Eostre Blessing

Lissa looked at the ad in dismay but it was the last job offering at the college for summer jobs at the expensive private school she attended. Lissa did not like children and dressing up as an Easter bunny was up there on her top ten of things she didn't want to do ever. The museum of culture and science was probably having another stupid egg hunt. Even so the price of not having a job meant moving in with her brother and his wife instead of staying in her private dorm. Ellen was five months pregnant and if Lissa heard another word about the miracles of motherhood she would puke. Ellen was not really good enough for brother and Lissa felt that she should be reminded that her child wouldn't really be as good as the pure- blooded children that came from their family and that it wouldn't work out as Ellen didn't have the same class as Lissa or her brother. Ellen worked as a schoolteacher for disabled children and spent every weekend running a theatre class for those same children.

So off to the museum to dress as a bunny for the little monsters or something equally as awful Lissa could be at home writing her brother other notes about his bad taste in women. Helping other people was not really Lissa's thing and Lissa enjoyed pampering herself having spent most of her funds on hair products. Most girls in the school enjoyed helping the poor and children's hospital. Lissa enjoyed buying herself clothes and make up. Her pink lips were perfect, and her figure rivalled a model in her own opinion. The guide sent Lissa down to the basement of the museum and there in the basement stood a tall man with brown hair and mousy brown eyes. The kind of guy Lissa ignored and never spoke to due to him being dull and unattractive. His nose was far too big, and his eyes would be nice if not for the glasses he wore. Lissa thought people who wore glasses should be banned from dating because surgery could always correct that. Not everyone could look as perfect as her though and she was very picky about the men she blessed with her presence. They had to be upper class, clean cut and preppy with blond hair and blue eyes not to mention they also had to have the means to give her everything she wanted.

"I'm here about the Easter job." Lissa said putting her artificial smile on that everyone just loved.

"Um yeah ok. I'm Derek Stevens PH. D So we need a woman to hold onto an egg while we perform the ancient ritual and hopefully open this puzzle." He said as he held several odd crystals and placed them in five different wooden crystal holders.

"What's the ritual?" Lissa asked barely letting the boredom seep into her voice.

"Well it claims that the bearer of the egg will meet with royalty and be blessed."

"I'm down with that and I get the three thousand dollars for that?" Lissa asked as she looked at her perfectly manicured nails.

"Yeah or your family should anything go wrong."

So, after Lissa signed a million papers Dr. Stephens moved all the ancient device into alignment and then opened a window so the sun hit the stones correctly. Then smiling he handed a gem encrusted orb to Lissa and ran electricity through the ancient devices as she stood in the middle of the gems. A green light sped through all the artifacts and then hit the egg Lissa was holding and it gleamed clear and she fell backwards from an energy wave. The world seemed to snap apart and then come back together again as all the energy hit and Lissa landed on her plush bottom. Looking down at her stood a man in a toga and gold bands tightly wrapped around his arms. Laying there Lissa realized she was naked, and he was sporting a very large erection as he looked at her. Her head ached and trying to move Lissa still felt strangely disconnected.

The large roman above her smiled and spoke to his guards who seemed to agree. That night Lissa was taken to a beautiful bath with rose petals in the water and then her skin was gently dabbed with a rose nard scented perfume. A beautiful golden dress was given to her and a delicious meal of meat and cheese with fresh bread and wine. Her hair was brushed, and flowers woven into her silky blond tresses. Then she was led to a gorgeous room where she slept on a bed covered in furs and soft linen. Lissa awoke to a young woman beckoning her and two guards appeared. The guards placed heavy wrought iron chains around her wrists and feet and a thick heavy iron collar around her slender neck.

Lissa found the chains unbearably heavy and she was taken to a large house and given a terrible tasting drink. Some of her Italian came back to her but was of no use since she spoke no Latin.

