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When I got back to the villa; two young women were waiting, bound and lying on the floor. “A present from Bogatrix” an envoy explained. “You helped us negotiate a difficult situation which could have been bad for us. They are untouched. They are Britannic Romans.” This is people born in Britannia to partial Roman parents. They had some rights and status, but not enough to have a right to go with Domus. He was sending them to me since he knew of my interest in young female Roman slaves. I would have to be careful not to become the receptacle for all discarded women. I did not wish to feed half the country.
I untied them “Name?”
“Alexa and Lyra sir.” They had polite manners, probably well brought up.
“Ages?”
“I’m fourteen, and Lyra is twelve sir.”
“Hmm, Lyra is too young for fucking yet. She can stay and help wash and prepare the others. You can join Prima and her sisters. Your role, in case you hadn’t realised – though I’m sure the men have told you – is to satisfy me in any way I choose. Clear? Good.”
They weren’t sure whether they had improved their situation or not. All the women were wondering just what a barbarian slave might want his sex slaves to do. It was hard to believe, but they had little idea what the Roman men had got up to with their female slaves. Even Priapa seemed unaware, and she had sourced some of these slaves for her husband – who had damaged one or two by vigorous and violent intrusion. There was one difference between Roman slaves and slaves who were Roman: the slaves Romans bought had a financial value, damaging the goods was reducing the capital worth of the family; damaging one of my slaves incurred no actual loss to me since I hadn’t paid for them.
So now I had six mostly untried concubines and one trainee. I couldn’t wait to try this all out.
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At last, the time had come to take some of the virgin meat I had so fortuitously been given. If my fellows had originally felt I was reserving too much for myself, now I was the hero of the hour, it was felt I deserved them. Anyway, to be crude, there was enough pussy around for any who wanted it – permanent or temporary. After the legion had left, it transpired there were many more Romans kept hidden than I had known. That was to the good – that I did not know, I mean. I would have had to demand they be given their freedom to accompany General Domus. Many of the womenfolk found themselves grouped together into whorehouses by their owners. The previously married ones found Celts just as rough in their sex – though more smelly, I’m sure. Romans, with their attitude to women as another form of livestock, were not notoriously good lovers. The younger ones, I felt a little sorry for, but they would soon have been sold off for advantage by their fathers, this was little different. I insisted that in the area I held sway over, and it varied from month to month, sex was to be kept on the right side of murder. Some, I know, did not obey. The Roman males became slaves, many finding pig food their only sustenance. Perhaps this all explains why Gricolus and my band of females stayed with me.
I’ve been distracted again. Yes, to the question of what to do with the women. I arranged for the steam room to be fired up, and when hot enough, I told all the females to disrobe and enter. Even Lyra was to do so, though I had no intention of pricking her cunt until she was older. In the steam, we all sat, naked, and then entered the warm bath, and I picked my first target, well targets actually. Leaving the water, I reclined on a bench and summoned Fortunata and Alexa. Kneeling on either side, I told them to take it in turns to envelope my cock with their lovely small mouths. If I had been standing I would soon have been thrusting in to their great, choking, discomfort; but, lying on my back, I let them do all the work and simply relished such young beauty giving me head. I came when Fortunata was sucking, and she pulled away, horrified. So half of my stuff landed upon my stomach. Without even being asked, Alexa leant in and lapped it all up. She would do well as a courtesan. Perhaps I’d see, later, if she wanted to be farmed out for a share of the profits. I sat up, swung my legs round and pulled Fortunata to me and slapped her hard on the cunt. She shouted in pain. “Next time you suck me off, don’t pull off!
Now, since Alexa made things better ... Alexa, lie down here.” She thought I was about to pinion her, of course, but it would be a while before I was ready again. “Now, Fortunata, open her virginal cunt gently and lick her until she comes. Neither of you leave until it happens.” I went back to the bath where I could watch through the steam, whilst two pairs of hands – Fortunata’s older sisters – washed me in all my most intimate places. I had to reciprocate, at least as far as pushing my fingers into their tight holes. The untouched sex of both, I left untouched. I wanted the pleasure of breaking them properly.
