A Slave In Rome

[Sexygurl69]

I gasped as I felt his cock slide into me. I felt it throb inside of me. I sat up and looked down at him. He looked into my eyes and slid me up and down his cock. It felt so good inside of me. I pinched my nipples and closed my eyes. I tilted my head back and moaned.

 

[TrippingBilly]

Her fondling herself and moaning had made me want to explode inside of her immediately. I felt her lips tighten around my cock, I was struggling to hold back my orgasm. Her moans became more breathy and high pitched. I couldn't hold it back, anymore.

With what felt like a giant boom, we orgasmed together. She flopped down on top of me, my cock still inside of her. She layed her head on my chest and fondled my nippled with her finger. I smiled and kissed the top of her head.

 

[Sexygurl69]

I came down from my high and my breathing slowed. That must have been pretty intense because I was exhausted. I layed on his chest and closed my eyes, just listening to our breathing.

 

[dansemajik]

Otto saw Aramis to the door. He had invited me a feast that was to take place in two days. I couldn't refuse, it was a almost mandatory that I attend these boring binge and purge sessions. I sat on the couch thinking how badly I wanted to not go. I suddenly had an idea....

I made my way to the baths. I stepped into the massage area. The young maiden was giggling and taking her time over the maginificence of this new addition to our household. I stood silently as she teased the man. She happened to glance up at me, and turn a vivid shade of red before she ran out of the room.

I took a linen sheet off of the rack and handed it to Britannicus. Admiring his perfection openly. I wanted to touch his skin, to see if it was real, or if it was in fact marble as it looked. "you are magnificent aren't you." I said, not a question. I managed to pull my self together, and told him why I was invading his privacy so much sooner than I said I would.

"Britannicus, in two days, you will accompany me to a feast. You will go as my attendant, my right hand. You will sit beside me, stand beside me wherever I go. It will be your first duty as a member of this household staff."

 

[Sexygurl69]

I heard footsteps and sat up quickly. I grabbed my tunica and slipped it on. I threw Izak his Toga, and I ran out of the room. I walked over to the Baths where I hear talking. I stood next to Portia and looked at her. I then noticed Britannicus in the water. I stood frozen. He noticed me and too was frozen. I still hated the fact that he left, but still old feelings hit me like a stone. Then I remembered Izak, my love, the one I trusted so dearly. I keeper to my heart. It seems there is also a place left for Britannicus, but I don't know what for. After his abrupt dissaperance, I've felt some sort of hatered for him.

 

[sojournerwolf]

When Portia enters the massage room, I stand, as is expected of a slave. A humor glimmers in her eyes though she does not smile at the reaction of the bath slave. Her frank admiration of me again causes me to feel more naked before her than I have ever felt before, as if she could see into my very soul. Among my people, it is spoken that certain Roman women have powers of sorcery which is why they seem able to rule their men despite the many restrictive traditions and rules laid down for them, unlike the free society of equal mates among the tribes of Britain. I repress a shudder at the thought this might be so, though I have often scoffed at such ideas as mere superstition. Still, I find myself glad I did not obey my first impulse and tell her my true name, thus giving her more power over me, and gave her instead the name tossed at me like a rotten morsel to a dog.

I listen attentively to her plans with my eyes cast down, for indeed such is the part I must play if my own schemes are to be realized. My eyes, however, are drawn to hers, again and again, as if she already weaves a spell.

Upon her direction, I take the final rinse to cleanse myself of the oil upon my body. It is then Cornelia comes in and stands beside her. There is a glimmer of hidden anger in her eyes which I can understand if she truly believes I left of my own will that long ago night. Yet there is more, a flush I have come to identify with the afterglow between men and women after the most intimate of sharing, when I have seen my fellow warriors of the sand as the women, rich and poor, have come to them by night.

There is a confusion in me, seeing her there. A feeling as if my soul was caught between two great forces, pulling, an ache within my heart like unto the pain I have felt when cut by sword. I do not move my head, but look slowly from one to another of these magnificent women. It is the power there, I feel...different strengths.

I let Cornelia see in my eyes that I do remember. A plan begins to form in the back of my mind. I do not wish to hurt her, but my hunger to be free is so great, I know I will use anyone, do anything I must to escape this bondage. I will find a way to come to her this night or the next, explain...perhaps I can trade on those old feelings...or at least past memories of friendship, for I realize perhaps her heart has long since found another bourne.