Finally, she found an old woman who spoke a local dialect close enough to be understood. From that she gleaned that she was now considered a barbarian and a slave. The local prince could sample any slaves and then determine their fates. He had decided that she would serve as the Eostre whore and not his favorite concubine who the villagers had suggested repeatedly. As such although he desired her greatly, he had abstained so that his beloved could be spared the yearly ritual. He had sworn to the old woman of his desire for her and denial of his own pleasure for the good of the entire village. Every year an Eostre whore was given by the Gods and all that took part participated in the egg taking ritual were greatly blessed. The prince wanting his blessing so had kept her without touching her so she would be the one to serve. She was to be spanked publicly while keeping the sacred egg in her pussy to atone for all the many sins of the village and to ensure the fertility of the entire village. The village men were all encouraged to partake in the atonement by the old wise woman. The man who caused her to expel the sacred egg would be allowed to marry her or sell her if he were already married and provide for the village with the money spent on grain for the village. If she kept the egg safely inside her she would have won, her freedom.

Later that day before the noon day soon rose to its fullness, Lissa was taken to the stocks and she observed the orb she'd held before coming to Roman times in the hand of a silver haired old woman. Smiling at Lissa she stroked her face and then waved her arm. A large male guard forced Lissa into the stocks by grabbing the wrought iron chains and locked the heavy wooden stocks down over her head and arms tightly. Then he placed an overly large horse's bit in Lissa's mouth so that not a sound could be heard by the villagers gathering around. The old woman chanted and threw herbs in the air and then all the people clapped. Then several village girls in their finest dresses and lilies danced around the village square singing a beautiful song. Lissa's dress was then cut off her so that all could view her plump untouched tender white bottom and her large full breasts and unusually large nipples. The old woman blessed the orb and poured warm oil on it and then the man who had locked Lissa in the stocks moved her legs so her vaginal opening and clitoris were clearly visible to all by putting a slanting wooden pallet under her knees.

The old woman placed then placed the orb far up in her pussy and Lissa clenched her muscles around it. Lissa sighed feeling the warm oil easing its passage into her as it sat high inside of her near her G spot. The thick oil made it hard to keep inside her depths and Lissa had to clench her muscles, so it didn't immediately slip out of her. Several of the village men stroked her breasts and touched her between her legs rubbing her clitoris as they ate a huge feast, yet none offered any food to Lissa. One young man stroked her nipples in his hands and rolled her nipples but seeing his friends they all laughed. The large bit made Lissa's mouth sore and the bitter drink made Lissa want a man's touch desperately so that she tried to press her breasts into the men's hands and rub against the men who touched her so intimately trying to push her butt against their hands.

The large roman that had originally found her stood over her and stroked her face and then he selected a leather whip. Holding the whip in his large hands he prayed a lengthy prayer for a blessing on his people. Gently he touched her plump bottom with the whip rubbing her with it gently and then pulled his arm back and the whip ripped through the air and into her soft skin repeatedly as the crowd happily cheered. Biting down on the bit Lissa desperately tried to find some outlet as thick tears rolled down her angelic face.

Finally, he stopped, and the festival continued all around Lissa. The revelers would stop and chose to spank her then return to their festival and the old wise woman would softly rub her clitoris in between her spankings. One man rubbed his hands over bottom and then she felt his erection against her bottom as she sighed beginning to relax, he then smacked her bottom three or four times with a hard-wooden spoon. The old woman seeing that not many wanted to spank Lissa after the first twenty minutes stood and said in the dialect Lissa understood that if not enough atonement occurred the blessing might not be bestowed.

Alcohol flowed freely and the young women slowly faded from the crowd slipping away to the safety of their homes. More men than began to spank her and one man appeared in front of her and pinched her nipples then slapped her breasts til they stung. Emboldened more men began to touch her breasts and slap at her nipples until they were hard pebbles. Gently they would cup her heavy breasts and touch her nipples feeding her arousal then spank her tender bottom to atone for the village sin. An hour passed and Lissa's bottom burned from being whipped with whips, a wooden paddle, and many men's hands.