Fortunata was hesitant at first, but got into the way of it and became engrossed in making Alexa groan and moan with pleasure. She had a naturally high voice, but now it rose higher still as unexpected pleasure began to be visited on her. It rose and became more importunate. “Please, don’t stop, pleeease, yes. YES, lick that again! Oh Yes!” and so on. Fortunata was clearly finding this more fun than she expected, she forgot where we were, looking up from the bath. She moved round until her stance was open legged and – if I had had the erection – inviting. Her small, girly lips were visible, her tight little rosy hole rose and fell slightly as she ministered to her new friend’s pleasure. I had not intended her to enjoy it, but it was clear she did. We all watched: myself, Priapa, Prima and Dusilla; even Wenneuereia, I noticed, could not take her eyes from the spectacle, though her face said she did not approve, yet her nipples were hard and eminently (and imminently) suckable. I pulled her over and started squeezing her bottom as we watched. When Alexa erupted into her first orgasm, we all simultaneously erupted into applause. Perhaps a girl might hope not to be an entertainment for her first sex, but at least she had enjoyed it. I approached the bench, half erect by this time, and felt the groins of both girls. Both were warm and slippery. Their taste was delightfully decadent. I wondered if Roman orgies ever used such virgin girls to apply seasoning to the food.
“Fortunata and Alexa, will you keep me company tonight?” I asked. It wasn’t really a question. Later, as I ate, served by attentive young Lyra, Priapa approached.
“May I speak?” she said, looking at the floor.
“Speak, here, sit.” She sat beside me and I gave her some bread and cheese, my tastes were simple, as were most slaves. Some, when they became free, had given themselves over to trying larks tongues, or bull’s balls. Several had spent a couple of days with bad digestion afterwards. We are used to plain food, suddenly changing does no good. Myself, I was content with simple food anyway.
“My daughters ... the older two. They wonder why you chose Fortunata first.”
“They are jealous? Hahahah” I couldn’t help laughing. These two older girls felt they had a right to be fucked raw and made to suck me dry before their younger sister. “Set their minds at rest. After tonight, Fortunata will be in need of rest; their turn will come soon enough. I simply found myself rather attracted to having two girls of equal ages. No slight on their charms was intended.” A naughty thought arrived then. “Tell Prima that I expect her snatch to be as bald as Lyra’s here. I expect her to shave it regularly to be smooth and hairless. But not Dusilla, I want her as she is. As you are.” Priapa looked at me. She knew some men preferred young girls, and some men preferred older girls that looked younger by being shaved. She wasn’t sure if wanting a mixture was normal. “A diet of the same thing all the time would be boring. I want a mixture. Okay?”
It didn’t matter if it was okay or not. I was in charge and their lifeline to safety was to obey. I still wondered at them for choosing to stay; was the idea of married life with some low born innkeeper so bad? Perhaps it was, innkeepers tended to be fat, belchy and crude. At least I wasn’t fat; as to the others... , well, I wasn’t fat, as I say.
That night I paced myself, we three retired early. They were nervous, which was understandable. I was elated, which was also understandable. Not long ago I was a slave who had been beaten ugly, and could be again. I was worthless and meaningless except as a bean counter. Now I was retiring with two pretty young virgins to fuck in a warm, comfortable bed. It could all change tomorrow, I knew that. Some arse-fuck might take exception to obeying my orders and I’d be a dead piece of meat on the midden, mourned by no-one (except perhaps the women I possessed, who would be at the mercy of the rest of the bastards around here). Carpe diem, as Gricolus’s friend Quintus used to say.
So I rode their pretty cunts, front, back, above, below. Did I mention I was big? I told them they were only allowed to cry quietly at losing their virginity; the rest, the pain, the blood, the indignity, all that they had to tell me they loved. Silly, I know, but I was into the idea of a woman wanting to be fucked to the other world. I held off as long as I could, but finally, with Fortunata under me, and Alexa on top, fingering my bum, I could hold back any more and shot that first load into her. She thanked me. She did! She thought that was what was required. I liked that. I watched whilst they played with each other. I hadn’t even told them too. They had got the taste for it in the steam room. They frigged each other, despite the soreness of their cunts, and then when it got too sore, they went over to using tongues and kisses. Both of them came like a chariot! By that time I was ready for action. I tossed a drachma: “Heads or tails?”
“Eh?”
“Heads or tails? Oh, never mind. Heads I fuck your raw slit again, tails I fuck the other hole. I’ll try and take it slow either way.” It came up tails and I told Fortunata to get Alexa ready for the ride of her life. Neither had even known that girls could be fucked that way until recently; they thought only boys took it up the bum. Silly really, why would a man leave a hole unplugged if he could ram his pilum in it? It took her a while, she licked and kissed and fingered Alexa until she was open enough to see dark space. I told her that would do and to present herself the way she had for doggy fucking earlier. I also told her that if she made too much noise I’d whip her after. It was a real strain getting in; her pillow was wet with tears, but I got in and fucked it hard and good. I told her she could rest after; after she cleaned up and cleaned me up, that is. In the morning Priapa came in with fresh bread and honey and wine; and I let her watch whilst her youngest step-daughter finished giving me a good morning blow job. This time she swallowed all.
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