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The Banquet (snuff Tale) By Jennifer Kilmey free porn video
The great room had been but a dark, damp cavernous stone chamber. Marcus had done his best to make it into an acceptable dining area. He had his soldiers scrub the walls, the floor, even the ceiling in an attempt to rid the stones of as much mold as possible. With the addition of a large fireplace and nearly a hundred candle lit sconces, a tapestry adorning one wall, and furniture fashioned from oak harvested from the nearby forest, the space had become reasonably comfortable. Not Rome... not even close, but as a shelter from the cold inhospitable wilderness of Northern Britannia, it would do.
Side by side, Marcus and Aludia, dressed in soft white woolen togas, sat in the middle of a U shaped table. On either side they were flanked by their guests... visiting dignitaries, senior officers and their consorts, who were mostly local strumpets.
The meal was passable. Wild boar, Salmon from the local streams, roots, leeks, honey cakes, and wine which had been carried in barrels all the way from Gaul.
The gathering was festive, and music filled the chamber. A piper and a harper... both local minstrels who were happy to lend their talents in exchange for a few coins and a share of the victuals. Though the Northumbrian airs seemed wild and strange to Roman ears, it mattered little, for all eyes were on the fair young dancer.
Lithe and slender she was, and appeared not a day older than fifteen. A fine, Celtic beauty...with a complexion pale as a lily... so different than the olive skinned beauties of Rome. Her long jet black hair, fastened at the nape of her neck by a leather broach of Celtic knot design, flowed like a wild dark river down the middle of her back. Her eyes, bright and lively, were as pale blue as a Midsummer sky. She was dressed in a brightly woven wool tunic... a plaid pattern of saffron and burgundy common among the Celts of the region. The garment hugged her slender form and was scandalously short, baring her long slender legs as she danced barefoot on the stone floor. Her every movement graceful...fluid...in perfect time with the music.
Marcus smiled as he gazed upon the winsome lass, admiring how the shape of her small perfect breasts were clearly visible beneath the tight garment. Aludia sat close beside him, their togas gathered together. Beneath the table, their hands were free to slip between the folds. It was a game they had played many times. He felt Aludia's fingers brush lightly across his skin, to gently caress his member, which had already begun to swell, and in response, his own hand slipped beneath the soft wool, creeping like a spider over the smooth surface of her thigh, his fingers seeking her warm moistness.
The music was slow and stately at first, and the girl arched her back, her slender arms raised, as she swayed and flexed her supple young body... as graceful as a swan. And beneath the table, under the loose folds of their togas, Marcus and Aludia pleasured each other as they watched the young dancer.
The tempo of the music began to increase, and the girl's movements became more animated, spinning, bending, stretching her young form in most delightfully arousing ways. The childlike innocence of her young face only adding to the erotic nature of her dance as she leapt high. Marcus smiled as he caught a glimpse of pale white inner thigh and the dark shadowy triangle of pubic curls when a high kick raised the hem of her tunic. He felt Aludia's fingers tighten around his throbbing shaft... she had seen it as well, and her reaction must have been as strong as his own.
The harp and pipes once again sped the tempo, bursting into a galloping, frolicsome reel.
The girl, though barely more than a child, was innocently flirtatious, her bright eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. Indeed, the comely little wench was as playfully graceful as a half grown kitten as she spun, leapt and frolicked, the tune carrying her along.
With a swelling crescendo, the music abruptly stopped. The girl, having leapt even higher, landed straight and poised, her pretty bare feet striking the floor in perfect time with the final beat.
The applause was deafening. The girl stood before the Centurion and his lady smiling sweetly, winded by the exertion of her performance. Marcus' eyes strayed to the swell of her pert young breasts beneath the plaid tunic... watching them rise and fall with the girl's rapid breathing. "Perfect" he thought... "This child's beauty is exquisite."
The applause died away, and as the room fell silent, she stood there, eyes down, her sweet young face bearing an expression of chaste humility, a slight blush coloring her pale Celtic cheeks.
Marcus smiled.
"Well done, child" he spoke, "That was captivating... as sweet and heather wine. Your dancing has made the evening memorable indeed."
The girl looked up at him, returning his smile with one of her own.
"Tell me, love.... what is your name?"
"Elsbeth" she answered shyly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Marcus was silent for a moment, as though considering what reward to grant this fair young nymph.
Under the table, beneath the soft wool of his toga, Aludia's fingers were still stroking his throbbing cock.
"Well, Elsbeth..." when he spoke again, his voice was smooth as velvet, his tone warm and kind, though his eyes had grown hard and cruel with lust.
