CAESAR'S REWARD

[Opensesame54321]

She could tell that he was angry with himself. It was obvious by the way that he seemed to berate himself, apologizing for having sex with Naomi. And while deep down inside it did hurt, she was also very aware of the fact that he had no say in the matter. After all, they had threatened to remove her from Quinn’s household and send her with Caesar while he was on campaign. It was common knowledge that campaigns were terribly rough on a servus sexus and that the women frequently were passed around to the top Pretorius, and even on down the chain of command until the woman became little more than a prostitute, or worse. Plus there was the chance of the woman being captured by the enemy, or even killed during a battle. Such women were usually left as a gift for the loser. It would be purgatory here of earth.

She really did not want to give Quinn false hope by bringing up the possibility that Naomi was nothing than a liar. Better to wait a bit and see if she could speak with one of the lanistas to see what they could tell her. In the meantime, she would bide her time and look into things.

Stroking his brow, she calmed him and eventually she got him to eat some food. Julie, as usual, seemed to know just what to prepare and solemnly the two of them ate. The more food that he got on his stomach, the more that his attitude improved.

Meanwhile, Aemilia avoided trying to entice him. It was better to let him be the leader. She spoke of the weather, and asking him when would he let the slaves know of his plans to improve their sleeping beds by removing the stone platforms and giving them real bed frames. She spoke of how delicious the food was, and asked him if he ever missed the gladiatorial ring. At least that got a chuckle from him. She asked if he was happy with the direction that his school was taking. And he told her that he had plans to go there on the morrow to do more training and check on his students.

Eventually the evening wore down, at which time he gathered her to him, and made love to her. It was the most gentle and sweetest that he had ever been, kissing her and slowly bringing them both to ecstasy, with him filling her womb with his seed. He then held her close to him, nestling her against his side with his arm wrapped gently around her as if to protect her even in his sleep.

As she lay there, listening to the rumble of his snore in her ears, his skin warm against her warm skin, and a stickiness between her legs, she wondered if she were already carrying his child. It was at this moment that she felt as if she were more of his spouse instead of his servus sexus. She so wished that she could be a free woman, and be his wife. She loved him so.

When she awoke the next morning, she was alone in his chambers and she knew that he had left for his school. She lay on his bed, the sheets wrapped in a tangle around her nude body. For some reason she was apprehensive, and she attributed it to all that had happened yesterday.

Getting out of bed, she slipped in her tunic and headed for her room.

 

[cumnchat]

Quinn gradually calmed down as he lay with his head in Aemilia's lap and she gently stroked his brow, relieving the tension that had built up during his visit to Caesar and the unwanted time with Naomi. They talked and talked not bothering with protocol where the slave only spoke when spoken to, the things they spoke about were the sort of things that a married couple might talk about. The weather, his plans for giving the slaves proper beds to sleep in, and how his new school was progressing. He chuckled when she asked if he missed being in the gladiatorial arena,

"You mean do I miss thinking each day might be my last, no not that side of it nor the killing, I have had to kill many good men to my shame but what I do miss is the action, the energy, the athleticism, this is why I believe the school is a good thing, men learn to fight but to kill is something that cannot be taught"

With her being so close to him, feeling her warmth and the softness of her skin Quinn wrapped an arm around her and they kissed gently, their tongues playing wetly. they explored each other's bodies. With their intimate knowledge of each other, they knew where, when and how to touch or caress those special spots to elicit a response. Aemilia was particularly sensitive to being tickled behind her ears and being kissed on her throat. He worked his way down her body not missing her heavy breasts and large erect nipples. His kisses were soft and gentle and he suckled gently on her nipples, he loved it when he kissed her nipples in quick succession and she gasped with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair.

At some point they both discarded their tunics and lay together naked, it was only a matter of time before they joined together. Quinn held Aemilia's arms above her head in a submissive pose and smiled down into her face,

"Do you want my seed now or would you rather sleep."

He knew the answer and slid easily inside the silky, wet channel of her sex, her labia parting easily and her sex stretching without difficulty to accommodate his girth. Their bodies undulated together in perfect harmony, and Aemilia's hips rose to meet Quinn's upward slides. The only sound was the soft slap of flesh against flesh until Quinn unleashed his torrent of creamy seed inside her.

Afterwards, sleep came quickly to Quinn, he held her protectively in his arms as he snored gently his snore ruffling the red locks on the top of her head. The morning saw Quinn rising early, letting Aemilia sleep on while he took some bread, cheese and fruit from the larder and made an early start at his gladiator school.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Quickly she slipped along the halls. It was early morning and she stopped in the culina to grab something to break her fast. A couple of figs, sweet and ripe, were quickly smashed over some fresh bread that Julie had just removed from the huge oven in the corner. The two talked for a moment and Aemilia giggled as some of the fig juice dribbled down her chin. Julie mentioned that the Master had grabbed some food before he had left for the school.

Wiping away the juicy mess on her chin, she left and walked towards her room. All was quiet as she passed the garden. That did not surprise her as Jovian and Decima were expected to be at their jobs during the day.

She slipped into her room and paused. Something felt off. She really could not put her finger on it, but it somehow all did not feel as she had left it. She shook her head and crossed to where her bowl of barley was hidden. It looked undisturbed, the rag still wrapped around it.

She paused. This would tell her if she carried his child. She was torn. What if she wasn’t -she would be so disappointed. And if she was then this would be a big step and her life would change forever.

Carefully she unwrapped the rag, saying a quick prayer. A soft warm breeze wafted through the window as she held her breath and peered into the bowl.

The seeds had sprouted! She subconsciously laid her hand over her abdomen, now sure that there was a barely perceptible swell beginning there. She carried his child. She could not wait to tell Quinn. Her heart pounded in her chest and a smile was on her lips. She would be a mother. A servus sexus and a mother. Though she had to admit that she felt more like Quinn’s spouse than his servus sexus.

She crossed to the stone shelf where she kept her personal belongings. Her vial that held her personal scent lay in its side, its stopper having fallen out. That was what was different. She must have not been careful about putting up the vial and the stone ledge had probably soaked up most of the scented oil.

The good thing was that a quick trip to the market would allow her to get the ingredients to prepare more. She wanted to smell wonderful when she gave Quinn the news.

“Are you there?” She heard a knock as Decima called out to her.

“Decima! Yes!” Aemilia called out to her friend and pulled open the curtain. The face that greeted her was actually beaming.

“I see that a binding agrees with you!” Aemilia hugged Decima.

“Oh Aemilia, Jovian is wonderful! He is so kind and gentle. He kept worrying that he was hurting me.”

“And?”

“And…he was not. You were right. It hurt at first, but then after a bit, it was just wonderful.”

Aemilia smiled at her friend. “Welcome to womanhood.”

“Why does it smell so in here?” The woman wrinkled her nose.

“I must have been careless replacing my vial of my personal scent. It looks like it tipped over and spilled out. The stone absorbed most of it. I will have to go to the market and buy the ingredients to make more.”

Decima crossed over towards the bed and accidentally kicked the bowl on the floor. At that moment Aemilia remembered that she had forgotten to cover it back up. Decima gasped and Aemilia turned to see Decima’s staring down at what her foot had just hit. The woman looked up at Aemilia, understanding dawning in her eyes.

“Aemilia, are you….?” Aemilia immediately hushed her friend up.

“Shhhhh. Yes,” she whispered as she nodded.

“Oh, Aemilia!” Decima whispered back and the two stood there hugging for a minute. They continued to whisper, very aware that they could be overheard if they spoke in a normal voice.

“It is a secret. I just found out so the Master does not even know yet. I will tell him tonight. Promise me that you will not tell anyone, not even Jovian, until I have had a chance to let the Master know. Promise?”

“I promise!” Decima whispered back.

“I will go to the market and get more of the ingredients so I can make more of my scent.”

“I am so happy for you.”

“Well, just be aware that all too soon there may be another set of little feet in this household,” Aemilia said with a raised eyebrow and glanced at her friend’s belly, and Decima blushed.

“I had best get to work or I shall be punished for shirking my duties.”

“Well, the Master has gone to the school to train so I should just have time to get to the market and back before he is home.”

Decima left and Aemilia undressed and ran her hand over her abdomen. The swell was very slight - almost imperceptible. But she also had felt different, and she knew deep inside that the barley test was correct. She quickly recovered the bowl of barley and once more hid it.

Quickly she dressed and prepared to go to the marketplace. If she were quick she could make it to the stall there - Florus’ Flowers and Herbs - and back and have all afternoon to prepare her scent.

The morning was beautiful and the air already warm. The crowds were in a good mood and though no one was rude, she was surprised to find herself occasionally jostled by the people. She had memorized the name of the stall and the ingredients that she needed to purchase as she hurried along with the other shoppers weaving in and out of the stalls.

Suddenly she tripped, probably her sandal catching on a cobblestone. She threw out a hand to catch herself.

“Careful, my lady!” A man’s voice sounded in her ear as strong hands reached out to steady her. “You almost fell.”

“Thank you. I am fine.”

“Why, you are shaking! Here, rest on this bench for a moment and catch your breath. These crowds are rough today.”

Despite her protest, the man led her towards a bench near the entrance of an alleyway.

It all happened so quickly. Suddenly some cloth was stuffed in her mouth while a cloth was thrown over her head, leaving her in the dark. She tried to fight back but strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her tying them painfully tight behind her back. She could feel several pairs of hands picking her up. Fighting back, she squirmed and kicked her legs out. One made contact with a body and she heard a man give a grunt as one of her sandals fell off.

“Damn wildcat! I’ll show her.” Suddenly pain shot through her head and Aemilia lost consciousness.


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“You idiot! What if you have killed her! He will kill us if you have.” The two men pitched the unconscious woman in the back of the cart waiting in the deserted alleyway. She rested on a pallet of straw and one of the men tied her feet together. That way if she woke up she could not run.

Working quickly, they covered her with a wool blanket. Anyone glancing in the wagon would think that the two men were merely hauling a load of hay.

Carefully they made their way through Roma and soon led the mule pulling the cart out of town towards the villa near the ocean. In the cart was their special package. This job should pay them handsomely, especially taking in consideration the long time period that they had to wait just to nab her. The two men laughed and considered just how to spend their 50 denarii each.

 

[cumnchat]

"ABOUT TIME, how long does it take to get a woman incapacitated and into a cart?"

Troilus greeted the two men as they unloaded their package wrapped up in a blanket, it hadn't always been covering her as the two men had taken advantage and felt her breasts and rubbed their grubby cocks over her lips wishing they had the nerve to fuck her mouth but they had been under strict instructions that were not to molest her more than was necessary, but the temptation was too strong to obey to the letter.

"Take her down the stairs and out of sight, remember you don't go bragging about what you have just done and especially not who you did it for."

In the lower room, Aemilie was stripped and bound to a chair,

"Wake her up you idiot"

A pail of freezing cold water was thrown over Aemilia's nude body and as she spluttered and shook her head to clear her vision Troilus lifted his tunic and held his erect manhood in front of her face.

"Recognize this my beauty? You should do you've sucked it enough times but I never got the chance to put it in your other holes, until now that is."