 

[Sexygurl69]

I glimmer in his eyes tells me he does remember. My anger seems to fade as I look at him. What seems to fill me now is confusion. How did this happen to him? How was he stripped of his status into the lowly slave of my cousin and myself. I walk to my room, and get myself ready for bed, since it is late. I slip under the covers and look at Izak. I wave him over and give him a short good night kiss. He tucks me in and leaves to go to his quarters.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I wake from a light doze about the hour of midnight. I stand and listen. The house is silent. Stretching, I glance again at the window, high and narrow. It will be a tight squeeze, but I am prepared. During my mean, I managed to hide the bowl of olive oil for my bread, and the knife. I can only feel contempt for the slaves here, these cowed dogs who know not what to make of me, caught between curiosity and fear...all save that one, Izak. In him, I can sense a kindred warrior spirit, unquenched by servitude. I wonder idly how such a man of evident noble lineage ended up in this place, playing handmaiden to Cornelia.

A vague suspicion crosses my mind and I dismiss it. Certainly not Cornelia and Izak. He is a slave and she was brought up to be a proper Roman woman. Still there is an uneasiness, as I remember, I too am a slave and may be counting on a mercy from my long lost love that is not there.

I strip off my clothing and rub the olive oil over me, careful to avoid my feet. I move across the room until I am oposite the window. Running, I leap and manage to find purchase upon its sill with no more than my fingertips. Yet the years which I have suffered have given me the gods offhand blessing in strength and with great effort, I manage to pull myself up.

The window is a tight fit, and it is only with careful contortion I am able to squeeze through it, though not without leaving some of my flesh as a sacrifice. I ignore the pain and trickles of blood as I ease myself down into the garden. Cautiously, I make my way around the house to Cornelia's room. The urge to flight is strong, but I know an escaped slave can expect little mercy. If I can persuade Cornelia to help me, I might stand a chance to make good my escape.

I realize that is not the only reason at this hour I creep among the foliage. I want to see her again. I want to explain. I want...I stop myself short of completing the thought as I slip among the shadows and climb a trestle beside what seems to be thw women's quarters.

Holding to the vines, I peek in the window and bless the gods...the first room I look into, I can see her upon her bed. Her window, as befits her station is wider than mine. I ease myself into the room, the tyro's training allowing me to do so silently. I pause, looking at her there, sleeping, her breasts rising and falling gently.

I feel again the ache of before and almost leave the way I came, knowing what I would have of her will only cause her pain...and then I hear her stir. Quickly, I slip even deeper in the shadowy alcove near her bed.

 

[Sexygurl69]

I wake up in darkness. It seems that I'm alone, but I know I'm not. I look around. "Is anyone there?" I call but quietly enough not to awaken any others. I rustle in the shadows startles me. I light a candle and hold up towards the shadow. I figure is there. They step into the ligh ad I se Britannicus. "What are you doing here? The overseer will have you whiped if he finds you." I said trying to sound angry, but I can't fool him. He knows I'm happy to see his again, but also pained too.

 

[dansemajik]

The man must think I am a normal dim witted woman. I stood in portico, near a column, enjoying the breeze and the scent of jasmine drifing around me. I saw him slip his huge body out of the narrow window.

he sneaks into Cornelia's room. He has lied to me. He has misused the respect I had granted him. I could well have thrown him amoungst the galley slaves. The lowest of my brood of servants. Gypsies most of them. A thieving lot there were.

I had no objection to him bedding Cornelia, if that was her wont. But, I was not going to allow him to use her. I find myself drawing my silk robe closer to my body. I shake my head in disappointment as I make my way to my charges room.

I thought about calling Izak, but I thought I could handle this on my own.

I didn't knock as I entered the room. I stood watching in the dark, and I spoke simply. "Do you have good intentions here sir? Or are they worthy of the gypsies that live in the hovel out back?"

I was angry. My voice carried it, but not loudly. It was said with little inflection and in measured tones. My eyes I knew were the only mark of my anger. Not many people enjoyed being under the gaze of my angry eyes.

