He grunted with effort, his body, muscular to the extreme, covered in a layer of sweat from the effort of his thrusting. He had been fucking her for three hours now, ordered to by his masters children, they didn't own him but he served and obeyed because that was his place. The woman beneath him screamed another orgasm as he kept thrusting hard. He had her on her hands and knees again, where he was bulky with hard muscle she was voluptuous with curves only an enhanced slave could have.
She stood five foot eight to his six and a half, her huge tits the size of watermelons, round and firm, her waist thin and fit, her hips wide and her ass a huge and perfectly round bubble butt that did it's best to resist his squeezing hands and slamming hips. Her long blonde hair was loose, kept that way so he could grab and pull it as much as he wanted, their masters loved it that way, she loved it that way. His hair was removed completely, again the masters preference.
Both had the same golden tanned blemish free skin, the life as a Romas sex slave spared their outward appearance, their discipline was mental, emotional, plus the same internal pain implants all masters slaves carried.
They knelt in the center of a large square room, comfortable chairs and thick wooden tables filled the space around them, the area they occupied was plain, a square section of hard floor, several steps lower then the rest of the room. It was one of the masters favored places for them to perform. Around the passionately fucking pair were the masters son, daughter, and a dozen of their friends. All watching and cheering, shouting commands to "hit her" "choke her" and "make her scream" all of which he did, all of which she secretly confessed to him that she enjoyed.
Their sexual relationship was one of intense passion, they pretended to simply obey but they were always very eager to fuck each other. He could feel a stirring in his balls again. His hand in her hair tugged twice, their signal indicating he was going to cum, she moaned louder. He rose, lifting her off the ground and angled her downward so her face and tits pressed against the floor. He slammed downward from above, gravity assisting his thrusts, his cantaloupe sized balls smacking against her ass wetly and hard, the full length of his rock hard cock, over a foot and a half in length, thick and veiny, impaling her mercilessly.
She screamed another orgasm, the group around them cheering again. He thrust harder and faster, feeling it begin he pulled out a foot of his thick meat and roared his orgasm. Grabbing his pulsing shaft with one hand and jerking himself into his mother as he came. She howled feeling him fill her womb with his thick hot seed. He didn't stop jerking until well after his orgasm was over, leaving the overflow of cum to drip all over and making an incredible mess of his mother Agria, after all he was Atmos, the mightiest cock in Proxima.
"Again! Fuck her again." The masters son shouted, to the vocal approval of his fellow audience members.
"No, enough." The master cut through the other voices and applause like quiet thunder. He was the master, he didn't have to raise his voice for anything, you just heard him. Atmos rose to his full height, helping Agria off his cock and up to her feet. The pair were sweating and breathing hard, three hours of sex with each other wasn't easy. All eyes turned to face the master. He was a handsome man, he looked like he could be in his thirties though he only told his real age to his slaves who wouldn't dare say anything, he was actually in his mid fifties, keeping himself looking young and fit with body enhancements similar to the ones he gave his slaves, he provided the same for his entire family, his wife took advantage, their children hadn't gotten anything yet, being just eighteen and nineteen.
"Atmos, come." He commanded, quiet and calm like always, Atmos was expected to obey, he left his mothers side and followed, still naked and sweaty, his cock slowly deflating, covered in the combined cum of both of them. He turned ever so slightly to meet her eyes, she was worried for him, she was always worried for him, but behind the motherly concern he saw a burning lust, intense, pure, and primal. It was enough to flood his cock with new life, he could've kept going for hours more, he had been enhanced for it, he gave her a reassuring wink and followed his master.
He followed through the great house to his masters study. Master was dressed in a long cream colored robe with a blue sash with a yellow stripe, he knew the blue sash signified master was a business man, the yellow stripe on it was for slave trading, master specialized in slaves for labor and sex. Atmos strode in powerfully yet stayed submissive to his master. Master Doxis took a seat at his desk, his wife Mercia already seated on a lounge on the left, sipping wine from a silver cup, her personal attending slave, a pale redhead in a simple brown robe standing beside and slightly behind by the walls matching silver pitcher in hand.
"I have to apologize to you my dear." Master began, clearing his throat and looking to his wife. "I didn't believe you when you told me of the apparent passion between Atmos and Agria, but seeing it for myself I cannot deny its there." He straightened and turned to Atmos. "You lust after your mother don't you?" He already knew the answer, master never asked a question unless he knew the answer to it.
"...Yes master." The muscular naked slave replied.
"You enjoy fucking her don't you?" Masters wife this time. The masters wife was a woman of stunning beauty, enhanced but she'd never admit it to her equals. Her body was fit with modest curves, a dark red dress draped over her shoulders, the neckline leaving the faintest suggestion of cleavage, a thick gold threaded rope was tied at her waist to show off her figure.
"Yes mistress."
"See my love, mother and son, we've created quite a sinful and taboo couple, the intensity of their lust for each other when they fuck is undeniable. It's so arousing don't you think?" She sounded giddy. Atmos had been born a slave, his mother bred with a dozen famous gladiators at some party master threw. When he was old enough he was trained in sex and pleasure, then given enhancements to make him the sex slave he was now. The masters wife and children ordered him to fuck for their entertainment. They brought his mother out as a partner, enjoying the forced taboo of their incest.
Mother and son eventually came to enjoy the sex, Agria also being enhanced with impossible curves and more, making her a singular sexual object, slave or not. Atmos couldn't help but want to fuck her, she in turn couldn't help but want him, that's what they were trained and enhanced for. They developed feelings for each other beyond the normal bond of parent and child, it was animalistic, powerful, they hid it as best they could, unleashing themselves on each other when ordered to fuck. It had been their little secret for so long. The only person Atmos ever told was his wife, Calliope.
She was a house labor slave, she had an enhanced appearance like many but being the a wife of the Mighty Atmos, she'd been given more to make sure she stood out. Calli was good to him, she understood his sexual desire and understood it was all the masters fault and accepted it. She'd even grown to enjoy it, making it known she actually liked tasting Agria on him.
