Corruption of Rome Ch. 07
The Minister grew up insulated against the worries of the poor and above the worries of the middle class. Not only was she given good looks and popularity amongst her peers, but also incredible talent and intellect. She, as well as those who knew who, believed she must be an angel sent form heaven. She did nothing to prevent this idea from entering her heart.
As a child she showed a talent for the violin but did not pursue it. She, as well as her parents, knew that she was destined for the administration of their country and set her to reading books above chasing after her talent. Her parents provided her with a comfortable home and shared the quality of their education, as well as the education of the finest tutors in the country.
One young man in particular, who had been her tutor since she was a young girl, eventually became the apple of the Minster's eye. Though she knew it was wrong, she often wondered if, when she grew up, if not when she was his student, they would be together. She held this belief closely until one day she saw her tutor plowing her mother over the kitchen counter. Though she never complained of the incident, this event was her first and only introduction to sexual activity. Whenever she became aroused, she remembered her love object destroying her parents'.
When the time came, she escaped her parents' nest and devoted herself to her studies. She attempted to seem like a common person, wanting to be like one herself, if only for a short while. She thought they had a freedom that she lacked. They can have sex, she maintained. Despite her best efforts, she could not wash away her etiquette and politeness. When she found a boy, a perfect, spectacular boy, she would often introduce herself according to how she was taught and attempt to make herself available to him. When that approach failed she tried subtle and not so subtle means to fulfill the desires that haunted her ever more rarely. In her frenzy, she would act strangely and feel embarrassed before permanently putting off any would-be suitors.
It was around this time, in the yoke of the liberal attitude, wholly divorced from libertinism by then, that the germ of her worldview was born. The problem is the men and the sexual world itself, she induced. Sublimated, her sexual desires manifested in political activity and radical reading. She exchanged her incredible capital for political influence, just as she was meant to. However, her new political views, contrary to those of her family, shocked her parents. They began to distance themselves from her, but their distance only confirmed her suspicions. A scion of the cultural elite, she began to install her worldview, exacerbated by a newly developed technological capacity, and began to shape the world in her image.
Unfortunately for everyone, her sexuality, which she had long since amputated into the material world, distributed her sexual blindness alongside with her hegemony. Her increasingly violent attitude, when combined with her sexual tragedies, left her blind to and closed from the sexual world. She would have been incapable of believing that her tutor, her mother and her father consented to what she saw. She could not have comprehended that her father was a cuckold by choice. The secret she held inside her, if she had only released it into speech, would have prevented the chaos she was hell-bent on forcing on the world for their indecency. She was the true heir to Decencio's traditions. Only she could separate herself from reality enough to present medieval ideas as modern innovations.
When she stared at her screens, covered in smut, she felt nothing but the steely eye of a vigilante. Nothing could sway her. Her subordinates marvelled that she was so unaffected by the material. They used their abundant psychological support resources at work, often taking paid weeks off to process. Unlike them, would not linger a millisecond on the bimbos, the pimps, the cheating spouses nor the phone sex. She simply aimed to catalogue every infraction, assign a score to every individual and dish out punishment anonymously for their sins.
Last week, a case of a man having passionate sex with the babysitter he hired reached her level. The officer who had presented it to her was stunned by how quickly and easily she understood the details and delivered a sentencing. From the images, she knew the husband was the type to hire a babysitter who would sleep with him. She imagined he probably seduced her, that she was helpless, a victim. He had overpowered her with his money and large body. Her pleasure had nothing to do with the event. She could not have ever wished such a thing to happen, she must have faked the enjoyment that she would no doubt hear on the recording. It was basically prostitution; the man was basically a pimp. The man was to lose his job, his wife given a promotion. All of the man's application emails will be blocked. Once the wife had accumulated enough money, she would be offered a luxurious job on the other side of the country. The officer couldn't help but agree. He was impressed with her efficiency.
Indeed, every case of misconduct reached her or her organization. She would settle all the scores in secret. When she returned to her empty home, when she wasn't obsessively working, she poured herself a glass of water and continued to read. She tried to stay up to date on the correct language to use as recommended by her think tank. She often enjoyed using the introduction of words to keep her subordinates on her toes. She found, though she could have no sexual pleasure, some small pleasure in inflicting pain on her subordinates. It was never enough, though. She would never dare inflict pain on herself. The Minister took incredible care of herself, never missing a flossing.
She would have been furious to learn of Nadia's betrayal as well as her new state
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Nadia had developed an oral fixation from listening to Cassia's descriptions of oral sex, the techniques involved as well as the seeming pleasure induced. Cassia explained how much of her wardrobe, make up and speech involved making her lips appear inviting for men's cocks. Before Marius, the moment she had men's' cocks in her mouth, they would become hers. She simply had no need for other tricks. Nadia, she told her, would feel a weight lifted from her shoulders once she understood the sexual equivalent of a nuclear weapon. It would guarantee her independence, she explained.
Marius was gracious enough to let her practice on him. Cassia decided to attend to offer instruction where needed. Beforehand, she reminded Nadia that what matters most is sincere enthusiasm. Nadia had no trouble mustering that up. She was grateful to Marius for freeing her from her enslavement. Nadia also loved the size of his cock, which fit perfectly in her mouth. The warm texture and the combination of hardness and softness made her excited. Her sudden wetness made her more excited too. Nadia began to finger herself while she sucked. Cassia wanted to intervene but stopped herself. Look up at him once in a while, she said. Marius appreciated the unique perspective of looking at a woman's face as she sucks one's cock. They have no idea, he thought, how perfect it looks. To Marius, it always seemed that the geometry of a blowjob when their eyes met had some cosmic significance.
Nadia understood no such thing. She was simply hot for cock at this point. She had never imagined that it would be so addictive. She began to sense more than just the skin and flesh, but the inner working of her mind, or Marius' and of his body's fluids. Cassia came close to inspect her. Nadia hardly noticed. She began sucking tightly onto the tip of his cock. Cassia informed her of the place on the head of his penis that she could tongue if she wanted him to come. Nadia was in no hurry but decided to find the spot and immediately sensed Marius responding. She felt empowered by his reaction and pressed on wildly. She devoted herself to making Marius come. Previously in a state of enjoyment with a sense of doubt that she could accomplish anything today, she seized her opportunity and hurried Marius along. When he screamed and came in her mouth in streams of hot shooting liquid, Cassia repeated that she had to relax, swallow and push herself deeper on to the cock, which she did for her gently.
Nadia looked up at them and smiled. The Minister was none the wiser.
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