 

[sojournerwolf]

She is beautiful in the candlelight, her hair undone, the light causing her gown to become translucent so that I may see her firm, proud body. I am achingly aware of my nakedness, the new scrapes and old scars gleaming beneath the thin sheen of olive oil.

Words are difficult to form as I see her there, trying to pretend she is made, yet I fancy within her eyes, I detect a deeper current of quite another emotion.

Stepping towards her, I tentativley lift my hand to touch her face.

"I care not about facing the lash, for I have known its kiss more than once over the years. I had to see you, Cornelia. You who once was my companion, my forest queen of fairies who captured my heart and has never let it go. I had to explain what happened that night so very long ago..."

My arms ache to embrace her, to feel her soft flesh against my body, to bury my face in the sweet scent of her hair. And yet, even as I look at her within the flickering candle light, another face appears, wavering as a dream, of Portia...then is gone and Cornelia is there before me again and memories of childhood and youth long lost come flooding back with a deeper current of passion forged within the seething cauldron of my heart which has too long been covered...

I step closer to her still...

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: MAJOR OOPS! I must have begun writing my most recent post as you were writing yours, dansemajik...I saw yours only after mine posted...*L*

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: thats cool Poetbro...tell which way you want to go with this...you know me...I am easy.....to get a long with
Hugs,
D.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: thanks, dansemajik. Sexygurl, TrippinBilly, either of you want to jump in on this or shall I? *L*

 

[TrippingBilly]

I lay there in my bed unable to sleep. The feeling of love was keeping me up. I staring at the ceiling, remembering the time I had just spent with Cornelia.

My thoughts then moved on to the new slave, Britannicus. He wouldn't try to win her heart, would he? No, it was just the paranoia of somebody in love. But it still made me uneasy.

I listened to the noises of the night, everything seemed so much more beautiful. I smiled and closed my eyes, looking forward to being able to hold Cornelia, again.

 

[TrippingBilly]

ooc: Heh...I started writing that one before I read those last 3 posts. Umm, it's up to you guys.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC:
This is getting better all the time. SexyGurl, am going to give you next shot if you want it at this, if not, post and let me know and I will put in my next post...already have the idea for it.

 

[sojournerwolf]

I turn swiftly at the sound behind me. Portia is there, a veritible fury in her anger. The knife is in my hand, poised for a low thrust.

Portia's beauty is breathtatking, yet it is more than that, the very power that emantes from her is palpable. I feel an iciness within me that is something more than mere physical fear.

Slowly, I straighten up. I let myself look once into those flashing eyes and then lower my head like a good slave. I gently place the knife on the night table, then look at her again.

"I wish no harm to Cornelia, mistress. We...know each other. From a time long, long past."

Again, that sense of being completely naked, stripped to my soul, is upon me as Portia coolly studies me. I know I face the lash for this, perhaps more, for what I have done, she could have me put to death quite easily. I will tolerate whatever punishment she has in mind but that...if she does decide death, I will go down fighting.

I wait, wondering what she or Cornelia will say.

 

[dansemajik]

I don't feel my anger abating, instead it is increasing. I look at Cornelia who looks frightened, but not threatened. I watch as he puts the knife down and strikes his obedient servant pose. I lose patience.

I step back and say, "Walk with me slave." I look at Cornelia. "Call Izak, he is to spend his nights in here from now until I tell you otherwise. Not a word of this to him." I look hard at her. "Do you understand?" She nodded and I walked to the door.

I took the arm of this slave, and led him to the salon. He was much larger than I was, and he could have killed me in an instant. I half expected him to.

I turned and faced him, my rage was beyond captivity at that point. "You have lied to me twice now SLAVE." I knew that my eyes were shining with the anger and that my face was flushed, my chest heaving. I was dressed for sleep. My silk tunic was covered by an over sheath, that was silk. The fabric didn't do much to disguise my emotions, as my nipples were in full view.

"Most people only get one opportunity to lie to me. Most slaves find themselves dead, or in a place where they wished they were dead." I looked at him, casting his eyes downward. "Look at me gladiator. I know you are not afraid of me. I know you could kill me now. I also know your goal is to escape this place."

I waited a moment and went on, walking to him. I put my hand on his arm. "Where do you think you would have ended up if I had not bought you? Do you think you would have your own set of rooms? Do you think you would have been fed the food you ate tonite? Maybe. Maybe you would have, but at what price? Your body, every way it could be used."

