You like that, slut? The feel of Roman steel against your pretty skin?”

The voice was a growl, hot against my ear, the Latin words thick with lust. 

I couldn’t answer. My mouth was full, stretched wide around the thick, salty cock of the first soldier, Severus. 

All I could manage was a choked, guttural moan that vibrated around his shaft. The sound was swallowed by the howling wind that whipped across the stone parapet of Hadrian’s Wall.

Behind me, the second soldier, Decimus, chuckled. His hands, calloused and strong, gripped my hips, his armoured body a wall of heat and stale leather against my back. 

I was bent forward, my own small, caged sissy clit swelled against polished bronze—clinking softly against the segmented plates of Severus’s lorica segmentata with every deep thrust Decimus made into me.

Gods, how did I get here?

I’d watched them for days—Severus, the centurion with a commanding glare, and Decimus, his brutish  optio. Their easy brutality, their raw, unapologetic masculinity, it stirred something in me I’d spent a lifetime trying to run from. A deep, shameful need to be used by that kind of strength.

And it finally caught up with me. 

Last night, in the dim light of the barracks, drunk on cheap wine lI’d revealed my desires and now, on the deserted walkway under a sliver of moon, in this far flung and almost forgotten outpost of the Roman Empire, they were using me. Using me as their Roman sissy slut 

Severus cock was deep in my throat. He was a vision of masculine magnificence. His   own hard cock jutting proudly from the open flaps of his leather tunic . Decimus chose that moment to sink deeper, a brutal, claiming stroke  his hot hard cock thrusted deeper and deeper…  a hypnotic sensation that was overwhelming, and deeply pleasurable , a brutal fullness  that sent jolts of pleasure up my spine.

Severus watched my struggle. With his free hand, he unbuckled the leather belt from his waist. He gestured as if he were going to strike me qnd laughed as I flinched, a momentum that caused my sissy pussy to clench on Decimus’ cock that was so pleasurably lubed with precum. 

Severus then took the belt and effortlessly looped it around my torso, just above my hips, and pulled.

Oh.

The leather bit, cinching my waist, compressing my breath. 

It wasn’t just restraint; it was a transformation. It forced a feminine curve into my form, making me feel smaller, more vulnerable, more theirs. 

My gasps became shallow as I slipped deeper and deeper into a sissy subspace. 

My muffled gasps of pleasure  echoed off the undulating foreboding hill the sounds signalling their submission to Roman superiority 

Good girl , Severus purred,  his cock deep deep my throat , the taste of him, the burn of the belt, the relentless, bullying  stroke  behind me that I didn’t want to end. 

Decimus’ balls  slapped  against my caged ones. “I’m going to split you in two little one,” he whispered. Then cast your entrails to the savages. 

And with a final, deep thrust, like a broadsword impaling itself deep into the guts of a belligerent enemy Decimus stilled, buried to the hilt.