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Chapter 1
The rooms were full of people but they didn’t notice me as I floated in and out carrying water. Oil lamps and incense burned and the air was thick with their fragrances and also of something else. Thin fabrics were hung from the ceilings and behind them men and women fornicated. I could see the shadows move as I walked and the odor of sweaty men and women and their bodily fluid stung my nose.
No one was interested in what I carried but for the wine the other girls brought. I was used to being ignored, hardly noticed by the other slaves, just a young girl doing her job as quietly as possible so not to bring attention from my domina. She could be quick with her hand, a slap to the face, a pinch of the nipple until tears ran if you made a mistake, so we didn’t. The only thing that brought attention to me was the way I looked.
“You, what are you carrying?”
I stopped and turned around. An older man dressed in a white toga looked at me.
“Water, sir.”
He snapped his fingers. “Away with you, send someone with wine.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hurried off and found Laixa in the next room. She had wine and I begged for her to come with me.
“The old fuck, he wants wine,” I whispered as we walked.
I stopped in the doorway and watched as Laixa served the old man. When she was about to leave he grabbed her boob and gave it a hard squeeze. Turning to his friend he said, “Albia has such good taste in slave girls. Just feel how firm this one is.”
The other man gave the older his wine cup and using both hands touched Laixa. I could see her eyes and the pain she felt, it wasn’t physical but emotional. She was a beautiful girl from Syria and had been in the villa longer than I. Laixa was not shy; she loved a good cock both in pussy and ass. Sometimes at night, I could hear her fornicating with another slave. I thought she had eyes for me too. Many a night I had laid awake waiting for her to come to me, but so far nothing had happened. Her reaction to the two men was pure hatred, she didn’t mind sex but she wanted to choose her partner.
When she came back to where I was waiting she breathed out and wiped a tear from her eyes.
“Fucking bastard.”
“It’s okay, let’s go to the kitchen, I need to freshen my water.”
As we walked through the rooms I looked at the walls which had erotic art painted on them with scenes of men fucking women, women having sex with other women and men with men. The colors and details made them come alive in the flicker from the oil lamps.
When we crossed the garden to where the kitchen was, eyes followed us, slaves as well as noblemen. We were a sight, Laixa with raven black hair, dark nipples clearly visible under the thin dress she was wearing, I with long blond curls falling down my back and young pert tits pressing against the red fabric of my tunic.
***
I was but a child when the Roman soldiers came. I have a vague memory of sitting outside our humble home cleaning mushrooms with my mother. It was autumn, and the trees leave’s had turned into red, yellow and orange.
At first, it was a rumble far away, my mother looked up thinking it was thunder but the sky was blue. My father came from the back of the house where he had been cleaving wood for the fire.
“Get in the house, those are horses,” he said and ushered us inside.
My mother and I hid behind the one bed we shared and as the soldiers arrived my mother began to pray to the gods for our safety. Suddenly there was a scream that made my blood turn into ice, it was my father’s voice. Next, the door burst in and two soldiers entered. They quickly found us and as I watched my mother’s head being cut in half by a sword. I couldn’t scream, I sat still like if I was not there.
Rough hands grabbed me and pulled me up. Next thing I knew I was slung over a horse and the ground was speeding by under me, being wetted by my tears.
We rode for two days and when we finally stopped I was weak from lack of food and drink. The soldiers had only given me a little, just enough to keep me alive. I was taken to a large cage where other women sat, stood, or lay on the ground. It stank of piss and feces. Some of the women on the ground didn’t move, and I realized they were dead. Others wouldn’t stop wailing and crying even though the soldiers hit them with long sticks they shoved between the bars.
I huddle at the back, making myself as small as possible, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Next to our cage were several others. Some held women, others men. At night I could hardly sleep from their cries. Prayers in other languages reached my ears. At least I thought they were prayers because the people repeated them again and again, all night.
On the third day, I was taken out of the cage and roughly brought up on a wooden podium with a few other young women. I was the smallest but the people in front of us were drawn to me.
A man began to speak, and some of the men and women in front of us raised their hands. A woman in her late twenties standing with a man a few years older said something to him. He raised his hand and spoke. A mumbled and gasps went through the crowd.