 

[Opensesame54321]

The cold water was a shock to her and Aemilia gave a gasp as she came to. She was confused, trying to remember what she had been doing and where she had been. She tried clearing her vision and blinked, shaking her head. What she saw next made her heart sink.

Before her stood Troilus, the man’s evil grin sending a chill up her spine. He lifted the front of his tunic, holding his already erect manhood in his hand. There was a snear on his face.

"Recognize this my beauty? You should do you've sucked it enough times but I never got the chance to put it in your other holes, until now that is."

“Troilus, you are crazy. I belong to the Mighty Quinn and he will be angry when he discovers what you have done!” Her eyes flashed the anger that she felt. How dare he do this!

“Oh my dear, he shall be too busy to even miss you. You now belong to me, as it should have been all along. Damn Caesar!” He shook his member at her. It was then that she noticed the two men standing to one side, openly ogling her, one man absentmindedly rubbed the front of his tunic where his manhood poked against the material.

Troilus snapped at the two men. “Quick! Get her tied to the bed. And watch where you put your hands.”

The men needed no more urging as they stepped up to her. No sooner did they began to untie her than she started to struggle, trying to get free. Of course, she was unsuccessful and the two men enjoyed having a quick feel when possible. Occasionally Troilus would cuff one man or the other if their hands got too close to his gem.

All too soon they had her tied to the bedframe.

“Now, go deliver your message. You know where to go?”

“Yes.”

“Then go. She is waiting!”

“When do we get our pay?” One man was starting to get surly.

“When you get back. Now go!”


———-


“Have you seen Aemilia?”

“Not for some time. Have you checked her room?

“Yes. She was not there.”

“Well, she must be somewhere. She will probably appear not long after the Master does. Quit worrying about her and just do your work.”

Decima nodded but in the back of her mind something bothered her. Until she turned the corner and ran into Jovian. Glancing around to make certain that they were alone, Jovian quickly pulled her to him and kissed her before he whispered something naughty in her ear. Within a minute, he was heading to his room to practice on a song for his love. And Decima headed on with her work, smiling and thinking of what Jovian had whispered in her ear.


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Brutus entered in where his mistress was reclining. Nearby a newly-purchased slave stood waving a reed fan over Lucia, the young man’s arms tired and wanting to stop but the man knew better. Already he had been beaten for asking if he could take a rest. Sweat ran down his back and his tunic stuck to him.

Lucia did not even look up from where she lay draped upon the couch in her triclinium, picking out various delicacies from the platter before her. She was well aware that the slave had entered, without even seeing him. Like a spider in its web, the woman was well aware of her surroundings.

“What is it, Brutus?”

“There is a man here with a message.”

“Who is the man?”

“I don’t know. All he did was leave you a message and then he ran. There was another man waiting in the shadows but I could not see him well.”

Lucia sighed, steadily getting angrier by the minute. “Are you going to give me the message or do I have to beat it out of you? You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Brutus paused, nervous. “The man said that the package had been delivered.”

A wicked smile passed across her lips. Both men actually felt a chill in the air, though for different reasons.

“Brutus, have my personal slave meet me in the bathhouse.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brutus immediately turned and left.

“You!” Lucia pointed to the slave and the man dropped the fan in fear. Lucia rolled her eyes. “You come with me. It is about time that you learned how to please your owner.”

Lucia led the way to her bathhouse and was met by a young female slave. The woman bowed low and began to undress Lucia while the new male slave stood by, unsure of just what to do. He tried not to look at his owner’s body though his member had other ideas with each inch of skin revealed.

“Domitia, I must prepare to meet a most important man. Use my best scent.” The woman bowed and crossed to the wall, removing a vial of very expensive scent. She began pouring it into the waters so that soon the odor of exotic flowers filled the room.

“This is my newest slave. I expect you to train him in just how I like to be pleased while I bathe.”

“Yes, mistress,” Domitia bowed and soon the bathhouse was filled with the sounds of Lucia in pleasure as she prepared herself for her visit to Quinn.

 

[cumnchat]

On his return home, Quinn was looking forward to a relaxing evening with Aemilia in his arms and maybe if they were both of the same mind something a little more energetic. On his way to his quarters, he saw one of the servants and told her to find Aemilia and send her to his quarters only for the woman to say to him that no one knew where she was, the whole household had been looking for her for most of the day. A chill ran through Quinn's bones, he had been half expecting something like this but why had she not returned, where was she?

He gathered everyone together and asked them when and where they last saw or spoke to Aemilia. Decima was the first to speak up, saying that Aemilia needed some special herbs and spices as she had used or spilt all she had left. At this point, Helena spoke up.

"No that's not right, my mother,,,,"

"Be silent you stupid girl," Selina cuffed Helena around the head

"Let her speak," Quinn spoke sternly to Selina and then more kindly to Helena, "Your mother what? Helena, you are not in trouble we just need to find Aemilia."

"My mother used all of Aemilia's scent on herself, here," she pointed between her smallish breasts "and dabbed some between her legs, then she said that Aemilia won't need it anymore because she was going to run away,"

"The girl is demented and simple, she's lying because she spilt the scent." Selina protested, trying to blame Helena.

"That is easily proven, if you are innocent you won't mind if three different slaves sniff your breasts, If none can detect any scent on you, you will be free to go, if only one then the case is unproven, two or more and you will be severely punished for the and then there is the matter of you saying that Aemilia was planning on running away, how did you know of this? Why would she tell you unless you were to help her or someone wished to make it look that way, tell me now before I whip you anyway. "

One slave who was standing next to Selina called out "I have no need to sniff, Selina reeks of scent."

"ME TOO." Came another cry

Selina was brought forward and made to kneel in front of her Master,

"You had best tell me all you know, Selina, or do I have to beat it out of you? You have been shown to be guilty by your own daughter,"

Tears ran down Selina's face as she revealed everything she knew which did not include the name of the person who was paying her, but she did reveal which of the many herb and spice stalls Aemilia used and where the men would be waiting for her.

"' Florus’ Flowers and Herbs', this Is the place," Quinn spoke to the wrinkled old lady whose stall it was and she affirmed that she remembered the red-haired girl. "She's a real beauty, when she blends those herbs and the scented oil she will be irresistible to her lover, although I rather think he is already besotted with her."

Quinn couldn't help a wry smile, was he that obvious?

He looked around the vicinity of the stall and found a bunch of herbs and a vial of scented oil, which the old woman confirmed as those that Aemilia had bought.

The old woman suddenly remembered and volunteered,

"There were two rough-looking men hanging around doing nothing, been here a couple of days now they've gone went off in their cart just after your girl bought her herbs, they kept the cart around the corner in the alley."

Quinn went around the corner and the first thing he saw was Aemilia's embroidered slipper. He recognised it immediately as he had slipped it from Aemilia's dainty feet numerous times to suck her equally dainty toes.

"That settles it someone has taken her and I am sure I know who but I need to find proof and pray that I am not too late."

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Troilus returned his attention to Aemilia tied to his bed once he had sent the two men on their errand, She lay there naked and helpless as he looked down at her, lust blazing in his eyes,

"By the gods Amilia I have dreamt of this moment when you would belong to me and I could take you when and how I wanted, whenever I wanted, but let's not rush things, first, a reminder for you to remember what I taste like."

He held his large erect manhood close to her face and with pearly white precum oozing from the tip he rubbed his cockhead all over her face, her brow, her eyes, her nostrils and finally her lips, leaving a slimy trail of precum on her face,

"Open your mouth, whore, it's not as though you are a stranger to sucking me is it?"

Troilus pushed his way in between her lips and held her jaw in a vice-like grip and slowly slid in and out, feeding her his man meat inch by inch until he was at the entrance to her throat.

"The Lanistas would not allow us to make you gag but fortunately I have no such restriction."

Troilus crowed as he blocked Aemilia's airway and watched as she bucked and writhed, choking for air until she passed out,

"I'll be back later for some more fun, whore.

 

[Opensesame54321]

It was such a beautiful day for her to accomplish her goal. At least that was the thought that ran through Lucia’s mind as she headed through the streets of Roma in her litter. She could have easily walked it, and had in the past. But today she wanted to arrive in style.

Even as a young woman she had easily attained what she wanted. Of course, back then, she was known as Prisca. When she had desired to leave her small village and her boring family, she had set her sights upon the leader of a small town a good days walk away from where her family lived. The problem was how to obtain it. It took some planning on her part but once she had worked it out, she managed to “escape” home just before a faulty chimney happened to catch fire and destroy the home and all the members of the household. But by the time that the fire was discovered, Prisca was long gone and no one would know that the burnt bodies discovered in the house were already dead. Nor would they know that the body believed to be Prisca was actually a poor stranger that was unfortunate enough to take Prisca’s place.

Over the next 18 years or so, Prisca worked her way south towards Roma and the sea, always changing her name and always managing to find some gullible man or woman to seduce. Some she managed to take for a spouse, and others she just used until they were no longer needed. Then she would disappear, with the poor fool either penniless or deceased, or both.

So when she appeared several years ago in Roma, she was now known as Lucia, and was a wealthy free citizen. And in no time, she had worked her way into elite society.

As to her lack of children, she had learned early in her wandering life that she was barren. She had found this fact very satisfying as it meant that she could fuck whomever the hell she pleased without any worries as to would there be a child that managed to not favor the man that she was married to. This meant that she could enjoy a very active sexual lifestyle, and never worry. And it did not take long for her to discover that sex was something that she greatly adored. With men and with women. With one or two or a crowd.

The litter stopped in front of Quinn’s villa. A smile graced her lips as she remembered the man rather large cock. Already she could feel her cunt wet with desire. She would love it if he just laid her face down over a table and fucked her until she screamed with ecstasy. She would have to work on him about that. But now that his servus sexus was gone - running away, imagine that - she would soon have the man enamored with her sexuality and she would move in here.

Gracefully she left the litter and crossed to the doorway. Lifting the knocker, the resulting sound announced her presence and she heard the bolt drawn back as a man’s face appeared. Lucia just walked on in as if she were expected.

“Do announce me to your master.” Lucia spoke and acted as if she were expected by Quinn and the slave looked at her, confused. Some of these slaves really deserved to be a slave - no backbone.

“Is the Mighty Quinn expecting you?”

“Why do you think that I am here, you stupid slave? I am Lucia.” The man turned and shuffled deeper into the villa, indicating that she was to follow. The marble inlay on the floor was pretty but once she moved in with Quinn, she would have it redone in a beautiful mosaic - something sensual and maybe provocative.

She was led to the tablinum before the man left. She glanced around the room and found it a bit smallish and in need of an update.

A female slave appeared and placed a platter of sweet meats on the low table in front of where Lucia sat. The woman bowed and then spoke.

“Welcome. My name is Decima. Would you like some wine to refresh you?”

“Yes.” Lucia’s answer was clipped and condescending. She would need to whip these slaves into shape. Quinn let them get away with entirely too much. It was then that she noticed music in the distance - it seemed to be a lute and the notes wafted through the air.

“Girl, where is that music coming from?”

“That is Jovian. He is Master Quinn’s musician.”