I ran my hand over his chest. "What does it do to you when I touch you this way Slave?" I put my other hand on his chest. he towered above me, looking me in the eye, not blinking. "It bothers you doesn't it? I know that they keep the champions segregated, no sex of any kind...Have to maintain your purity."

I placed my hand on his firm backside. "This is what the auctioneer was doing when I chanced upon you. I saw the spark to kill in your eye." I moved my hand around, stopping short of his manhood. "Would you do anything I ask of you to be free my Lord?" My words seemed to shock him. I didn't care.

I untied the ribbons holding my sheath together and let it fall open. I uncliped the chain that held my tunic on, and let it drop to the ground in a silken puddle. I stood before him as naked as he was, and fine as he was. The moonlight flooded in and bathed my pale skin in light. My breasts were high and firm, my waist narrow, my hips full. I knew how I looked nude.

"Now Servant Lord, we are equal. I am as naked as you. Tell me what you would do to be free."

 

[sojournerwolf]

I walk with Portia from Cornelia's room. I am aware of her scent, the flimsiness of her robe, the anger within her. I can hear her breathing, almost swear I could feel the fire of her rage flowing around her.

We walk into the salon, and she turns to me. I see within her eyes anger, yes, but something else as well. I know at any moment she can call the other slaves, have me taken out and beaten, even killed. I also know that I could take her throat in my hands right then and snap her neck like a dry twig.

Mistres and slave, yes, but each with our own power the other cannot touch, or so I think until she begins to speak.

I hear her words and offer no argument. What is there to say, for yes, I have lied to her. Yet, when she addresses me as Master, I am shocked, wondering if I heard aright.


SHe touches me like the property I am, taunts me with my enforced celibacy. Her hands caressing the oily lingth of my chest and buttocks incites me to anger, yet at the same time, my body is betraying other feelings, other desires. My cock begins to feel heavier even as the fire within begins to burn hotter. I am torn between an overwhelming lust and rage at my humiliation..then she removes her clothing almost contemptuously and stands before me naked.

In the moonlight, her body seems to glow with its own inner light. I wonder again whether she is a witch and this part of the geas she intends to put upon me.

she asks what I would do to be free and my soul screams like an eagle...ANYTHING. Yet the words cannot find their way to my tongue. A madness overcomes me, not unlike that I have felt upon the sands of the arena, not caring what might happen, only that I fight back, with all the strength and cunning at my disposal.

I grasp her roughly by her upper arms, feeling Portia's soft flesh give beneath my fingers. My lips crush hers and I reply, without words. I force open her mouth, which seems not all that unwilling and kiss her long and deeply. I have kissed before, Cornelia when we were younger, but never like this, never with this sort of hunger. I draw her to me, feeling her breasts flatten beneath my chest. Almost cruelly, I continue the kiss, probing, demanding...

she namaed me Master adn whether it is whimsy of hers, some game before she has me flogged, or something else, I will in these moments own her instead of her owning me, I will take poseession as I continue to kiss her and she kisses back with equal fierceness. Her belly and soft pubic down brush along my rigid cock.

I move my hands along her body, tangling in her hair, bending her cruelly backwards...

 

[Sexygurl69]

OOC: OMG I'm sooo sorry. I haven't been able to reply cause I've been so busy. But, I'm back.

IC: I called for Izak, and he came straight to me. I looked at him. He stood in his slaves stance. I ran to him and Hugged him tightly. He held me and put his nose in my hair, inhailing the scent.

An old pain came back into my heart. I saw Britannicus again. My First love. My heart stopped when I saw him in the shadows. I know my love for Britannicus was faint, but it was still there. I know that my love for Izak is much greater. But I still am torn. I want to know what happened to Britannicus, why he was here, as a slave. He went from a noble's son, to my cousin's and my property.

I held onto Izak, as if I was holding on for my life. I wanted to melt into him, I wanted to be somewhere that I could get away from everything. Be safe from all this confusion, love, pain, and all of these memories. I wanted that. I don't know what I want. Confusion has over whelemd me.

Izak lifted me up and placed me back in my bed. he covered me in my sheet and kissed me on the forehead. "stay with me tonight." I said...."don't worry I will, just go to sleep." He replied. He sat on my bed next to me, stroking my hair, my face, and my neck. Eventually I fell back to sleep, with one tear rolling down my cheek.