A guard grabbed my hand and pulled me down. He then led me over to the woman and man who smiled.
She said something that I didn’t understand. The man had a metal ring that he put around my neck and shut close. Then he knotted a rope to it and lead the way to a wagon drawn by two beautiful white horses. I followed like a dog on its leash.
When we arrived at the villa after a few days travel I was ushered into the slave quarters where an older woman bathed and dressed me. She tried to speak to me but I didn’t understand. I spoke back and she called out a name. A few seconds later a boy a few years older than I with the same blond hair came up to us.
“What is your name?” he said.
“Itta.”
He said something to the woman who shook her head and mumbled something. The boy turned back to me. “You name is now Adelina. Your domina and dominus are Albia and Attilus. You will be the water girl.”
“Where am I?” I sobbed.
“Stop the crying and do what you are told. You are now in the Roman Empire, far away from your home so forget about it, forget your family, and forget everything you have known. Your new life starts today.”
***
Ten years later I was still the water girl of the house. The blond boy’s name was Paulus and he has been coming to my bed for the last two months taking his cock to my pussy. He wanted to do my ass too, but I was not ready. Sometimes dominus takes him to bed so domina can watch them. Paulus told me she loves seeing him taking dominus big cock in his mouth and giggles like a possessed woman when his seed flows over onto Paulus' chin.
“There you are my flower,” said Paulus when Laixa and I walked in.
The kitchen smelt of roasted meat, fish, spices and herbs. The slaves were carrying trays in and out and the wine girls refilled their pitches from larger amphoras.
Paulus walked up to us and tried to kiss me but I pulled away whispering, “not here, you horny boy. The cooks and the others will see us.”
“All he wants is to fuck you,” said Laixa.
“You are jealous, you want my cock in you as well,” he answered her.
“Ha! I do not take pleasure in young men. I like big fat cocks in my holes who know how to give me pleasure.”
She giggled and left us to fill her pitchers.
Paulus walked with me to the well where he helped me fill my pitchers with fresh cold water.
“How is the party?” he asked.
“The same as always, the nobles fucking and sucking, Domina and Dominus having their fill as well. Do you think he will call for you tonight?”
“Probably not, his balls will be empty of seed.”
I was on my way to leave when he said, “What about you? Has Domina laid her eyes on you the way she does when she wants pleasure?”
“No, not yet. Maybe I am not to her liking.”
He cupped my breasts and stole a kiss. “What is there not to like, ass like a ripe peach, and a pussy like a warm fig?”
I laughed and pushed him away. “Your words only get you so far.”
I met up with Laixa at the door and we went back to the party, where we would serve the rich and noble until late into the night.
Chapter 2
I was watching a nobleman fucking a slave girl. She was one of the many laundry girls and as the man’s cock slid in and out of her she began to moan, raking her nails along his upper back and shoulders. When she drew blood the man moaned and fucked her harder. She wrapped her legs around him and as she did he roared like an injured bear as he pumped his seed into her.
“You, fill my cup,” he said and lifted it.
I did as I was told and when I was on my way to leave he said to the girl, “Leave, I will have this blond girl now.”
My heart stopped and I wasn’t sure what to do. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the pillows where he lay.
“Take my cock to mouth, and make me shower you in my seed.”
The pitcher had fallen out of my hand and lay on the stone floor emptying its content. His hand pushed my head down until his slick cock brushed against my nose. I could smell the other girl on him mixed with his seed.
It was a good shaft, thick in girth with a swollen head. My lips stretched as I took it in my mouth and began to move my head up and down as Paulus had taught me. The man began to moan and when I slid a finger into his anus he moaned louder.
“You have been well trained by your domina,” he said between gasps.
If he only knew that it was a slave boy who had trained me in the arts of sex.
As I cupped his testicles his breath began to become shorter and he moaned louder. His shaft throbbed and the first of his seed shot into the back of my throat, perfectly timed as Paulus had taught me so not to have the seed run down my cheeks and chin.
I swallowed three times before he pulled away and his cock slid out of my mouth. Licking my lips I began to get up.