“Send him in here. I wish to be entertained.”

The female slave bowed and left and in a minute or two a young man, fresh faced and smiling, entered. He bowed to her and crossed to a corner of the tablinum before he began to play. The young man seemed very talented on his lute and Lucia found herself wondering if he was just as talented sexually. If not, she always enjoyed taking a neophyte under her wing.


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Aemilia awoke, realizing just how uncomfortable she was. She could not believe that Troilus had her stolen from Quinn. Hopefully her Love would not think that she had run away. Run away slaves were considered a large problem here in Roma and slaves that repeatedly ran away were marked with a notice on their skin that they were to be returned to their masters.

She heard movement and tried to see who it was. She should have known. It was Troilus. He strode into view, completely naked, with his member trying to lead the way.

“Well, my beauty, you are finally awake. And now you are mine. Mine!” He climbed on the bed between her splayed legs. His hand reached out and stroked the skin of her inner thigh. “So soft,” he muttered under his breath.

“Those stupid lanistas would not let us touch you. Your skin is so soft. Soft and pretty. I asked Caesar to give you to me. You should have been mine. And now you are. I plan to fuck you as much as possible. Plant a child in that sweet cunt of yours. Make you my slave.”

Aemilia knew better than to let the man know that she already carried Quinn’s child.

Troilus plunged two fingers onto her sex, grinning. “Why, what a little slut you are. Already wet with desire for me!! Let me fulfill your dreams.” She turned her head looking at the walls of the room painted with couples in various sexual positions. A tawdry view.

He leaned over her, his hands sliding up her body until they reached her breast, massaging them and loving the feel of them. She could tell by the way that he gripped them that it would do no good to try to talk him out of it. All she could do would be to lie there, and hope that he would not hurt Quinn’s child growing within her.

“LOOK AT ME!” His voice was harsh and she knew that he meant what he said. She turned her head back to him, their faces mere inches apart.

A smile crossed his lips as she felt him thrust his manhood into her sex. A frown crossed her face. It was uncomfortable, not because of his size, and not because she was dry. But because it was Troilus instead of her true love. He grinned and grabbed hold of her chin, keeping her facing him.

His mouth came down hard on her mouth. A disgusting kiss. He kept pressing his tongue against her lips until he battered up against her teeth. She kept her teeth clenched as he continued to thrust his member into her sex. She wanted to fight back but all she could do was pull against the cord tying her wrists to the bed.

His fingers tightened on her jaw until she was forced to unclench her teeth, or have them broken. The instant that his way was clear he stuck his tongue into her mouth, sloppy and foul-tasting.

His hips pressed her down hard upon the bed, beginning to speed up to what she knew was his finale. He release her jaw and concentrated on raping her. He rested his body on his arms planted on either side of her, his grunts filling the air. From her came no sound and she fought hard to hold back the tears that she could feel were right beneath the surface.

With a squeal and a grunt, he pressed deep within her, dumping his seed. She could barely feel it. With Quinn, there was always a warmth blooming inside her. With Troilus, he was not even half of the man that Quinn was.

The man collapsed on top of her, his body sweaty and clammy. There was nothing she could do but lay there. She felt his member slip out and seed escape her sex and run towards her anus.

Finally he rolled off and cuddled beside her, as if they were lovers. His fingers caressed one of her nipples and he gave it a suck and a kiss.

“You will get used to here. This is my private villa. Even my wife does not come here. We don’t usually wear clothes here. All three of my servus sexus are expecting. And once I have planted a child within your belly, the you will not want to leave.”

He lay there against her, his hand roaming over her body, feeling her skin. It all made her sick to her stomach. She was so glad that she already carried Quinn’s child for the thought of carrying a child of Troilus made her want to scream.

Eventually he fell asleep, his body draped over hers. Her arms had fallen asleep. She prayed to Venus to lead her beloved Quinn to her. To find her. To rescue her. Finally the tears came. She was careful that they were silent for she did not want Troilus to know that what he had done affected her.

Finally she slept, and dreamed of her True Love.

 

[cumnchat]

"What music would you like my lady?" Jovian asked nervously of the woman who had suddenly appeared and was ordering everyone around as though she was the mistress of the house, he didn't know whether the Master had invited her or if she was now part of the household, perhaps he had wed her in secret.

"Can you play real lover's music? Not the soft, dreamy music of would-be lovers but the music that sets the pulse racing, gets the blood flowing, gets a man's cock rock hard and makes a woman wet and slippery,"

Lucia's description of the sort of music that she wanted was so graphic that Jovian found himself becoming aroused but he hid it as best he could with his lute. Lucia was swaying sensually in front of him and she suddenly asked him,

"Do you have a woman, Jovian?"

"Yes My Lady, we had a binding recently," Jovian wondered why he had told her that, she had a way of worming information of him without actually asking for it.

"Do you pleasure her often Jovian? Does she pleasure you?"

Jovian didn't answer that, he bent over his lute, concentrating on his notes.

"Nevermind, it will fade in time and when it does you can always come to me for comfort."

Lucia picked up a small bag and disappeared behind a curtain,

"I am just going to get ready to greet your master, he will need some comforting I'm sure."

A short while later she stepped out from behind the curtain and posed for an astounded Jovian.

Do you think he will like me? she asked with a smirk. Jovian heard the Master's footsteps approaching and mumbled,

"I have to go." Then he left by another door as Quinn entered.
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Troilus woke with his manhood as hard and erect as it had ever been, all night he had dreamt of Aemilia's soft, shapely body squirming underneath him as he fucked her, in his dream she had called out his name, pleading for more,

"Troilus, my love, fuck me again, please."

He rolled over so he was facing Aemilia,

"What is this, no morning kiss to greet your new master?" he sneered and grabbed a handful of fiery red hair and tilted her head back and planted his flabby wet lips on hers and forced his tongue into the soft wetness of her mouth, As was his wont he slobbered wetly on her lips and as he broke the kiss he was hit with a spray of saliva, instinctively he slapped her face twice, once one way then the other.

"Whores don't spit at me, I spit on them,"

Troilus spent the next hour caressing Aemilia's soft, shapely body, feeling the silky silkiness of her skin between her legs, ignoring her protests and when they became too tiresome he slapped her breasts or twisted her nipples.

"We will go to the baths where you can act as my servus sexus," He chuckled "OH I forgot you ARE my servus sexus."

Troilus was looking forward to this, maybe he would fuck her arse in the baths.

 

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Aemilia could not say that she slept well. Being tied up the way that she was, she found that eventually not only were her arms asleep, but now her legs had no feeling in them. This was the most uncomfortable and scared that she had ever been. The idea of having to spend the rest of her life with this maniac was frightening.

Troilus seemed ready for sex the instant that he awoke. That in itself was not unusual as Quinn too was ready for sex first thing upon waking up. If she were honest, she was not even sure as to whether it was day or night, as she was unsure as to just how long she had been unconscious. She was not even sure as to how long it had been since she was kidnapped. And from the way that this maniac had talked, she suspected that this villa was not even in Roma. It had to be near Roma but perhaps just outside the city? If that were the case, then how would Quinn ever find her?

She had been pulled out of her thoughts by him waking up and rolling over, smiling at her and squeezing her breast.

"What is this, no morning kiss to greet your new master?"

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her sloppily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The whole thing felt nasty and as soon as the kiss ended she took out her disgust by spitting back in his face.

“You are not my master. The Mighty Quinn is my Master!”

This earned her punishment. He sat up and proceeded to slap her twice. Her head whipped first one way and then the other, leaving her cheeks red and stinging.

"Whores don't spit at me, I spit on them,"

Then suddenly his attitude changed and he was infatuated with her body, stroking her skin and lightly pinching and tickling the skin between her legs while occasionally sticking his fingers up her sex before once again running his hands up and down the inside of her legs.

After a bit it began to be uncomfortable with her skin becoming irritated and she started to complain. Apparently after a while he got tired of her reminding him that she belonged to the Mighty Quinn. Suddenly he sat up and slapped her breast. That stung. The next time that she mentioned the Mighty Quinn, he twisted her nipples. That hurt and she decided to keep her mouth shut. She was afraid that he would wind up injuring the baby. Perhaps for the time being she should just suffer in silence.

"We will go to the baths where you can act as my servus sexus. OH I forgot you ARE my servus sexus."

He sat on top of her and untied her feet first. She tried to move her legs but there was no feeling in either one. He turned around and began to untie her hands.

“Troilus, you have kept me tied up for too long. Both of my arms and both of my legs have no feeling in them.”

“Then I shall carry you to the baths. And I know that you cannot run away from me. Beside, you have nothing and no one to run back to. Your almighty Quinn has taken a mistress and they are both very happy. From what I hear, they spend all day in bed fucking until screams fill the air.”

Her heart plummeted in her chest at his words. Was it Naomi, or was it Lucia? Both women wanted his body and would do anything to get it. Though Naomi could only be with him as a servus sexus, as least as long as Caesar was on campaigns. But Lucia? Lucia was a free citizen and could convince Quinn to marry her. And she had so hoped that when he took a spouse, it would be a woman worthy of him. Not the scheming double-crosser that Lucia was. Aemilia did not trust the woman one bit.

Eventually she was untied from the bed and Troilus proceeded to get off the bed and picked her up in his arms. He grinned down at her as he carried her through the villa. Both of them were totally naked and as they passed several slaves, none of them seemed shocked to see such a sight. She did notice several appreciative glances her way. Troilus grinned down at her.

“You have no need for clothes in this villa. So no need to show any embarrassment. After all, sex is your trade.” As he had carried her the feeling had begun to return to her extremities but she kept quiet.

Upon reaching his personal bathhouse, he set her down so that she could stand on her own two feet. She was apprehensive as the man had proven to be erratic and she was not quite sure what to expect. Looking back towards the door, she noticed that the way was blocked by a rather large slave wearing only a sublingacula. The man’s eyes never left her.

Troilus took her hand and pulled her down the steps into the water. She could see that resistance was futile, but she still didn’t have to like the idea.

“I love a good fucking while I bathe.” His hands grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him. She could feel his member sliding between legs even as she pushed both hands against his chest. “Don’t fight me, slave. I can make your life hell.”

Aemilia stopped, remembering that it was not all about her. She did have a child to think of. Troilus smiled. “That’s better.” He bent down and kissed her neck, which was much better than having him kiss her on the mouth. She felt his fingers dip into the crevice between the buttocks. He groaned as he stuck a finger into her anus.

“Your body was made for sex. I think that I’ll fuck your cunt and then I am having this hole.” He pushed his finger deeper into her anus. “Those lanistas would not let me fuck your arse. Well, it’s mine now and I’ll fuck you as much as I want. And you are going to let me. Or my slave there will be changing your mind. And I would hate to mar your beautiful skin.”

Aemilia was passive as Troilus backed her against the side of the bath and, taking hold of his member, pressed it into the space between her legs. As he began to fuck her, the water sloshed over the sides of the bath.

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“Oh Quinn, you poor thing. Not even a free citizen for a year and already you have had a slave run.” Lucia crossed to this handsome man. By Jupiter, she so wanted him. She was well aware that the garment that she had slipped into left nothing to the imagination. In fact, she would have been happy if the man had taken her right then and there.

