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Nero's Queen
© 2010 by Nom de Plume
Based on a true story: the year is AD 65 and the place is ancient Rome
during the licentious reign of the emperor Nero. A pall has been cast
over the emperor's court following the death of the empress Sabina and
her unborn child. Few outside the emperor's inner circle know that Nero
himself caused the tragedy by kicking his pregnant wife in a fit of
pique. For Sporus, a young slave serving in the imperial household, the
madness is only beginning...
My name is, or rather was, Sporus. The first fifteen years of my life
were spent in obscurity as the only child of a servant to the emperor
Claudius. I never knew my father, and consequently I was raised by my
mother and the other handmaidens and trained to be a houseboy. For a
slave, I considered myself extremely fortunate: in return for attending
to the needs of the imperial household, I had a luxurious roof over my
head, enjoyed the remnants of imperial banquets, and was spared the
brutal realities of everyday existence outside the palace walls.
Had I known the fate which awaited me, I most surely would have scaled
those walls, traded my comfortable tunics for bearskins, and lived out my
life in the wilds. The day on which my life changed forever began with a
summons to the private chambers of the emperor himself, and although I
had no premonition of what was to come, I was filled with foreboding as I
was led down the luxurious corridors to Nero's inner sanctum.
I had been in the emperor's presence many times, of course, yet I was
shocked by what I saw when I approached him. Although not a handsome
man, he had always been meticulous about his appearance, and indeed it
was said that on occasion he dressed himself in women's attire and
paraded about his chambers. This was repeated in hushed tones by the
handmaidens with whom I gossiped after hours.
On that day, the Roman Emperor could barely have passed for a freeman,
let alone the ruler of the civilized world. Unshaven, wrapped in soiled
bedclothes, he lay prostrate on his sumptuous divan, with deep circles
under his eyes and a woeful countenance. He looked up at me sullenly
when I approached, and I felt his eyes boring into me as I stood
quavering before him. What had I done to deserve such scrutiny?
An elderly soothsayer hovering in the shadows broke the silence. "Your
Imperial Majesty, is it not astounding?"
Nero rose unsteadily to his feet and approached me. My knees were
shaking under my tunic as I stood rooted to the floor. The odor of stale
wine on his breath was overwhelming. "By Venus, I see her." He raised
his hand and I flinched, thinking he was about to strike me. Instead, he
ran his hand over my face, lingering over the peach fuzz on my chin.
"What is your name?" he asked me, not unkindly.
My mind raced. Why was the emperor taking such an interest in me? His
penchant for casual cruelty towards his subjects was well known, and my
next words could be my last. "Sporus," I said in a high-pitched squeak.
This seemed to please him, and a wicked smile crossed his face.
"Still soft and callow," he said at length. "A slip of a boy. Yes, I
see her. And soon all of Rome will see her."
I was completely baffled. Who was her?
"Bring me one of Sabina's garments," he commanded. Out of the corner of
my eye I saw Ciro, one of the servant girls, back out of Nero's chambers.
She returned a moment later with an armful of flowing fabric.
"Remove your tunic and sandals. AT ONCE," Nero roared when I hesitated.
Shaking with fear, I stripped down and stood naked and terrified on the
cold marble floor.
"Dress him," Nero commanded, and I felt ridiculous as Ciro carefully
draped my body with a woman's gown, which felt cool and sensuous against
my trembling skin. I remained speechless while Ciro knelt down and
helped me place my feet into ornate sandals. They fit perfectly, and I
stood in bewilderment as she carefully tied their elegant straps around
my ankles.
As Nero circled around me, his step seemed to regain a bit of its old
spring, and his voice assumed its customary command. "Uncanny. Yes, it
will be done."
The old soothsayer nodded obsequiously. "The preparations will commence
at once."
"I do not wish to see her again until the metamorphosis is complete."
* * *
After Nero dismissed me, I was escorted into an anteroom off his
chambers, still dressed as a woman. There I waited for what seemed an
eternity until Ciro reappeared, her arms piled high with more clothing,
and in a whispered hush she said, "You poor boy!"
"Please, tell me, what is happening?" I implored her.
"Follow me." Without another word, she led me down a twisting maze of
corridors to a bright, airy room furnished with an elegant bed, dressing
table, and its own bath. Other than to serve in Nero's chambers, I had
never seen such elegant surroundings. "I suppose it won't be all bad,"
Ciro sighed as she started to hang up my things.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you figured it out by now? It seems that you bear an uncanny
resemblance to our late, lamented Empress Sabina."
"You cannot be serious!"
"It's true, and I think the emperor has taken a shine to you," she said
matter-of-factly.
"That's insane."
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure we were alone. "He is insane,
you know. Mad as a hatter. And anybody who tells him so isn't long for
this world. So if I were you, I would get used to the idea of being a
woman, at least until he tires of you. If you're lucky, it won't be long
before he does...."
"Ciro, how can I pretend to be a woman for the emperor's amusement?
This is absurd."
"Oh, don't worry, you're going to have plenty of help. I have been
assigned as your lady-in-waiting, and I overheard some of what's in store
for you: "Henceforward no manual labor of any kind... his hair is to
be grown down to his shoulders...his fair skin shall never again see the
sun...baths and emoluments to soften him further...training in the
womanly arts."
