THE TIME IN MY HANDS 5 - ANETTE'S FATE - CONCLUSION
As soon as I wake up I sit down at my desk to continue Anette's story in my diary, it has turned into a long story and has taken me longer than expected, but I intend to finish it before lunch.
Diary of a Time Traveller - 5th Entry - Anette's Fate - Conclusion
After half an hour of bland chatter, Marco gets up, 'It is time for business, my good friend, your slaves can accompany Livia and bathe while they play with my pet, the trip has been long and they will be tired;' he says making a sign to Livia who gets up and grabs the leash of the masked slave.
Riaza and Talia get up to follow Livia, but when she is about to do so Anette touches her shoulder to make her stop, 'You will stay attending to both of us;' I order her.
When we are left alone, Marco approaches Anette and helps her up, 'I guess you know who I am and that you recognized the masked slave;' he tells her in English.
Anette does not answer following my orders, 'You may speak freely;' I tell her.
'Yes Master; you are Stephen Thomas III, former president of the World Union, who died a year ago in a car accident;' Anette answers in a trembling voice, 'And the masked slave is Cynthia, the person who had me kidnapped and brought here;' she adds showing hatred in her voice.
'It's all correct slave, although here you must call me Marco;' she tells him pinching her tits, 'She's all fire like you told me;' Stephen tells me, 'If you ever want to sell her I'll be happy to buy her from you, she'll make a nice pet for Livia;' he adds ignoring Anette's gaze.
'Your Master is a bad boy;' Marco says to Anette, 'He plays both sides, he has charged Wally for kidnapping you for Cynthia, and for kidnapping Cynthia to sell her to him, he has charged me to sell Cynthia to me to get back at Wally, and in a few months he will charge Wally again for giving Cynthia back to him, if it wasn't that I forgive him everything for getting me Livia, I would be very angry with him;' he adds smiling at me.
I get up and head for the door leaving Anette alone with Marco, 'Tonight you are his;' I say before closing the door, 'I hope I don't get any complaints from you.'
I step into an adjoining bedroom and from a secret peephole watch as Marco releases his cock and brings it close to Anette's mouth, who without hesitation takes it into her mouth. I leave the viewpoint knowing that Anette will not let me down and head to the room where my other slaves are waiting for me.
As I enter the room I find Livia in the middle of the room with a whip in her hand, both Riaza and Talia are chained from the ceiling and show whip marks on their bodies, not far from them is Cynthia impaled on a wooden post. As Livia goes to unload a new blow on Talia I grab the whip and pull her towards me.
'Who do you think you are to whip my slaves without my permission,' I tell her pulling the whip from her hand, 'You are going to pay dearly for this;' I add throwing her to the ground and tearing off her clothes.
I chain Livia's hands and feet to the floor forcing her to be on all fours, when she is well restrained, I untie Riaza and Talia, 'You can do whatever you want with the chained whore while I punish this slut, later she will be yours;' I tell them pointing to Cynthia.
While I hit Livia's ass with a riding crop I don't worry about what Riaza and Talia are doing with Cynthia, only when I start to hear screams and moans I look at them and smile as I watch them fucking Cynthia both at the same time with huge ivory dildos.
When I get tired of spanking Livia I reach behind her and bring two of my fingers to her ass, 'I see Marco doesn't use this hole here too much;' I tell her stretching her asshole with my fingers, 'I seem to remember you didn't like being fucked around there;' I add pulling my fingers out, to replace them with my cock.
Livia's ass squeezes my cock as if I were still a virgin, and I keep thrusting ignoring her cries until all my cock is inside, the tight slave's tight asshole opens to my passage slowly squeezing my cock in such a way that I can't help but cum in just a few minutes. When I pull out of Livia's ass, Riaza and Talia are still fucking Cynthia, but as soon as I signal them they quickly turn to Livia for revenge for the whipping. I leave the room knowing that the proud slave is going to take away a lesson that will take a long time to forget.
As I join Marco for breakfast I can see the hateful looks Livia is giving both Riaza and Talia for the night before, and Anette who is servicing Marco's cock.
Marco has been so enchanted with Anette that he has given her a beautiful gold and gemstone bracelet that now adorns his forearm and wants to buy it from me at any price, before he can answer a messenger from the senate asks to see Marco to deliver a letter.
Marcus reads the letter and rises in fright, 'I have to leave Rome;' he tells me, 'Not being able to attend the auction, I will return for the feast afterwards, if you don't mind preparing it for me;' he asks me as he prepares for departure.
'It will be a pleasure to prepare for your return;' I reply, 'I am sure Livia will be glad to help me prepare for it;' I add.
As soon as Marco leaves the villa I give notice to the guards to come at once, as soon as they arrive, I address them, 'Arrest Livia and lock her in the dungeon, you may use her mouth all you want, but you may not fuck her;' I order them.
Livia struggles and struggles, looking to the other slaves for help, but they all ignore her pleas. With the issue of Livia closed, I give various orders to Riaza and Talia about the party and decide to walk around Rome for a while accompanied by Anette.
As we walk around Rome, Anette can't stop looking at the forums, the temples, the domus of the merchants, everything catches her attention and she can't help but behave as if she were a tour guide explaining everything to me without realizing that I have visited Rome on numerous occasions.
Only when we pass through the market area, where in several makeshift stalls, dozens of slaves are displayed for sale, Anette keeps silent. Seeing the slaves laden in chains, dirty, with whip marks on their bodies, and traces of dried semen in their pussies from the numerous rapes, she realizes how lucky she has been.
'Thank you Master;' she says to me ducking her head.
'Thank you for what;' I tell her