Whore of Rome

I heard sounds from the room outside. I heard voices talking.

"She'll make a good addition to the house-hold," said a voice that I recognised to be the doctor's. "She has been fully examined and is good to go. There was a little blood at first. But that is unavoidable after such an operation."

"But is she functional?" asked a deep, bass filled tone.

"Fully fit and ready. The testes have been severed and all that remains is the limp penis. Tiny and adequate, nothing more than a feminine clit."

The deep voice laughed.

The doctor continued, "All hair has been removed. The lack of the testes will mean there will no further growth. I believe you will find the breasts satisfying. I have sucked the nipples to the surface. You will enjoy tweaking them to your pleasure."

"And hers!" said the other. Who then asked, "And what of the hole?"

"It is plucked and pink. Ready for your doing."

"Yes, yes!"

"We were lucky," said the doctor, "that Antonius had such a feminine physique. Not like his father. Definitely his mother's child. He had the dainty arms of his sisters, with full lips, big eyes, and that tiny nose. We have done him a favour. We have released him from any manly duty and given him his rightful place."

"To be my cum-filled whore," boasted the deep voice.

I tried calling out to them. To bring them in here. To release me from my chains and explain themselves. It was of no use. I was too weak. And sleep came over me again.

"Time to wake up," said a voice.

I recognised it. It was the voice of the deep tone. I opened my eyes and saw before a man of large stature, wearing a senatorial robe. His manly face, bearded with a large Roman nose, looked down at me. A smile was pasted across it.

There was no longer a gag in my mouth, and my shackles had been released. I was laid upon a bed, fully naked but for a collar around my neck. The cold attacked my body and I noticed the lack of body hair upon me.