seen. She had an uncanny knack of being where she was needed in the day to day operations of the villa, but was often unseen for long hours at a time. Since reaching the age of majority, she was expected to marry, but in this dismal place so far from Rome adequate suitors were lacking.
Lucretia’s brother Lucius was another matter. Though he might be compelled to someday marry for the good of the empire, to insure the survival of the family line, he was expected by nature of his manhood to spread the thighs of every young maid whom he could. This was one of the few responsibilities of his position that he never missed opportunity to pursue.
Lucretia doubted that there was a female slave of age in their household who had not been plumbed to her depths by her brother’s raging cock. She knew because she had witnessed many. Her brother had no conscience in the matter, and was prone to take the serving girls over the dinner table like an animal. His lusts were extraordinary and Lucretia had even caught him buggering a few of the lads that worked about the villa. It was terribly unfair, she desperately desired lovers of her own, but she was watched night and day by the old crone that still oversaw her virtue. Hired by her father, who should have dismissed her long ago, no one slave or citizen dared plunder the treasures found between her beautific thighs without fear of the wizened old woman.
An answer came to her in her studies that day. The classics always had bored her, those long dead Greek’s ranting about this philosophy and that between sordid bouts of buggery with young boys. She thought that it was little wonder that such a culture had fallen, now just a remnant of its former glory. What had fascinated her about her studies this day was an account of how the ancient ruling class of Egypt often intermarried to keep their blood lines pure. Lucretia had little use for marriage and even less for progeny, but there was one person whom she could be alone with where the old crone would not follow her.
Lucius was a lusty young man, and she was widely considered one of the most beautiful of women in the province, surely she could lure him between her aching thighs. Though technically a virgin, the bone phallus that she kept hidden under the loose floorboards of her room had long since plunged through her maidenhead, so accepting her brother’s large member into the seat of her womb would not prove the more challenging.
“Lucius, I have something to share with you my brother” she announced boldly, trying in vain to keep the giggle at bay which resulted from her double entendre.
“Ah, Lucretia, darling sister, whatever is so amusing?” he asked, confused by her antics.
“It’s a passage from one of the classic’s Helen had me at today, for once it was not a bore reading the old swineherds philosophy” she replied, eager for him to read the passage.
“I don’t have the time sister” he retorted.
“Not even if it explains the means by which you might readily find a new and as yet unplumbed source of amusement dear brother?”
“I have plumbed every source about the villa as you well know sister, with perhaps the exception of your overbearing watch dog, and I shall never be so desperate as to attempt the slaying of that fell dragon with my lance!” he replied, laughter in his voice.
Lucretia was tempted to leave off, his obliviousness to her charms making her doubt the desire of his cock to penetrate her seat of pleasure. Allowing her disappointment to color her words she called out over her shoulder as she turned to leave his chambers, “there is yet one of ripe age and beauty that could have been yours for the asking had you but given her a moment of your precious time dear brother”.
As he watched her stalk out his door, the meaning of her words initially lost to the boy, he wondered why she would seek to aide him in yet another conquest in any case. What was there for her to gain in such an arrangement?
It was some moments later when an errant thought fought its way to the surface of his turbulent mind. The only woman in the villa that was of age and not hideous that he hadn’t used for his pleasure was Lucretia herself! That was absurd. She was indeed gorgeous, in fact beautiful beyond compare, but she was a citizen and as such he couldn’t force himself upon her without suffering penalties, and she was his sister after all. Never the less, as his mind toyed with the idea of plunging into his sister’s young body is cock twitched, becoming rigid at the idea in short order. Could that have been her meaning? He had to know now.