“You, Adelina is it, did you enjoy cock in mouth?” I froze from the sound of my domina’s voice.
“Speak, slave, don’t just kneel there, get up and face me.”
When I turned she stood just behind me. Her large firm breast clearly visible under the thin fabric she wore.
“Yes, domina, I enjoyed pleasing the man.”
“I was watching you, you have skill. Who has taught you?”
I wasn’t sure if I should tell the truth, it might get Paulus in trouble, but I knew that if she found out I had lied there would be a whipped at dawn.
“Paulus, the kitchen boy,” I said looking down at my feet.
“Ah, yes. My husband enjoys his mouth from time to time. He is a good cock sucker, which he apparently has also taught you how to be.”
“Yes, domina.”
She cocked her hip and looked me up and down before asking, “Have you taken your lips to a woman yet?”
“No, domina.”
“Good, I shall be your first, come with me.”
Chapter 3
Instead of taking me to one of the bed chambers she took me to the baths. When we walked in the intoxicating fragrance of incense attacked my nose. It lay like a haze in the air making it hard to see who else was in there. She stopped and turned around.
“Undress me, then undress yourself, you shall bathe me.”
I carefully slipped the fabric over her shoulders and it fell to a heap at her feet. My eyes were drawn to my domina’s soft spot. She had no pubic hair and I thought it looked funny.
“Take off your garment,” she said.
When I did and it fell to the floor she gasped and pointed between my legs. “Not acceptable. Barbarus, come here. There is much work for you to be done.”
I looked down at my thick patch of golden pubic hair. Was she not pleased with me? I was afraid she would send me back.
Suddenly a short fat man with thinning hair stood next to us. He looked up at my domina and said, “How can I serve you?”
“Take her to the table, and make that go away,” she said while making a circular motion with a finger aimed at my cunt.
“Yes, domina. Come, girl.” He took me by the arm and walked over to a stone table.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
I did but I was shaking in fear. What was he to do? Rip out the hair with his fingers?”
Instead, he dipped two fingers in a wooden bowl and when he dragged them over my pubic hair an oily liquid dripped down onto my skin. A fragrance of flowers and citrus reached my nose.
“Do not move,” he warned and that’s when I saw the knife held high in the air. The flickering light from the oil lamps reflected from the thin blade and I closed my eyes waiting for my sex to be mauled.
He worked quickly and only a few times did it hurt when he pulled hairs with their roots.
“There, all done. Smooth as I can make it.” He stood back with a smile.
I touched myself and he was right. My skin was like the finest fabric. Not a single hair remained.
“Now go to your domina and please her,” he said and helped me down.
Domina was already in the water when I arrived. In the darkness, she was only a shadow at the end but when she saw me she raised her arms and beckoned me to come.
I grabbed a bathing cloth from the pile and went into the warm water which reached up to my hips. It felt funny against my shaved pussy and it also turned me on. By the time I had reached her I knew I was wet and not only from the water.
My domina apart from having large firm breasts was a tall woman with long black hair, almond shaped green eyes and lush lips. Some people say she reminds them of an exotic cat, such as those that are shown in the market place. Here at night, I had to agree with them, it seemed those green eyes floated in the darkness, never blinking.
When I knelt beside her I felt her hand reach out and touch my soft spot. I shivered and whimpered a little as she gently drew a finger along the slit.
“Just right, just right,” she whispered.
I began to gently caress her skin with the wet cloth starting with her neck, then shoulders and along the arms. She closed her eyes and leaned back exposing her delicate throat. If I had had a knife and the want, I could have slit her throat right there and then, letting her bleed out in the bath.
“Good girl, now pleasure me,” she said and sat up, moving so she was sitting on the ledge. I knelt between her long soft thighs and lowered my head until my lips touched her. This was forbidden fruit I was tasting, most Roman’s did not like to give or receive oral sex, it was dirty. I didn’t care, I was not from their land and I began to lick her with gusto, tasting her juices as they filled my mouth. Her hands on my head pushed me harder against herself. She made little gasps as my tongue touched her button and then she wrapped her legs around my back and squeezed hard as she screamed out her orgasm. It echoed and amplified across the room, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
She let go of me and slipped down into the warm water again. I moved to her side and began caressing her with the cloth once again. Her breasts heaved as she recovered and when she turned to me her lips parted in a smile that I had never seen before.