She could see his eyes taking in her nude body revealed to him. That poor young musician had run from the room as if he were on fire. And perhaps he was.

Lucia rubbed her body against his. Already she detected that his member was rising to the occasion. Inwardly she smiled.

“Oh, my Quinn. My dear, my Quinn. I am here for you. I will take care of your needs. Use my body to give you relief.” She took his hand and placed it on her breast. “Run away slaves is a problem that we all suffer from here in Roma. In the meantime, I am here for you.” She leaned in to him, rubbing her body against his in an attempt to enflame his libido.

After all, he was a man. And she was a fairly nude woman.

 

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The household staff at Troilus's villa were used to seeing him prowling around, naked, with partially dressed or naked women being taken to the bathhouse or his bedroom, on the rare occasions when there was no woman with him he was just as likely to sling one of the passing female slaves over his shoulder and perhaps just fuck her on the spot or carry her to his bedroom from which she would emerge a couple of hours later, battered and bruised, with her arse or sex feeling sore. So it was that no one took any notice of Troilus or Aemilia as he carried her slung over his shoulder, to the bathhouse.

Troilus set her down now that she had feeling back in her legs and could stand, and took her hand and pulled her down the few steps into the water then he pulled her into his arms, wanting to feel the silky softness of her skin against him and he murmured,

“I love a good fucking while I bathe.” His hands grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him, his erection sliding between her legs, he slobbered kisses on her neck showing her his passion for her, hoping for some positive response, instead, she pushed him away.

“Don’t fight me, slave. I can make your life hell.”

Aemilia stopped. Troilus smiled. “That’s better.” He bent down and kissed her neck, his fingers dipped into the crevice between her buttocks. He groaned as he stuck a finger into her anus.

“Your body was made for sex. I think that I’ll fuck your cunt and then I am having this hole.” He pushed his finger deeper into her anus. “Those lanistas would not let me fuck your arse. Well, it’s mine now and I’ll fuck you as much as I want. And you are going to let me. Or my slave there will be changing your mind. And I would hate to mar your beautiful skin.”

He pressed her against the edge of the bath and slid his engorged cock into Aemilia’s passive sex, she was so passive that he might as well have been fucking a sponge loofah.

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Quinn was speechless when he arrived home from his search for Amilia to find Lucia in his bedroom almost naked and seemingly intent on seducing him.

"Oh Quinn, you poor thing. Not even a free citizen for a year and already you have had a slave run.” This only confirmed what he had already worked out, how did Lucia know that Aemilia had disappeared and the rumour circulated that she was a runaway? The only possible explanation was that Lucia was in cahoots with someone else who had arranged the abduction, that person being Troilus or at least the head suspect.

Lucia was dressed for seduction and even though Aemilia was missing Quinn, couldn't help his sexual urges when Lucia moved closer to him whispering in a husky voice how she would take care of him,

"Oh, my Quinn. My dear, my Quinn. I am here for you. I will take care of your needs. Use my body to give you relief.. Runaway slaves is a problem that we all suffer from here in Roma. In the meantime, I am here for you.”

Lucia slid her half-naked body onto Quinn's lap and lifted his hand to cup her warm, soft breast, she moved around on his lap so their bodies rubbed against each other and she positioned her buttocks so that his engorged manhood slid into the cleft between her cheeks and the tip was poised at the puckered entrance to her anus.

Quinn tried to dissuade her from going any further, telling her that her reputation would be ruined if she continued. Lucia threw her head back and laughed derisorily.

" MY REPUTATION? Who gives a fig about good reputations? It's only the bad, scandalous reputations that people remember and talk about, I want to be talked about and remembered the same as the likes of Messalina, Julia the Elder and of course, Cleopatra, Now Messalina is one that I would love to upstage, twenty-five men in twenty-four hours? That's child's play"

Having stated her intentions Lucia lay back on Quin's broad chest and wriggled his manhood into her anus, letting her legs fall on either side of his muscular thighs so she could reach down and run her fingers through the thick bush that guarded her clit.

It was more than Quinn could stand and although know it was wrong he gave Lucia's anus a hard pounding which she wasn't shy about hiding with loud screams and exhortations to fuck her arse harder.

SCANDALOUS WOMEN OF ROME:- https://blogs.transparent.com/latin/the-top-ten-scandalous-women-of-ancient-rome-part-ii/

 

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With her bare backside up against the smooth tile, Aemilia’s body moved up and down as Troilus used her. As to her reaction to it, she had none. She was basically a hole to fuck.

After a minute or two, Troilus became irritated with her and pulled out. She stood there and she could see his engorged manhood just under the water. The look on his face was one of anger and irritation.

His hand came up and before she had time to register it, Troilus backhanded her. Her eyes were wide with shock as her head whipped to one side, the taste of blood suddenly on her tongue. She reached a hand to her mouth and found blood on her fingertips. She felt a trickle of it run from the corner of her mouth.

The look in Troilus’ eyes scared her. He could kill her and no one would ever find her.

“Whore, I told you that there would be hell to pay. I know that you were trained by the lanistas as to how to behaved while you are being fucked. By the gods, you had best straighten up as show some enthusiasm and pleasure while I fuck you. Or I will give you to Nerva. You know, Nerva means strength. And he will fuck you harder than you ever thought possible. The last slave that I gave him to punish, she died while he fucked her. What a death it was. We all sat around and watched it. Maybe this should be the new sport for the Colosseum - Death by Sex.”

Aemilia stood there, listening. Her heart was pounding in her breast and she was truly afraid. She could only pray that should Quinn ever find and rescue her, he would understand that she did this only to save his child. For she felt only absolute disgust for Troilus.

Contritely she nodded her head and attempted a smile at him. That seemed to please the madman.

“There, now, that is better.” Then to her shock he leaned in to her and licked the blood that ran from the corner of her mouth. “Now, let’s do this again.”

Taking hold of his manhood, he leaned in to her and rammed his manhood into her sex. It became up to Aemilia to use everything that she had been trained to do to please Troilus. Deep down inside she was disgusted with the man and everything that she had to do. But she had no say in any of this. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned and groaned and pretended to reach some kind of climax around the same time that he did.

With grunts and groans, Troilus leaned into her as he dumped his seed into her sex. He rested against her, her body wedged between the man and the tiled side of the bath and his face resting in the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She happened to glance over at the hulking slave standing at the door. She could see his massive manhood pressing against his subligaculum and she decided that it would be easier to please Troilus than to try to please this Nerva.

Still joined to her, Troilus suddenly lifted his head and grabbed her flame red hair with his wet hand. Pulling her head back, his lips were suddenly on her, sloppily kissing her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she pretended to be enamored with this lunatic. Through all of this her mouth was already sore from where he had hit her and she did her best to not show the pain.

“I knew that you would love me. I will fill you with my beautiful babies. As long as you stay here my wife will not bother you.”

She just stood there and smiled at him as he pulled out. She felt some of his seed leak from her sex and run into the bath waters. For the next period of time, Aemilia did the job that she had been trained to do. She washed Troilus, and found that his personal grooming was a lot more lax than Quinn’s.

After a while, they climbed out of the water and she prepared to oil and use the strigil on him but before she could, he ordered her instead to lean over the table. She knew what was coming as he oiled up his penis. Her training took over as she worked to relax her body.

His fingers parted her buttocks and he stuck an oily finger in her anus before he removed to. Then she felt his member push its way in. Soon he had set up a rhythm as he proceeded to use her anus, pulling on her long hair as if she were the reins of his horse.

After he had filled her once more with his seed, he allowed her to clean herself before he took her hand and led her through his villa to his triclinium. There a grand banquet was laid out.

If she were truthful, she really was not hungry. In fact, she felt a bit nauseous. She suspected that it was the baby though she really did not want him to know yet that she was expecting. But the man was too busy stuffing his face to notice anything other than the food in front of him.

He glanced at her. She could feel that her mouth was swollen where he had backhanded her. “That bruise that I gave you does mar your beauty a bit but your swollen mouth will remind you to obey me.” He reached out and pressed his thumb against the corner of her mouth. She winced and gave a whimper, making Troilus smile.

She and Troilus sat there, totally naked while he ran the Emperor down, belittling the man for stealing Lucia’s servus sexus, for going on campaign, for not knowing how he, Troilus, was stealing from him, and so much more.


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“I can not believe that while Aemilia is missing, he is having sex with that woman that probably had something to do with it.”

Decima lay in Jovian’s arms as he tried to calm her.

“And she can not have you! You and I have a binding!” She spoke in terse whispers but all evening the slaves had heard the sounds of sex coming from the Master’s room. The woman had moved in, or at least she acted as if she had, much to the chagrin of the entire household. With the exception of one person.

Selina seemed to gloat as she stopped doing her job. It suddenly fell to Helena to do the laundry while Selina sat around and talked about how she now would be treated the way that she should have been treated instead of making her wash everyone’s dirty laundry.

“I happen to know for a fact that Aemilia did not run away.” Decima whispered.

“How do you know? Selina claims that Aemilia came to her and asked about the best way to do it.” Jovian whispered back.

“I know. I cannot tell for I took an oath to keep the secret for now.” Decima was silent, thinking over how she had promised Aemilia to keep that secret. And then she remembered Jovian telling her about how that woman had practically intimated that she wanted to have sex with him. The sounds of sex coming from the Master’s chambers all afternoon and in to the evening, Selina refusing to do her work and sitting around boasting about the new mistress of the house and how she would be given any of their jobs , if she even wanted to work at all. All of this added up to something.

“Where are you going?” Jovian looked a bit unhappy when she stood up and slipped her tunic back on.

“Maybe I am going to right a wrong.”

Quietly she hurried along the hall, heading for the slave’s quarters. She was thankful that she met no one as the entire household seemed to be asleep.

Reaching Aemilia’s room, she quietly entered, pulling the curtain closed behind her. She quickly crossed to the place where she had seen the bowl. And panicked. The bowl was not there. Where was it? She began a somewhat frantic search until she found it where Aemilia had hidden it. With the towel over it. She saw those seed growing there in the dark and made her mind up right then and there that she had to show the Master the truth. She had to make him see it.

She recovered the bowl and put it back in its hiding place before stepping back out in the dark. It was a quick walk to the Master’s chambers. Taking a deep breath, she began pounding on the wall and calling out.

“Master! Master! You are needed!”

She heard a stirring inside and a female voice mumbling, “oh, do shut them up.” But just as quickly, the Master was there, his tunic thrown over him and his hair disheveled.

“Hurry! Follow me!” She almost ran through the halls with the Master following close behind. Something told her that it was important that they not tarry. As they reached Aemilia’s room, they could hear rustling behind the curtain, along with a woman cursing. “What was she looking for? What!”

The Master pulled back the curtain and found Selina searching through the room. Luckily she had not made it to where the bowl was hidden.

“I….I w…w…was uh just …well, I thought that, I mean, I was hoping that this could be my room.”

After the Master had sent Selina on her way, he turned to her with a questioning look.

Taking a deep breath, Decima began.

