I, Messalina by Janet Baker

This short story is a vile little postscript to the life of Messalina, Empress of Rome. The story ventures into bestiality and thus the reader is forewarned.

According to Wikkipedia;

Roman sources claim that Messalina used sex to enforce her power and control [over] politicians, that she had a brothel under an assumed name and organised orgies for upper class women, and that she sold her influence to Roman nobles or foreign notables.
Juvenal is also highly critical of her in his Satire VI translation by Peter Green.

Then consider the God's rivals, hear what Claudius
had to put up with. The minute she heard him snoring
his wife - that whore-empress - who dared to prefer the mattress
of a stews to her couch in the Palace, called for her hooded
night-cloak and hastened forth, with a single attendant.
Then, her black hair hidden under an ash-blonde wig,
she'd make straight for her brothel, with its stale, warm coverlets,
and her empty reserved cell. Here, naked, with gilded
nipples, she plied her trade, under the name of 'The Wolf-Girl',
parading the belly that once housed a prince of the blood.
She would greet each client sweetly, demand cash payment,
and absorb all their battering - without ever getting up.
Too soon the brothel-keeper dismissed his girls:
she stayed right till the end, always last to go,
then trailed away sadly, still, with burning, rigid vulva,
exhausted by men, yet a long way from satisfied,
cheeks grimed with lamp-smoke, filthy, carrying home
to her Imperial couch the stink of the whorehouse.

Messalina was perhaps the first documented case of a real nymphomaniac.
In addition to her nightly forays to her brothel she enlisted the sexual aid of several
well endowed members of her personal guard.

There was also the well discussed case of her winning a bet with Rome’s most celebrated prostitute. The bet of course was that she could have more men than the prostitute. According to Pliny, the competition lasted for 24 hours and Messalina won with a score of 25 partners.

However recent research into some long forgotten archives in the Vatican confirmed and expanded upon another facet of this ‘remarkable’ woman’s character. It had long been rumored that she invoked the aid of stallions to help satisfy her sexual compulsion.
Now, according to this recent discovery, this trait has been confirmed in a most detailed manner.

One day in the year 43, she took her guard and traveled to Civitavecchia, the port that served Rome. (Opera lovers remember name that well). At the port she wandered among the fishermen and took note of the very fine and well constructed nets used for fishing.
A thought developed in her salacious mind; she approached one of the men, examined the net carefully and offered to buy it from the man. Flattered and yet afraid of the powerful
woman, the fisherman agreed to sell the net. She had her guard pay the man, pack the net and they returned to Rome.

The procedure required several of her guards, a stallion she could trust and a mare in heat to bring the stallion to a point near orgasm. She arranged the net somewhat as a hammock, lay down in it and instructed Flavius, the sergeant of her guard, to have the men lift her to a position under the horse’s belly. She spread her legs, drew her knees back towards her chest and reached down and grasped the stallion’s formidable penis.
She wriggled toward the penis until its head just entered her vagina.

“Flavius” she called. “Move me farther, he is just entering me now. Slowly Flavius, but more… more. Oh Zeus! He is enormous! More Flavius! More!”

“Careful my Lady! Don’t let him rupture you! Remember what happened to the man who took a stallion in his anus!”

“Shut up Flavius! I know what I’m doing! How can I enjoy this fuck if you’re going to natter on like an old woman?”

“Sorry my Lady” he replied, chastened.

“Flavius! Just a little more… Oh Zeus I am so filled… so fucked… I must have more!”

“Yes my Lady. Your wish?”

“Tie me tightly to his belly and walk him in a circle but leave enough slack below my waist so I can thrust against him.”

Around and around Flavius walked the horse while Messalina thrust violently against the stallion’s enormous cock screaming, screeching as she rode him in this very unconventional manner.

“Oh Flavius! That was a fuck fit for an empress! However I’m not quite satisfied. I want to be able to fuck the horse or more to the point I want the horse to fuck me.”

“Yes my Lady, I understand and will devise other methods whereby the horse will take a more active role.”

“Come to me tomorrow Flavius with your suggestions.”

“Yes my Lady.”

That night Flavius thought and thought of several different ways whereby the horse might satisfy Messalina’s depraved desires. The next day he went to the stables, busied himself with carpenters tools and created a small platform whereon Messalina might prostrate herself for the entry. Flavius had to guess at the required height but successfully created a narrow padded bench for the Empress to lie upon.

Another position Flavius envisioned required the Empress to bend over, back herself to the erect penis, introduce it into her vagina and then thrust herself backwards, essentially impaling herself on his prick. Not sure of the efficacy of this scheme, he enlisted one of the slave girls whose height emulated Messalina’s. The slave girl was quite unwilling but after a substantial flogging complied with Flavius’ request and presented herself to the horse. When she finished the test she told Flavius that she’d never been fucked so well, proving the old maxim that a good fucking is all that an unhappy girl needs.

“Flavius, that was wonderful! Had I known I could have avoided a flogging. If you need me for any other tests let me know.”

“Yes Agrippina I will. In fact I have prepared a new piece of furniture for the Empress. I’ll let you be the first!”

He led Agrippina to the low bench fashioned to accept a recumbent body in a position suitable for copulating with a horse.

“Lie down on the bench. I’ll lead the horse over you and position him with his penis just about at your vagina. You grasp his cock and hold it as you wriggle closer to his prick, introducing it into your vagina.”

Agrippina lay down on the bench and Flavius carefully led the stallion into position.
Agrippina spread her legs, grasped his cock and wriggled downward positioning herself with the penis at the entry to her vagina. Further wiggling introduced his cock into her.
She moaned quietly as the prick entered her; she thrust herself against the penis, crying out with passion.

“Oh Zeus Flavius, that is so good. Can you move him a little further front please, my rear is starting to hang over the edge of the bench?”

“Certainly Agrippina, in fact I’ll lengthen the table somewhat but other than that is it suitable?”

“Oh yes Flavius, it’s fine, the Empress should love it, I do.”

The next morning after nighttime bacchanal Messalina sought out Flavius and instructed him to prepare the stallion. He turned to comply and added, “Empress, I have created a piece of furniture for your convenience. It has been tested and found suitable.”

“Tested! By whom?”

“By one of the slaves, Empress, I wanted to be sure it would suit you.”

“Ohhh? Did she like it?”

“Yes Empress, she found it pleasurable.”

“Flavius!! How dare you share my favorite stallion with a mere slave girl. I want her killed! Who was it? Well???”

“Apologies Empress, it was Agrippina. I chose her since I could trust her to be silent.”

“Oh well, let her live.”

“Thank you my Lady.”

Messalina continued on with her depravity until finally her distraught husband Claudius had her executed.

End

{c} 2011 Janet Baker.