 

[dansemajik]

His sun bronzed skin, hard as marble, yet, hot with a life of its own, pressed up against my moon washed pale supple skin. He was holding me with such anger, and passion. I had pushed him to far. That had been my intention, to get a response from this man who I knew to be more than what he portrayed.

His lips devoured mine, I felt as if I was drowning. I kissed him back. His hands buried in my hair, bending me back as far as my spine would bend. My hands were pressed against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat, and the sharpness of his breath.

I broke the kiss off. I slipped out of his iron grip as he was disoriented from the loss of my lips. I bent down, picked up my robe and slipped it over my head.

"Not this night. Lord Slave." I could see the rage boiling up in him. "If you must leave, do so. I will not stop you from going out the door." I leveled my gaze on him, my lips were swollen from the brutality of his. "I would help you find what is rightfully yours, if you will stay and be a part of my household. I will not expect you to service me sexually, unless that is your wont." I turned to go out the door. I turned back on him, "If you ever touch Cornelia again, I will have you killed." I left him to do what he would.

 

[TrippingBilly]

I stroked Cornelia's hair until sleep consumed her. I wasn't sure what had happened that night, but I figured it had something to do with this new slave. Trouble, that's all he was, nothing but trouble has happened since he'd been there.

I almost felt like I was losing Cornelia to him. I knew this was ridiculous, Cornelia and I lived for each other, but still, some feeling in me told me that Cornelia wasn't completely satisfied with what I could or would provide.

After Cornelia fell asleep, I pulled up a chair, placed it in a dark corner in the room and took a seat. I stayed up all night, watching the moon light reflect off of her olive skin... she was perfection

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: welcome back, SexyGurl

IC:

My cock is hard, swollen, red as dull fire. But I suspect it is no harder nor redder than the flame of my eyes. I struggle to damp down my rage as Portia slips away from me.

Her words are delivered almost impassionately, yet I can see the hint of mockery there, or think I do. She knows as well as I that there is no where for me to go. That I would be out on the streets for but a few hours before the vigiles would drag me off as a runaway slave, if indeed she did not inform them on me as soon as I was out the door.

I discount her offer of helping to attain that which I wish. I know these Romans all too well. Nor do I put much stock in her statement about not using me to service her desires.

I smile, slowly, and bow. And do not completely hide my own irony as I say, "I am your slave, mistress, to do with as you wish."

Does she really think her threats will stop me from seeing Cornelia if I so choose? Indeed, they present a challenge to me, as she presents a challenge. I tell myself to be steel hard and cold, not let on my plans. I tell myself this, and know even as I do, it is a lie. There is that which is unfinished between Corneila and I...and much unfinished between this Roman woman of such power and beauty. I can feel confusion within, but refuse to let it show. I will serve...for now, however and in whichever way she wants. I tell myself this is so I may find a way to use her, to use Cornelia to achieve my freedom in such a way as I might not be recaptured.

I tell myself this, and I know, there is more, much more there. That my very act of subtle rebellion is not merely that, but a genuine lust for this woman that flares for a moment nearly as hot as my desire to be free.

I want to be angry, hard, to hurt her...and find some small gratification in the swelling of her lips,,,but as with all other lies I have told myself, I know this is not all.

 

[dansemajik]

I could see his mind working behind his eyes. Yes, he would be my humble servant to do with as I wished. What I wanted at that moment in time was to have him throw me on the floor and ram that hard dick in me so hard and so deep that I would bear marks for weeks to come.

"Do not mock me Britannicus." I said after he spoke. "I know your soul wish is to escape. Do what you must. I will not stop you. I mean my words. I never speak them if I do not mean them. It is something you would do well to remember."

I turned again at the doorway. "I have the means to get back what you have lost. I never did accept injustice. And I believe one has been done to you."

I left him then looking as if he were going to be a good slave, an obedient slave. Thinking that while I may be more intelligent than most roman females, I was still a Roman female.

I went to my fathers salon, and dug out some of his old scrolls. they had served as his journals. I sat down with the oil lamp lit, and began to read about a time in the British Isles, where there was unrest, and betrayal amoungst the chiefs. I was deeply engrossed as I struggled to understand why it had happened.