"Thank you. Your dancing this evening was so exquisite, We will cherish the memory... hold you in our hearts... possess you... We would certainly not wish to share you with anyone else."
Then he signaled his guard. and spoke the order.
"Kill her."
An audible gasp broke the silence... the sudden intake of many breaths... the harper lost his grip on his instrument and the harp fell to the stone floor with a loud crash of reverberating strings and splintering wood.
And in the moment's distraction Elsbeth spun and bolted for the door as swift as a pretty little vixen fleeing a pack of hounds. She nearly made it through the archway before strong hands grabbed her by her slender arms and dragged her back, kicking and struggling, screaming "Noooo..."
The guard held the terrified little beauty tightly, a huge muscled arm drawn across her bony shoulders, under her chin, pressing against the hollow at the base of her throat hard enough to stifle her screams. She continued to writhe and twist helplessly, her sparkling blue eyes wide and round with panic as the guard's other hand grasped the hem of her tunic, gathering the fabric, raising it slowly... revealing her slender creamy pale upper thighs... the dark triangle of pubic curls, graceful curve of hip bones framing the soft, smooth flatness of her belly. The crowd murmured their approval as he pulled the wool higher, slowly peeling her as though she were a succulent piece of ripe fruit. Marcus and Aludia sat transfixed, their eyes glistening with cruel lust as they watched the beautifully sad tragedy play out before them. The trembling girl, so deliciously helpless... kicking and squirming, her toes barely brushing the cold stone floor as she continued her useless little struggles... moaning and whimpering so sweetly as the brute continued to pull the tunic higher still... exposing the teardrop shaped dimple of her navel, the ripple of ribs... the delicate lotus blossom perfection of her small, firm adolescent breasts... Tiny beads of sweat glistening in the flickering candle light.
The garment now tucked beneath her chin... her pale slender young body exposed... naked... defenseless... The guard drew a long, thin dagger from it's scabbard... she felt the cold steel tip against her solar plexus, pressing into the softness just under her breastbone, angled upward... What could she do but squeeze her eyes tightly shut and wait for death?
"Hold!" Marcus ordered. "Stay your hand!"
The girl's eyes popped open... what could this mean? Had the Centurion changed his mind? Her young heart raced... did he mean to spare her? For a moment relief flooded through her... then Marcus spoke again.
"Not her heart."
His eyes were cold and impossibly cruel as he spoke.
"That would be too fast... do it slowly. We want to watch her feel it."
Elsbeth screamed. A long, shrill, hearbreaking sound ending in a sad little whimper. Her second scream was cut short as the blade plunged deep into the softness of her belly... three inches below her navel.
"Guck..." she squeaked, a guttural choking little gasp, as she jerked her hips to one side, as though she somehow thought she could escape the pain... her eyes still squeezed tight... her mouth open as if to scream again, though she seemed unable to manage anything but another juicy little "Guck!" Then the bastard twisted the blade and her eyes opened wide... bulging with the shock of sudden agony as she felt the bite of cold steel ripping through her entrails.
"Beautiful..." Aludia whispered, just loud enough for Marcus to hear as they watched the girl squirm and shake... her tender young body convulsing in a wild frenzy... blood bubbling out of the gaping wound in her belly... splattering over her slender fingers as she clawed at the pain in her guts.
The guard kept moving the dagger around inside her... making the poor girl shudder and twitch... as though performing one last erotic dance. Then with a sudden jerk he pulled the dagger out of her ruined belly. Blood streamed down her thighs, leaving a trail across the stones as he dragged her to the wall. He released his choke hold, her tunic drooped enough to partly cover her nakedness...and her knees buckled. She would have fallen, but he grabbed her by one thin wrist and raised her arm up over her head. Placing the back of her hand against a thick wooden support beam, he drove the dagger through the palm of her hand with enough force to bury the point of the blade deep into the wood. The poor girl screamed then... hanging there, the blade through her hand taking her full weight. He ripped the collar of her woolen tunic wide, letting it fall from her slender young form... leaving her trembling body once again naked. Her lovely face contorted into a mask of sadness... horror.... pain... she looked so helplessly lost... so broken... so beautiful in her suffering... too weak to wiggle... her toes straining to reach the floor...
Marcus and Aludia sat watching the suffering wench... pleasuring each other beneath the table. The soft white wool surrounding Marcus' thighs now wet and sticky from several ejaculations. It took a marvelously long time for the sweet little bitch to bleed out, weaken and finally die. And as they watched her slowly fade, Marcus, Aludia, and all their assembled guests picked at the remaining morsels of food... they particularly enjoyed the honey cakes.[/b] -->
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