“You are a goddess with your tongue, not even my best Gladiator has managed to make me scream like that. You are to be commended on your skill.”
“Thank you, domina, I really enjoy giving mouth to pussy.”
She giggled and kissed my lips. “Away with you, I need to relax.”
“Yes, domina.”
After putting on my tunic I gave her a last look and she was leaning against the edge of the pool, a lazy smile on her lips and her eyes closed.
Chapter 4
The villa had quieted down I noted as I walked through it heading for the slave quarters. Only a few men and women lingered, drunk and full of food and wine. Laixa came out from a bed chamber and adjusted her dress. Her cheeks were blushed and I noted a drop of white liquid on her cheek.
“Wait, let us return to quarters together,” I said while wiping the drop off her skin and tasting it.
“Ah, you have had cock to pussy?” I said.
She picked up her wine pitcher and took my hand in hers. Walking away she whispered. “Cock in pussy, ass and finally mouth.”
“Any good?”
She giggled. “The best, didn’t you just taste him?”
“I did, but it wasn’t much.”
“It was the senator, Holdigus, a wealthy and horny old goat.”
“Ah yes, I know of him.”
We dropped off our pitchers in the kitchen and then crossed the garden to the other side where the slaves were housed. I shared my room with Laixa and when we reached it we ate some bread and drank water before lying down.
“How was the domina?” she said in the darkness.
“She was good. It was my first time putting mouth to pussy.”
She giggled. “Did you like it?”
“Yes, I did.”
She was quiet for a moment before saying. “Did she do it to you?”
“No.”
I sensed movement and then she was next to me. Her breath against my cheek, her hand searching under my tunic until it reached my pussy.
“What is this?” she said.
“Oh, domina wanted me without hair.”
“It feels strange, let me see.”
I giggled as she moved down and when she lay between my legs I pulled them up and spread them. Her tongue ran down my slit and I moaned.
“This is good, I shall do the same,” she whispered.
“Maybe Barbarus will do it for free, or if you put mouth to cock.”
While continuing licking me she mumbled, “He only likes the slave boys.”
I felt her fingers against my flower and when they slid in I tensed. My body aching for more and my breath fastened as she began to slide them in and out. My breathing became short and I moaned loudly.
“Laixa, you are so good to me, so good.”
“Shush, my flower, be still.”
“I can’t, oh, that is so good, so very good.”
“Ah!” Who has put cock to pussy, speak your name,” she suddenly said.
I opened my eyes and in the darkness, I could make out the shape of Paulus behind her.
“It is me, Paulus, be still woman while I fuck you.”
“Ah, ah, your cock is good to me, much better than I had thought.”
While moaning and gasping she went back down on me. I felt her body jerk for each of Paulus thrusts. But she continued giving me pleasure until I exploded in a long orgasm. I clenched my teeth trying not to scream but a few whimpers escaped into the darkness.
“Shut up in there, you fornicators,” said a woman’s voice.
At that moment Laixa also came and she slumped down on top of me, her breathing warm against my face. I felt her bush against my shaved pussy and it tickled.
Paulus pulled out and made himself finish and a couple of drops of his juices landed on my face while most of it ended up on Laixa’s back.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered before going back to the men’s quarters.
When he was gone Laixa whispered. “In your lands do the people fuck as much as the Roman’s do?”
“I don’t know. I was very young when they took me.”
She rolled off me and we lay on our sides She caressed my cheek and then kissed me. “In my lands, they don’t. It is a private affair.”
“I don’t mind it as long as I am not taken by force,” I said before closing my eyes.
Her hand caressed my side down to my thighs and back up again. “You are a special woman, Adelina, and I hope we will continue this relationship during the years to come.”
“Shush, we need sleep. Soon the day breaks and we shall have to get up to serve our masters.”
“Yes, another day of mouth to cock, ass, and pussy.”
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