"The womanly arts? What on earth does that mean?"
"Don't worry, you won't have to learn to sew! I'm to teach you how to
put a blush on your pretty cheeks, how to make your lips look like
cherries...." Ciro was very beautiful, and when she turned to face me
after my new clothes were put away, I felt myself stirring under my
silken garment. "Goodness, that is not very ladylike!" she teased me
when she noticed my dilemma.
"Ciro, I don't want to pretend to be a woman. What if Nero tries
to...you know."
"Perhaps you'll enjoy it?"
"No!"
"You never know until you try?"
"Never!"
"Shhhhhh, lower your voice...have you ever made love to a woman?"
My silence gave her the answer she expected. "A virgin queen! Our
emperor has chosen well."
* * *
And so began my transformation into a woman. My diet was strictly
enforced, and physical exercise of any kind of strictly forbidden. I
spent hours each day luxuriating in my bath, tenderizing my skin with
milk, honey and a variety of exotic herbs and lotions. More hours were
spent being fitted for an ever-increasing array of women's garments, and
I was duly instructed on the feminine ways of walking and even talking.
As the weeks turned into months, my limbs grew softer as my hair grew
longer, until Ciro was able to style it into flowing curls which gave me
the face of a woman.
Ciro was my sole source of companionship, and as my training intensified
a strange bond developed between us. It was almost like we were sisters,
and yet there was an undeniable undercurrent of longing that both of us
resisted lest we be discovered and incur the wrath of Nero. One evening,
I was just finishing the last of my female ablutions when I heard a tap
on my door. It was Ciro, and it was obvious that she had been crying.
"What is it?" I asked.
She put her finger to her lips and led me over to the bed. Her eyes were
full of tears as she held me to her breast and sobbed over and over, "My
poor boy."
"Ciro, what's wrong?"
"Oh Sporus, I was about to leave Nero's chambers this evening when I
overheard him talking to the imperial surgeon. They were discussing some
problem with Nero's knee, and then the conversation turned to you."
"Me?"
"Yes. The surgeon was very upset. Oh darling, Nero wants him to
castrate you!"
"What?" My head was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach.
"The surgeon was reminding Nero that the castration of Roman slaves is
strictly prohibited, to which Nero told him that his word is law and if
the surgeon refused to carry out his command, he would have him
castrated!"
"But why would he want to do this to me?"
"Don't you see? He wants to turn you into a woman to replace Sabina."
"But surely everyone would know that I'm really a man, and a slave...."
"Poor, sweet Sporus...he's a madman! He wants to have a royal wedding,
dress you as his bride, and show you off to all of Rome!"
"I won't do it!"
"You must! He'll put you to death if you don't...."
"I'd rather be dead."
"Don't be a fool! You are going to be the Empress of Rome! It will be
a much better life than you ever could have imagined as a slave."
"As the wife of Nero?"
"Please, don't fight this. If they find out I told you, they'll kill
me...."
"When is this supposed to happen to me?" I asked with resignation.
"Tomorrow."
Tomorrow! I would never know what it meant to be a man...I took her
beautiful face into my hands and kissed her, and suddenly the passion
which was hidden deep within swept us both away. For the first time in
my young life, I made love to a woman, and as I lost myself in
bittersweet ecstasy, I wept with the realization that it would be my
last.
* * *
The next morning, I was awakened by two members of the Praetorian Guard.
Without explanation, I was given a formless tunic and escorted to a
windowless room where the imperial surgeon awaited me. The look in my
eyes must have told him I knew the fate which awaited me. "Drink this,"
he instructed me, handing me a large goblet filled with a clear liquid.
I did so without hesitation, and I began to feel lightheaded as the
guards led me over to a cold stone table. The surgeon inserted a block
of wood between my teeth before he picked up a long knife and inserted it
into a flaming cauldron while the guards held me down. There was a
searing shock of pain, then another, and I knew that I was no longer a
man...just when I thought it was over, there was a third, terrible shock
as my penis was taken from me.
* * *
Ciro was waiting for me when I was carried back to my room. Blessedly, I
remember little of the next few days as my wounds slowly healed. The
surgeon visited me once to admire his handiwork, and by the third day I
was able to take a few steps and begin the agonizing process of learning
how to perform my remaining bodily functions as a woman.
Ciro was like a sister to me now, and under her watchful supervision I
began the preparations for my fateful meeting with Nero. We both knew
that if he disapproved of my transformation, I would be swiftly disposed
of, so with infinite care Ciro helped me to become his woman. Without
the vestiges of my lost manhood, all resistance was gone, and I spent
hours studying my reflection in the glass as I perfected my feminine
mystique.
Finally the time came for my debut: Ciro breathlessly informed me that I
was to be introduced to Nero and the entire imperial court at a dinner in
my honor! Ciro spent hours bathing me with sweet-smelling oils, dressing
me in my finest gown, polishing my fingers and toes, curling my long fair
hair and adorning me with precious jewelry. When she pronounced me
beautiful, I felt a pang of longing for the man I used to be. Thanks to
Ciro, I had lived life as a man to the full. Now, if the gods meant for
me to take my place beside the most powerful man in Rome, who was I to
deny them?
To be continued....
Madison
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