“Aemilia never ran away. She had no need to. She loves you. She had just discovered that she was all out of her personal scent and she wanted to please you when she told you.”

Picking up the bowl, she pulled back the rag and saw him looking in.

“She is carrying your child.”

 

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What it was about Lucia that had him finishing in bed with her almost every time they met, Quinn had no idea, but even though he didn't like the woman when it came to sex he was a puppet in her hands, so here he was thrusting his sword into her steamy sex yet again.

"FUCK, FUCK, HARDER DAMN YOU QUINN," Her exhortations could be heard throughout the villa he had no doubt, she was on her hands and knees with her hand between her legs guiding his manhood to her puckered anus.

"I'M DONE, LUCIA, I HAVE NO MORE TO GIVE YOU."

"DONE? Not if I have anything to say about it, you have only fucked me three times since I arrived, You cannot carry on thinking about that faithless whore, Aemilia. I warned you about her."

"Yes three times more than I should have done, I should be out looking for her, she has not run away, she has been taken, and I think we both know who by."

KNOCK,,,,KNOCK,,,KNOCK,,,, KNOCK

"Master! Master! You are needed!”

"Oh, do shut them up." Lucia's irritated voice could be heard mumbling but Quinn threw on his tunic and answered

"What is it Decima?"

“Hurry! Follow me!”

Quinn followed Decima blindly then they were outside Aemilia's room. As they reached Aemilia’s room, they heard rustling behind the curtain and a woman cursing. “What was she looking for? What!”

Quinn pulled the curtain aside to find Selina searching for something,

"What are you looking for Selina? you shouldn't be in here."

“I….I w…w…was uh just …well, I thought that I mean, I was hoping that this could be my room.”

Quinn sent Selina on her way, he turned to Decima with a questioning look.

Taking a deep breath, Decima began.

“Aemilia never ran away. She had no need to. She loves you. She had just discovered that she was all out of her personal scent and she wanted to please you when she told you.”

Decima picked up the bowl containing the sprouting barley seeds, she pulled back the rag and saw him look in.

“She is carrying your child.”

Quinn was astounded and all he could do was smile a wide smile and embrace Decima and they jumped up and down together in delight. When they had calmed down Quinn asked Decima,

"What do you think Selina was looking for?"

"I don't think she knew herself but if she had found that," she indicated the bowl of seeds, "They would not be here now, that woman knows a lot more than she's saying,"

"Selina is due for a tough interrogation thanks to you Decima."

On his way back to his quarters he considered how he was going to get rid of Lucia and he was supposed to service Naomi tomorrow.

 

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Eventually they ended up again in bed, with him once more having sex with her. At least two more times he would delve between her legs, thrusting his member into her and depositing his seed, probably in the hopes of getting her with child.

She had no idea if this was his room, or just a room. But it was a different room than the one that he had used her in before. Eventually he ran out of energy and fell asleep on top of her. And she felt as if she had just fallen asleep when there was a pounding outside the room. Someone was calling out to Troilus and she shoved him until finally the man woke up.

“What?” He yelled out and a slave entered.

“What do you want?”

“Your wife sent me. Fausta had her baby. It was a girl.” Troilus groaned.

“You woke me up to tell me that?”

“The mistress is not happy that you send all of your expecting slaves to her to take care of. She has been very unhappy.”

“Did she beat you?”

The man nodded as he spoke. “Yes, master.”

Troilus was getting irritated. “Fine! Tell her to sell the two oldest of the slave’s children. They do nothing but eat anyway. They cost me money. Now leave!” And with that Troilus waved his hand before rolling over and going back to sleep. The slave bowed and quickly took his leave, but not before casting an appreciative eye in Aemilia’s direction. The slave smiled at her and then quickly left.

Troilus went back to sleep, his arm across her body. She laid there, unable to get back to sleep. He was going to sell those two little children without a care in the world, just like her brothers had been sold. Would her own child wind up being sold?

She said another prayer to the goddess Venus to lead Quinn to find her. To lead her true love to rescue her from this madman.

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When she awoke, she assumed that it was the next morning. Once more there was a slave pounding on the wall demanding that Troilus wake up. Troilus rolled over and stuck his fingers up her sex. She was not quite ready for that and was not as wet as he liked it.

“Tis a pity!” He frowned as he pulled his fingers out and gave them a sniff. “Do try to do better. I usually love a good fuck first thing in the morning.” Through all of this the pounding continued.

Finally, apparently Troilus decided to answer whoever it was.

“What do you want!” He yelled out and she was surprised when two men burst into the room. They looked vaguely familiar though she could not place from where.

“We want our money. We did everything you hired us to do, including delivering the message to Her.”

One of the men was staring at her as she lay nude on the bed. She attempted to cover herself.

“If I had realized just what a gem was hidden under that tunic, we would have kept her for ourselves.” It was then that Aemilia realized that these two were the ones responsible for her being here.

“Get out and wait in the garden. You will get your payment.”

The two finally left and Troilus got up and crossed to the doorway, leaning out and calling for that huge slave that she had seen yesterday.

In a short time, Nerva was filling the doorway. Looking at him, she was unsure as to just which was the larger, body wise. Quinn or Nerva. She suspected that Nerva might be larger. As to mentality? The award would definitely go to Quinn.

“Those two idiots think that I am going to pay them.” Troilus gave a chuckle. “I expect you to get rid of them. You should be able to beat those two so that they understand that they won’t be getting any more money from me. I have to go to Roma and take care of business. Damn Caesar! He expects me to do his job while he plays war. But I shall return tonight. I expect you to watch after my possessions.”

On the word “possessions”, Troilus reached out a hand and squeezed her breast.

“And that means hands off! Oh, and call my litter and have them ready to take me to the palace.”

Once they were alone, Troilus quickly dressed. Aemilia was relieved that she would be left alone for the majority of the day. She really did not feel that good and was sure that it was the baby causing it. She was trying to keep that secret as long as possible.

“Just take it easy. When I return tonight then I will need a good fucking. And I will expect you to take care of me.”

Once he was gone, Aemilia breathed a sigh of relief. Then she quietly began to cry.

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His eye was swollen shut. It was hard walking a straight line and keeping a rag over it. At least the bleeding was slowing down.

Behind him the other man struggled to keep up with his compatriot. Breathing was difficult as his nose was most certainly broken, and he suspected that he also might have a couple of broken fingers. Both men were bloody and bruised and covered with scratches. And they both walked with limps, with the first man periodically stopping to moan and groan.

“It will be easy money, you said. Just grab a woman and deliver her.”

“I tink ‘e broke my nose. It’s broke!”

The first man looked at his partner and grimaced. His friend’s nose was obviously broken, making a sharp angle towards the right side of his face. They would both need to find a healer once they reached Roma.

“I’m going to make him pay for this. That man will regret doing this.”

“I want to make that big brute pay for what he did to my nose.”

 

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Quinn had never known joy like it since his son Alfred was born, Aemilia, his love, was with child. The only fly in the ointment was the fact that Aemilia was missing, almost certainly abducted by Troilus. But it was quite possible that Selina, the washerwoman, knew something, she had started the rumour that Aemilia had run away, possibly to throw him off the scent but who would have told her to do that? He began to suspect that there was more to this than the abduction of Aemilia.

He instructed Jovian to tell Selina that her presence was required in the triclinium immediately.

Selina's eyes were redrimmed from crying when she presented herself to Quinn,

"Why were you in Aemilia's room, you said something about you having it, who told you that? Only someone with authority could give you that room, I didn't, so who did?"

"Don't be angry wiv me Master, I only want to better myself,"

Quinn tried the softly, softly approach and asked her again in a softer tone.

"Only someone with authority could give you that room, I didn't, so who did?"

"She said maybe, she said she would talk to you about it"

Who is this 'she', do I know her?"

"Yes My Lord, you do, it was Lady Lucia."

"And when did you speak to her about this?"

"Just a few days ago My Lord, I didn't know she was going to run away though."

"Aemilia has not run away, she has been abducted, with your help it would appear, you knew this was going to happen and yet you said nothing, if you don't want to be given to the prisoners in the city's jail tell me all you know, the prisoners don't care what a woman looks like so long as she has a pair of tits and two holes between her legs."

Selina could see that Quinn meant every word and she poured her heart out, every detail she could remember,

"Go back to your quarters Selina and ponder on what I might consider a fair punishment for your betrayal,"

Quinn strode purposefully back to his bedroom and tore the curtain back, Lucia lay naked on the bed with her legs wide apart,

"About time lover I was beginning to think you had found someone else."

"The game is over Lucia, get dressed, pack your belongings and go back to your home, if you have any sense you will tell me where to find Aemilia before you go."

 

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Aemilia was thankful for the brief period of time that she had away from Troilus. She must have slept for several hours which helped to sooth her stomach. Eventually she was awakened by a female slave who had apparently brought her something to eat. Aemilia hurriedly attempted to cover up her nude body with the bedding. The young woman smiled hesitantly and Aemilia smiled back. The slave placed the tray of sweet meats and spoke.

“I am Paula. If there is anything that you need, you can ask me.”

“Hello Paula. I am Aemilia. Thank you for the food.”

Looking around before she spoke, Paula spoke in cautious whispers. “Is it true that the master had you stolen from your household?”

Aemilia nodded. Paula placed her hand on Aemilia’s arm. “I am so sorry.” She tilted her head looking at Aemilia. “You are different from the usual servus sexus that the master brings here. You have a presence.”

“Thank you. And thank you for the food though I am not really that hungry.”

“I am expecting a child too.”

Aemilia’s heart began pounding in her chest though she fought hard to keep her face neutral. “You must be mistaken.”

Paula pressed her hand against her own belly and it was then that Aemilia could see the small swell of the slave’s belly underneath her tunic.

“The master raped me. Several times. I was a virgin when he did. I begged him not to, but he merely laughed and then did it. Kept me in his room all day repeatedly using me and laughing, claiming that he would put a baby in my belly. Any time that his servus sexus was unavailable he would grab me and use me.”

Paula motioned to Aemilia. “So I know the early signs of pregnancy. And it is not the master’s child, is it?”

Aemilia leaned forward. “Please, I beg of you, you must keep it a secret.”

“Your master’s child?”

Aemilia nodded. Paula hugged her. “It is a secret.” Paula reached over to the platter and began eating the delicacies of the tray. “I am hungry and I would never be allowed to eat such things. I’ll eat them and when it is seen that there is missing food, they will think that you ate them.”

Within such a short time, the two became friends. Paula promised to try her best to help get word to Aemilia’s master but she doubted if she could. She too was not allowed to leave the villa though she at least could wear clothes.

“But I will need his name.”

“The Mighty Quinn.”

“That is his name?”

“So ordered by Emperor Caesar.”

Paula’s eyes grew wide. “My master is pushing the grace of the gods!”

Suddenly the curtain was thrown open and Nerva stood there glowering. He was suspicious as he had not been able to overhear any of the conversations between the two women.

“What goes on in here?”

Paula managed to keep her calm. She too had seen the slave die while being fucked by the huge man and it scared her.

“As ordered by the master, I have provided food for his servus sexus. She was nervous and I have been assuring her that she will be happy here.” Aemilia nodded.