The old woman came up to the stocks and gently patted Lissa's bottom in what at first appeared her trying to soothe and comfort her. Closing her eyes Lissa began to relax pushing her bottom up against the soothing comfort of her hands longing for a gentle touch. Yet then the old wise woman began rubbing saltwater on Lissa's aching red flesh with a thick cloth so that Lissa could barely stand the ache seeping into her. The old wise woman asked the village if they thought they had atoned.

The village men looked at each other and shook their heads as they thought of the year's many sins filled deeds. The old woman smiled and encouraged the men to atone. Lissa desperately shook her head no but couldn't utter the words she longed to speak begging the men not to pound her tender bottom and for mercy.

The egg inside her pussy had slipped nearly out of her pussy and Lissa could barely think her bottom ached so terribly as she desperately tried to clench her muscles around the warm egg. Tears freely flowed down her face and Lissa felt her mouth becoming sore from her holding the hard leather horse's bit in her mouth with her perfect pink lips around the cruel bit tied into her soft mouth. Her golden hair fell in disarray around her red blotchy face.

Suddenly the crowd which had been chanting fell silent and a chariot arrived with much fanfare. The chariot had roses and a large garland with ribbons glinting off the horse's manes. The manes of the horses had flowers also woven in.

A large black Carpathian barbarian with a thick golden collar around his neck was led out and the smile when he saw Lissa scared her to her core. His thick muscles gleamed with oil and he walked as though he owned everything he saw, and his tattoos flowed over his hard-glistening body. His hair was long and flowing in crimped black curls down to his shoulders. The egg in her tender pussy slipped further down her dripping wet cunt and she again tightened her aching muscles trying to keep it between her soaked pussy lips. Her golden vaginal hairs were coated in her arousal fluid and her heavy breasts hung down. The barbarian said something and pointed to her nipples as he leaned over and ran a thumb over one of Lissa's hardened nipples. The guards laughed and attached hard metal clips to her nipples covered in diamond jewels. Then the barbarian picked up a large wooden paddle from the whips and paddles on display and held it up to the cheers of the drunken crowd.

Then he bowed to the old wise woman and presented her with an ample bouquet of white lilies. He then moved his powerful arm to slam the oak paddle against Lissa's very tender red and swollen behind. The pain made Lissa howl but not one sound was heard, and the egg slipped so far down it nearly came out. Desperately Lissa clenched her aching muscles to keep it from sliding completely out of her dripping pussy. Leaning over he took her clitoris nub in between his thick calloused fingers and rubbed it til it stood at attention. The big gladiator raised his tree like arms to another loud cheer and again slammed the hard-wooden paddle against her a second time making sure to hit her hard clitoris nub. Sobbing in wordless pain Lissa felt the egg drop out of her dripping wet pussy. The gladiator held his arms up and the entire village cheered as the blessing was now assured.

The heavily muscled gladiator then pushed his loincloth aside and placed both legs around Lissa's small frame and guided the thick crown of his penis into her hungry pussy. Pushing his body against her reddened bottom she felt his body cover hers and Lissa desperately began to squirm as the pain from her bottom radiated out. Slowly he forced his fierce steely hard length into her hungry pussy until she was full up to his sweaty black ball sack and then he pulled out and slammed himself fully into her. Gently he removed the clamps from her thick nipples and placed his large rough hands on her plump nipples holding her firmly by her nipples. Lissa although not intending to, came repeatedly as he spent a good hour filling her with his thick potent seed. Rubbing herself all over his thick hard length despite the pain of his sweat against her aching butt.

Finally, when he finished filling her until the cum dripped out in large thick white gobs down her golden tanned legs, she lay limp in her stocks and he stood up. At a gesture from the gladiator the guards removed her from the stocks and limp as she was, she collapsed at the gladiator's feet on her very sore bottom utterly shamed that the whole village had spanked her for their sin. Picking her up the gladiator held her tenderly in his arms and carried her back to the chariot and took her to his home. For although he had been a slave in the coliseum having worked hard and been a champion, he had hard won his freedom and riches for the glory of Rome. A beautiful wife was yet the crowning glory for any gladiator in ancient Rome.