“Fine! But hurry up and then get back to your other duties. Just because you carry a child, do not think that means that you would not be punished. I know how to lay on the stripes without you losing the babe.”

Paula paled and Aemilua pet the woman’s hand and thanked her again for the food. Paula nodded and hurried out of the room. Nerva waited until the woman left before he stepped back out and closed the curtain, leaving Aemilia once more alone.

She had no idea how much more time she had left before the madman returned and she would have to pretend that she wanted to be with him. With her hand carefully feeling of her belly, the swell was so tiny that only her or Quinn would notice the change, and then only if you knew that she carried. Otherwise, it would not be noted. She just hoped that for a bit longer she could keep this from the rest of the household here. She felt that she could trust Paula. She hoped that she was correct.

 

[cumnchat]

Although Quinn could not refuse the task of servicing Naomi as the self-styled Princess Atoomo, he was determined that he would not blindly do her bidding, so he delayed going to the palace as long as he could by calling at his gladiator school and the stone mason's to arrange for the work to be carried out on the slaves' beds before making his way to the palace, He had avoided touching Lucia when he woke by slipping quietly out of bed without waking her and leaving the villa just as dawn was breaking

The palace guards were expecting him and escorted him to the Emperor's bedroom, taking a deep breath he pulled the curtain aside. The sight that greeted him took his breath away and he felt the stirrings of lust growing, Naomi sat on her knees on the bed, Naked, her breasts full and shapely with hard, pointed, almost black, nipples,




Naomi looked disdainfully at him and snapped,

“You’re late, I wanted you here for breakfast so we could have the whole day fucking, I hope you didn’t fuck that red-haired whore of yours before you came here.”

Quinn replied evenly although he was seething inside at Aemilia being referred to as a whore, mentally he crossed her off his list of suspects for the abduction of Aemilia, she didn’t know that she had gone and he wasn’t going to tell her.

“I have a life to lead besides attending to your carnal needs, and no, I did not see my servus sexus this morning”

“Well, that is something in your favour, you have come fully loaded, now I want it rough today, as rough as you dare, I will reply in kind, so be careful.”

Quinn grinned, Naomi had just given him permission to do what he felt like doing,

He stripped off his tunic and kicked off his sandals and approached the bed where Naomi sat, her little pink tongue peeking between her plump seductive lips and her eyes full of expectant excitement.

Quinn stood near to her just casting his eyes over her flawless, ebony body.

Like a striking snake, his hand whipped out and slapped her face and then the other way,

Through gritted teeth, he growled menacingly.

“You dared me, that was foolish, you have no idea what I could do to you, you would wish you were dead. On your knees whore, you are no more a princess than I am the Emperor, you have fooled the Emperor with your body but apart from that you are nothing, beauty is also on the inside, you do not have true beauty.”

Naomi looked up fearfully at Quinn, her face stung where Quinn had slapped her and now she was preparing for the cane across her buttocks. Quinn climbed up on the bed and knelt behind Naomi and with both hands parted her cheeks and without warning rammed himself fully home, Naomi squealed first then screamed,

“Are you really a princess, I’ll fuck you until you tell me the truth.” Quinn pounded her, a determined look on his face, several minutes passed with Naomi screaming as every thrust into her anus caused excruciating pain then once more Quinn asked the question

“NO, NO. I am,,,,, was a water carrier for my village then the Romans came and took me away, I tried to fool Caesar to get an easy life but I need a man to fuck me every day, it doesn’t matter who”

Quinn ceased his anal fucking and cuddled Naomi, “It’s all over now, you will have to find your own man. There are some good men out there, Try explaining to Caesar when he returns. You won’t see me again. Goodbye, Naomi.”

 

[Opensesame54321]

“You are just not happy because you have to do work now that Caesar is on campaign.” Philo stared at Troilus, a satirical look on his face. “Or could it be that you are not receiving enough sex. I have heard that your third servus sexus now resides with your wife because she is expecting, and that another one gave birth to a baby. Are you single-handedly attempting to populate Roma?”

For a moment Troilus panicked. “How did you hear of that?”

“My spouse heard it at the baths. She refuses to use the one in the villa. Claims that she keeps up to date better at the public bathhouses.”

Troilus turned and crossed the room, trying to pull his thoughts together. No one must know about Aemilia. He would have her killed first before letting Caesar or the rest of the palace staff, or even Quinn know that he had her.

He didn’t realize that he had been mumbling to himself until Philo spoke. “What did you say?” Troilus just waved his hand indicating that it was nothing. “By the gods, Troilus, perhaps you need to visit the slave market and purchase another one. You seem to be a bit distracted.”

Troilus forced a smile on his face. “Yes, though I suspect that my wife might not be pleased.”

“Then, for the sake of the gods, use your wife.”

“Ye gods, have you seen the women? By Jupiter, I must have been drunk on wine when I married her.” He and Philo had a good laugh at that comment before their talk returned to the business at hand.

Once the meeting was ended, Troilus went in search of Cato. Walking the halls of the palace, he turned a corner and suddenly panicked. Hurriedly he ducked back around the corner. There was Quinn leaving a room. Troilus’ saving grace was that the man’s back was to him and he never saw Troilus.

What was that man doing here, moving around as if he were Emperor himself? Troilus stayed hidden for a minute, waiting to see if he returned. When he did not come back, Troilus took the chance to snoop. He just had to know what Quinn was doing here.

The door opened quietly as he walked into the room. Everywhere were draped curtains and soft pillows. And sitting in the center of all this luxury was Caesar’s new servus sexus that they had seen from a distance.

Quinn was using this woman? Maybe the man didn’t even miss Aemilia. That was just fine with him.

This was the closest that he had been to this slave that he had heard about. And she was a beauty. He could feel his manhood starting to show life beneath his toga. She turned and looked at him and he felt his stomach lurch. No wonder Caesar wanted her.

“What is your name, and why do you enter my chambers. I could have you torn apart by the lions.”

“Troilus.” He smiled at her. “ You look as if you need some company. What is your name?”

There was a bit of hesitation on her part before she told him. “I am… Naomi.” She smiled and leaned towards him, her nude body on full display. “Are you here to provide company for me?”

Troilus smiled back to her, stepping towards her. He reached out a hand and cupped the ebony breast with its darker nipple. “I can provide you company.”


———

It was several hours later before Troilus was once again in the halls of the palace. And there was a definite spring in his step as he went looking for Cato.

 

[cumnchat]

"I've been thinking Siltius," Fulma broke the silence as the pair of roguish plebs trudged slowly back to Rome,


just as penniless as when they delivered the red-haired beauty to the out-of-the-way villa. They were a sorry-looking pair, Fulma with his broken nose and pronounced limp, and Siltius's bruised cheeks and sore ribs, most likely cracked.

"You'd best be careful Fulma, it was your idea that got us into this."

"No, listen to me Siltius, That cheating bastard who wouldn't pay us was offering a tidy sum for the woman and now we can see why, How much do you think her owner might pay to get her back?"

"You're crazy, how are we going to get her back? Say please?"

“No, you idiot, we do this cleverly, first we have to disable that brute who beat us up then we grab the woman and take her back to her owner, he’s going to be overjoyed and pay us whatever we ask, there, how’s that for a plan?”

“Rubbish! For a start we don’t know who she belongs to, second, how do we know he wants her back, third, if he does, we want paying in advance and he’ll want to know if we know where she is, proof or something.”

Fulma chuckled and showed Siltius a gold bracelet,

“Good job I stole this off her when we ambushed her, we show this to her master and he’ll know we have seen her. We ask around the market if anyone has been asking about a missing slave, and then we go and speak to him.”

“We’ll need some chains and manacles for the bodyguard, if he gets loose I’m out of there, let’s get started.”

The two plebs circulated around the market, asking first at the herb stall where Aemilia bought her herbs and oil. Next was finding some rusty chains and manacles behind the slave auction block.

Their next call was to be at the villa of some free man named The Mighty Quinn, the name didn’t immediately chime with Fulma although the name sounded familiar.

“I think we had best leave that until the morning, don’t you?”

 

[Opensesame54321]

Julie was getting more and more irritated. She had been working hard to try to please that woman but apparently nothing satisfied her. She heard a crash and a scream and bit her lip to keep from saying just what was on her mind.

Through the doorway hurried Faye, her face red and the young woman was out of breath.

“Are you all right?” Julie glanced at Faye as her fingers continued working.

“Her Highness is not happy!”

“Her Highness?”

“That was one of the options that she gave me. Either Mistress or Highness.” Julie paused and looked at Faye and the woman nodded an affirmation. “That is the truth. She also said something about whipping the slaves into shape. And she meant actual whipping.” Faye looked worried.

“What was the crash?”

“She threw a vase at me. Oh, don’t worry. She missed me. I don’t know why the Master chose her, but if they are to be joined in marriage, then our days here will probably be tougher.”

“Shhhhhh!” Julie looked around worried that someone might overhear the young woman.

“I know. I know.” Julie sighed. “The house seemed to fall apart when Aemilia disappeared. And the Master seems to have accepted it and moved on.” Julie nodded in agreement. “Julie, I miss that woman so.”

“I do too. But we have no say in all of….”

“SLAVE!!!! WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE IS MY FOOD AND WINE? ARE YOU ALL COMPLETE IMBECILES?”

Julie did not have a chance to complete her thought as Lucia’s strident voice seemed to fill the villa. The woman had not been happy that the Master was out of his bed and gone from the villa when she awoke. And she did not like the fact that none of the slaves knew where he was or when he planned to return.

The cook handed the food platter to Faye. “I know not where Decima has run off to. Could you deliver this to Her Highness before you take her wine to her. The Master is going to have to approve of the increase wine purchases.

“SLAVE!!!!”

Faye grabbed the tray and rushed out of the culina. Julie paused for a minute, trying to catch her breath. A short time later, Decima rushed in.

“I am sorry. I had to relieve myself.”

“Get busy cutting the doves and pigeons. That is what she is wanting the evening meal. And she complained that the meat has not been cut into small enough pieces.”

Decima rolled her eyes as she began to cut up the meat. Aesop stuck his head in the room and asked “has the Master returned?”

“Not that we know.”

And then the man was gone leaving the women wondering what was happening now.

——-

Lucia lay on the bed, the breeze from the open window cooling off her warm skin. All day she had craved Quinn and his manhood. She needed it. And the man had the gall to go sneaking off before she had awakened this morning. She was going to have to train him that she came first in this house.

And the slaves that he had were horrible. They seemed to not know just how to do their jobs. She needed to bring Brutus over here. The man would soon have these slaves behaving. Have him take his whip to a couple of these lazy slaves, that would soon have them jumping when she called. Too bad that Brutus could not whip Quinn. It would teach him that she came first.

She was glad that his servus sexus was gone. She could tell when she had talked to the slave that time right after Caesar had fucked the young thing. She could tell by the way that the woman spoke that she was in love with Quinn. And she could tell that Quinn was in love with his slave, even if the man couldn’t see it himself. The way that he had rushed out to check on her after Caesar had returned to the triclinium after fucking the slave. But now that the servus sexus was gone, Quinn could now devote his time and money to her. And his cock. Thank the gods for a well hung man.

She bit into the honeyed purple carrots. This was much better than what they had tried to feed her before. Where in the hell was Quinn? He had best not do this to her again.

And where was that cute musician? Maybe she could order him to fuck her until Quinn returned.

Her fingers were sticky from the carrots and she needed a slave to wash her hands.

“SLAVE!! WHERE ARE YOU? GET IN HERE IMMEDIATELY!!

 

[cumnchat]

"Quinn decided that the best way to keep out of Lucia's clutches was to stay away from his villa as long as possible so he spent the rest of the day expending ll his energy and pen up anger at the gladiator school, driving the various pupils hard trying to improve their fitness with punishing exercise routines. Being a leader by nature he wouldn't ask any of them to do anything he couldn't or couldn't do himself, consequently by the end of the day he was dirty and sweaty, his body glistening with sweat, he couldn't help thinking how good it would be to return home and bathe with Aemilia washing him all over, but she was gone, l he had to look forward to was Lucia carping t him to go to bed, the blasted woman was insatiable.

He was about to leave when he was approached by two rough-looking plebs one with a recently broken nose and the other, nursing what could be bruised or broken ribs.

"Are you The Mighty Quinn?" asked the one with a broken nose.

"I am, who are you? The school is closed for the day,"

"Our names don't matter do they, Siltius? We can do you a big favour for the right price,"

"Aye that we can, Fulma," Neither realising that they had both given their names away.

"What is this BIG FAVOUR you can do for me, then, tidy up the scuff marks in my arena?"

Under normal circumstances, they would have snatched at the opportunity to earn a few sesterces for such an easy task but they had grander things on their mind. Fulmar held out his hand and in the palm lay a delicate gold bracelet.
Quinn stared at the bracelet for a moment then grabbed Fulmar by the neck,




“Where did you get this? You better tell me before I break your neck.”

“W,,,,we,,,,,, just want to return it to its rightful owner or rather return the wearer of this bracelet to her rightful master, we can do that with the right incentive” Fulmar stammered,

“Pay us one thousand sesterces and we’ll deliver her to your villa early tomorrow morning, payment in advance please Sir” Siltius spoke up, keeping well out of Quinn’s reach.

“I don’t have that much coin with me, you’ll have to trust me, and you should have asked five thousand sesterces, I would have gladly paid that much, she must be unharmed.”

“We can’t guarantee her being unharmed Sir, the man who wanted her didn’t look the sort to treat women nice.”

“So you stole her in the first place, why do you want to steal her back?”

“He refused to pay us, Sir, he’s not trustworthy like you Sir, that’s you Sir, kind and trustworthy,”

Fulmar grovelled as Quinn let him go,

“Very well, meet me outside my villa as the cock crows tomorrow, and if you have what I want I’ll pay you two thousand sesterces.”

Quinn watched them slink off hoping that they were telling the truth, but then they had the bracelet that he had given
Aemilia. The morning would tell, for now, he had to keep out of Lucia’s way.

When he reached his villa he assumed that Lucia would be waiting in his bed so he, instead, washed himself in Aemilia’s room and curled up on her straw mattress with one of her tunics held to his face, inhaling her scent.

 

[Opensesame54321]

It was too much to hope that Troilus would not return. The man came striding in as if he owned the world. Smiling at her, he crossed to the bed and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. He jerked her head back and as she cried out in pain, his mouth covered her in an attempt to kiss her. The kiss was too wet and sloppy and she had the feeling of kissing a sponge that had just been dipped in a container of water. His tongue plundered her mouth and despite being disgusted, she pretended to be enamored with him. Her mouth was still swollen and very sore from where he had struck her, and since she had no mirrored surface, she could not see the fact that there was a large black bruise covering her jaw and mouth and cheek area.

Once the kiss ended, he stood up but kept her head pulled back looking up at him. He turned her head so that he could see the bruise better.

“Tis a shame that where I hit you had to mar your beauty, but it should eventually fade. It is a reminder to you not to fight me. I always get what I want. That is why you are here instead of still with that stupid Quinn.” He pause a moment - probably for dramatic effect. “I saw him today.”

He must have noted the spark of desire in her eyes and looked forward to snuffing it out.

“Your old master has moved on. Lucia has moved in with him and they should soon be married. And I caught him with that ebony beauty of Caesar’s. Naomi I believe her name is.” Aemilia closed her eyes, sick at the thought that Quinn was with that evil Lucia.

Troilus chuckled, pleased that he seemed to have struck a nerve in the servus sexus. He would show her that any thoughts of being rescued by that stupid man were useless.

“Seems that your old master is busy fucking his new love and Caesar’s plaything while the Emperor is gone. I’ll warrant that the Emperor may be surprised to arrive home with a new little baby slave in his palace.”

Apparently Troilus was unaware of the order that had been placed by Caesar himself for Quinn to have sex with Naomi. Well, she was not going to tell him the truth.

“So, I decided to see for myself as to just what the excitement was about with this slave. I have to admit that she is more enthusiastic about sex than you are. It reminded me of Lucia.”

He pushed her back on the bed, wanting to see more. “Show me! Show me that which I want to see.” He eyes began to get that gleam in them. Already Aemilia was learning more about Troilus than she had ever wanted to know.

Instead, she decided to try and play a different game. She pulled the covers back just long enough for him to catch a glimpse of her body before instead kneeling in front of him.

“Remember when you would come to the imperatoris sexus stabulis? And you walked into that long room and would walk over to where I was kneeling? And you wanted me to provide Oral Gratification to you. Do you want some of that now?” She looked up, smiling coyly at him.

There was a gleam in his eyes as he easily fell into the memory.

“Pleasure me, whore. Show me what your talented tongue can do.” His hand gripped her hair and she opened up her mouth, accepting his meaty offering. He let out a sigh as he slipped into her moist mouth. He had always felt that this woman provided the best oral gratification of any of the women that he had ever used.

She rested her hands upon his thighs as her head bobbed up and down. While she was in training, he had not been allowed to touch her. But now, he could touch her all he wished. He could fuck her. Her could beat her if he wished. The bruise on her face was proof of that

After he had released his seed down her throat several times, the pleasures of the day caught up with him and after he nibbled on some food, he passed out on top of Aemilia. She made for a soft bed.

———

“The Master must be here somewhere. I know that I saw him walking towards the garden.” Ennius seemed serious. But it seemed that he was the only slave that had seen him.

And as for Her Highness, the woman was making life hell for everyone. She had slapped Helena for not changing the sheets fast enough. And Selina and Lucia had spent the better part of the evening with their heads together, plotting who knows what.

Decima finally took it upon herself to search for the Master. After a while, she discovered him sound asleep, curled up on Aemilia’s bed, using one of her old tunics for a pillow.

She slipped back out and told everyone that she couldn’t find him either so he must have left again. Now, what was he planning on doing to get Aemilia back?

Eventually, Her Highness settled down for the night and Decima slipped out to the garden where their binding tent was. Jovian was waiting for her. He had been avoiding Her Highness as he had no desire to provide sex for the woman.

All was quiet.

 

[cumnchat]

"Have you got the chains and the manacles Fulma, I don't fancy taking him on wiv 'is 'ands free" Siltius whispered as they crouched just outside Nerva's bedroom where they could hear the brute snoring like an erupting volcano.

"Yeah I have them, let's get on with it before I lose my nerve."

They crept into the darkened room and tiptoed up to the sleeping giant and quickly manacled his hands and feet together before pulling a sack over his head. and tying it at his neck. Fortunately, Nerva slept through it all, the empty wine flagon giving away the reason for his deep sleep,

"What if he's in bed wiv 'er Fulma?"

"We'll take him wiv us, that Quinn might pay extra for 'im."

Being unfamiliar with the layout of the villa they didn't know which room was which but as they crept along the passageways a frightened voice challenged them,

"Who are you what do you want? If the master catches you he'll kill you,""

"We've come for the woman he had kidnapped and brought here but we don't know where she is, so you had better keep quiet."

Paula saw this as her chance to escape as well so she said,

"I can take you to her but if I do you must take me with you, I can show you the easiest way to get out without being seen."

"We don't want no passengers but I suppose we can, where is she?"

"She'll be in the Master's bedroom, he took her in there earlier."

Paula led them to Troilus's bedroom where from just outside they could hear Aemilia whimpering, and the squeak of the bed as Troilus pounded her into the mattress.


"Ready? Let's go."

They charged in and threw a sack over Troilus's head and gagged him over the sack, they tied his arms by his sides,

Paula dashed over to Aemilia who was almost hysterical and calmed her down. She pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around Aemilia's shaking naked body,

"Shush, it's alright these men are taking us to your home, they have a carriage waiting outside."

The five of them squeezed into the carriage but not before Siltius punched Troilus in the face for struggling too much

"That's for not paying us and having us beaten up, I hope YOUR nose is broken."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Quinn wrapped his cloak around him as dawn was breaking, hoping and hoping the two men would keep their word and bring Aemilia back to him. It was at times like these when he realized how much he loved her.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She only had several hours sleep before Troilus woke up and dragged her into position. She was was only half awake but when he flipped her over on her stomach she was a bit confused. Was he wanting anal sex? Her body was really not awake and any sex at this moment was going to be painful.

“Troilus , can you give me a minute? I just need…..”

“Shut up, whore. You will learn that when I want it I want it now! That Quinn let you slaves walk all over him. I AM MASTER HERE NOT YOU! REMEMBER THAT!”

With every word that he shouted, he beat her buttocks with something that seemed to hurt and burn them. She screamed and cried out in pain as he then rammed his member into her anus. The burn was incredible and she pleaded with him for mercy. He merely laughed as he continued. Occasionally he would reach around and squeeze her breast, all the while torturing her anus.

Eventually her cries became whimpers and she feared that should she remain with him much longer, she would lose the baby.

Suddenly she heard a scuffle behind her. With Troilus basically sitting on her, she could not see what was happening. There was a cry from him before it became muffled. Then he was off of her and she rolled over to see Troilus with a sack over his head and a gag crammed through the sack into his mouth. He dropped something on the bed that he had been holding. It looked like some sort of short whip. That must have been what he had used on her buttocks.

Standing over him and tying him up were two rough looking men. They had been beaten so much that she did not recognize them from the other day. All she thought was that they were stealing her to sell her to someone. Panicking, she began screaming and shaking until Paula spoke to her and explained what was happening. The slave pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her naked body. The bruise on her face was black and still a bit swollen and now bruises were forming on her buttocks where he had whipped her.

Paula wrapped her arms around the bruised woman and comforted her.

"Shush, it's alright these men are taking us to your home, they have a carriage waiting outside."

Soon they were quietly climbing into what appeared to be more of a cart. Aemilia was somewhat surprised when one of the men punched Troilus in the face.

"That's for not paying us and having us beaten up, I hope YOUR nose is broken."

All night the cart rocked over the paving stones on the road to Roma. The two men spoke in hushed whispers between themselves and Paula did her best to comfort Aemilia, asking her what her Master was like and about her home. At one point they could see that Troilus was trying to get loose. That was when Paula thrusted her leg out and kicked him in his manhood.

Troilus groaned and one of the men looked back. “What is wrong with him?”

“Who knows?” Paula shrugged her shoulders. Aemilia smiled at her.

“I like how you think.”

Paula just looked at her innocently before the two women started laughing.

“What do you think will happen to me?” Paula whispered to her.

“We shall ask my Master. He is good and kind and fair. He will know what to do.” Aemilia whispered back.

As the sun was starting to rise, one of the men turned back. “We should be coming into Roma in a bit. You will remember to let The Mighty Quinn know that we did not touch you or harm you.” Siltius was hoping that she had forgotten about how they had rubbed their penises on her lips and breast when they had first kidnapped her in the market. She was blindfolded then so maybe they were safe.

When Troilus heard where they were headed, the man began to try to shout through the bag and the gag. Aemilia took her foot and thrust it hard into Troilus’ groin. You could see him doubling over in pain, a low groan emanating from the trussed up man. Siltius grinned. “I think that the women just told you to shut up, Troilus. I knew a man that got kicked in the penis so much that the thing just swelled up and fell off. He is now known as Livia and she makes good money as a whore.”

Troilus stayed doubled up and he also stayed quiet as the cart joined the others on the road into Roma. A few glanced their way but the women were well covered and some additional rope and rags had been piled on top of Troilus so it looked like two men negotiating the cart with two slave women in the back.

The city was slowly waking up when finally they pulled up in front of the villa. Aemilia breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be home. One of the men climbed down from the cart and went up to the door, pounding hard on it. When finally it was opened, Aemilia could see Gaius looking out.

“What do you want at this hour of the morning?”

“We have dealings with The Migh….”

That was all that got out of his mouth before Gaius was pushed to one side and there was Quinn. Though he appeared to not have slept for some time, to Aemilia he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

“Quinn!” She called out to him and reached out her hand. The whole experience had taken its toll on her and the world went dark as she lost consciousness.

 

[cumnchat]

The night seemed to last forever and Quinn couldn't sleep with the possibility of having Aemilia back, filling his mind. As the early signs of dawn appeared in the sky, he became less convinced that the two plebs had been telling him the truth and that they had been trying to get money out of him. The pounding on the door to the courtyard had him almost running to the entrance but Gaius had beaten him to it and was barring the way to five people standing by a cart.

He caught the end of the conversation between Gaius and one of the ruffians,

"We have dealings with The Migh….” Then he was interrupted by one of the other figures wrapped up in a sheet.

“Quinn!” Aemilia called out, stretching an arm towards him and then almost falling to the floor in a faint but being caught by Quinn's strong arms. He cradled her limp form in his arms and tenderly pulled back the sheet covering her face, His face darkened ominously when he saw her battered and bruised face,

"Who did this to her, to my Aemilia?"

Paula spoke up first.

"We have brought you the one responsible, he is my Master but I hate him, he has raped me and Aemilia, I am heavy with his child,"

"I thank you for what you have done, I can see she has had some minor attention, Gaius, take Aemilia and this woman...."

"Paula, Sir"

"Aemilia and Paula to my bed and wake Decima and Julie, tell them to give Aemilia a gentle washing. "

He was about to discover who the figure in the sack was when he remembered that Lucia was in all probability still in his bed so he would need to get her out immediately. He spoke to the two plebs,

"Wait here a short while, I have something to do that I should have done long ago." Anything you leave behind will be sent to you but I want you out of my home within the hour

Quinn led the way to his bedroom carrying Aemilia in his arms and found Lucia naked with her legs spread using a hairbrush handle on herself.

"Don't say a word Lucia, collect what you need and go,,,,, NOW!

Lucia looked at him disbelievingly, incredulous that Quinn was throwing her out. Quinn was in no mood to be lenient so he handed Aemilia's limp form to Gaius and strode over and grabbed Lucia by the hair and dragged her out of the bed and onto the floor,

"I SAID NOW!" He threw a wrap at her and said "GET OUT"
"Anything you leave behind will be sent to you but I want you out of my home within the hour"

Lucia thought better of arguing with Quinn and left with the intention of returning when he had calmed down, she hadn't seen who the body was that Quinn was carrying so she had no idea that her foolproof plan was fast unravelling.

Quinn took the unconscious Aemilia from Gaius and laid her on her comfortable bed, As he withdrew his hands from under her he saw that they were covered in blood, Quickly he rolled her onto her side and stared aghast at the bloody pulpy mess of her previously flawless rump.

"You women clean her and make her comfortable, you Paula, do you know how this happened?"

"Not exactly, but the master, he likes to use a whip when he does their back passage."

Paula's eyes misted over as she recalled the time when she was anally raped,

"Master Troilus he doesn't have any mercy."

The resulting roar reverberated throughout the villa,

"TROILUS? I might have known, just wait until I get my hand on that scrawny little rat.

Gaius gave a little chuckle

"Excuse me master but didn't somebody say they had the girl's owner?"

"Thank you Gaius shall we go and take a look?"

"Thank you, Gaius, shall we go and take a look?"

The three figures were still waiting when they returned to the gate, the one tied in the sack was trembling as Quinn cut the rope binding the sack and Quinn slowly lifted up the sack to find a trembling, naked Troilus.

"Well good morning Troilus, I want to have a little chat with you"

 

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Now this was the way to wake up! At least that was the thought running through Decima’s head as she lay wrapped in Jovian’s arms. And she was pretty sure that he felt the same way too, or at least his kisses were giving that impression. They would only have this tent for a couple more days before…. They were not sure just what was going to happen next. Because of the whole upset with Aemilia missing and Her Highness taking over their lives, they had not wanted to broach the subject with the Master. But right now, there was at least time for one more cuddle before they needed to get up and begin the day. And that was the plan had they not been interrupted.

At first Decima was not sure, but it sounded like Gaius was yelling outside their tent. She looked at Jovian and he got up and quickly threw on his tunic. While he went to see what Gaius wanted, Decima got up and slipped on her tunic.

When Jovian came rushing in, she was happily shocked by the news.

“Gaius said that a cart pulled by two men is outside and they brought back Aemilia and a female slave. But Aemilia is injured and the Master wants you and Julie to clean her and dress her wounds.”

“What!? Where are they?”

“In the Master’s chambers!”

Decima stopped and looked at her partner. “But what about Her Highness? Isn’t it a bit crowded in…”

Jovian shook his head. “The Master threw her out!”

“Thank the gods!”

“That female slave helped her escape! Gaius couldn’t remember her name.”

“Where was she all this time?”

“Apparently TROILUS had her kidnapped. He has been using her all this time.”

“Troilus? Poor Aemilia. Wait until the Master gets his hands on that man!”

“Amusingly enough, those two men also brought along Troilus. And the man is naked and was wrapped up in a sack.”

Decima started out laughing as she quickly headed for The Master’s chambers. The laughter halted once she entered and saw the bloody sheet. Her first thought was that Aemilia must have lost her baby. That would crush the woman.

There was a young female slave hovering over the unconscious Aemilia, using the sheet to clean off the blood.

“Oh no!”

“Master Troilus beat her bottom with a whip while he raped her back passage.” Paula answered as Decima gave a sigh of relief before Julie entered in with a large bowl of water and fresh rags.

For the next hour or so, the women, including Paula, carefully cleaned the servus sexus while Paula told them of what it was like to be a slave for Troilus, about how he had raped her repeatedly. Paula told the women that now she was carrying his child. She said that he had beat her bottom the same way too.

When Julie saw Aemilia’s face, she was shocked again. “Aemilia told me that Troilus backhanded her when she refused to show any enthusiasm while he raped her.” Paula told the women. She was envious of this household. The women seemed very caring.

“Oh no! Poor thing!”

————

Slowly Aemilia became aware of her surroundings. Her bottom was burning and then something cool and soothing was smeared over the cuts and she groaned. Decima’s voice was in her ear.

“Just be still, Aemilia my friend. Julie and I are taking care of you. You are safe here at home. And Paula is here too.”

Once they had cleaned up the cuts on her buttocks and dressed the wounds, they carefully rolled her on her side. Then Julie had Paula follow her to help her carry fresh water. Decima was left alone with Aemilia.

“What about the baby?” Decima whispered to her.

“I protected the baby. Quinn’s baby is safe. Troilus never knew.”

Decima smiled and gently rubbed Aemilia’s back, trying to calm her friend down. She wondered if she should tell her that she had let Quinn know her secret.

“Paula figured out that I was expecting. She kept my secret and promised to try and help me escape. I want to ask if there is any way that she can come here.”

“I’m sure that if there is a way, The Master will figure it out. He has been falling apart without you. That horrible Lucia moved in and was making all of us feel as if we were in Hades. I understand that he threw her out in the street.”

“I thought I smelled another woman’s scent.” Aemilia sniffed the air a bit and tried to wrinkle her nose but her face hurt. “Smells cheap.” The two women tried laughing.

“Once we get you cleaned up, I’ll have Helena come and change the sheets and get rid of the smell of Her Highness.”

Paula and Julie returned and soon the group of women were busy getting their friend cleaned and welcomed home.

———

Troilus was scared witless. This was the last person he wanted to be in the presence of, especially standing without a stitch of clothing on. And the look in the man’s eyes really frightened him.

"Well good morning Troilus, I want to have a little chat with you"

Quinn reached out a huge hand - it was amazing just how large the man’s hands were - and grabbed Troilus by the scruff of his neck. Troilus could feel the power in the man’s grip as he was forced ahead of Quinn into a room. Maybe now was the time to make his play.

“Now, Quinn, before you get mad at me, you may wind up thanking me. I spent some time training that servus sexus of yours. I don’t know why you have put up with her insolent ways. I think that you will find if you punish your slaves occasionally, they will behave better. Oh, and if she winds up bearing a baby, then it’s mine and you can just sell it. Now, I’ll just take my slave and leave.”

Quinn did not appear willing to do as he said so he thought that perhaps it was time to let Quinn know about the secret that he knew.

“Ah, Quinn, you just might want to forget all about this. You see, I know something about you. I happen to be at the palace yesterday. And I saw something that surprised me. You came walking out of a certain bedchamber without a care in the Empire. Imagine my surprise when I looked inside and found that beautiful ebony servus sexus in there, naked and wanting more. Now, what is Caesar going to think when he returns from his campaign and discovers what has been happening in his own palace.” He tried grinning at Quinn, hoping to see the man squirm.

But Quinn didn’t squirm. The man was smiling back at him. That gave him a cold chill. In that moment, he knew how the men that had faced this man in the gladiatorial ring must have felt. They must have felt as if they were facing death.

Oh, he knew that Quinn couldn’t kill him for stealing a slave. But Quinn could have him brought before the Senate and if found guilty, all of his privileges would be removed. And if and when Caesar found out, the man could have Troilus enslaved and all his assets given to Quinn. Or he could have Troilus put to the sword.

He stood there. Waiting. Well, there was one promise that he made to himself. He would make sure that Quinn knew that this whole fiasco had been that woman’s idea. She may be a good fuck but her plan was donkey dung.