CAESAR'S REWARD

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Having assured himself that Aemilia was being taken care of and would need to rest Quinn left her with a gentle kiss to her brow, trying not to look at her bruised and battered face. Now he stood in front of the man who had stolen her, abused her, beaten her, whipped her, all in the name of what the snivelling creature called love but it wasn't love it was animalistic lust driven by the mistaken belief that if a woman was beaten and mistreated she would eventually accept it and love him back.

"I want you to love me Troilus, but you don't do you? Maybe this will change your mind,"

Quinn bunched one huge fist and smashed it into Troilus's face, breaking his nose and two of his front teeth went skidding across the floor.

"Do you love me now Troilus?,,,, NO? How about I hit you again and loosen a few more teeth?"

His hand bunched into a fist again,

"No, wait, Quinn, we were friends once, surely that counts for something?"

"I have already taken that into account if I have friends like you who needs enemies? I should have you strung up and hanging by your thumbs, but I am going to give you one chance to redeem yourself and wipe the slate clean."

Troilus was ready to do anything to escape more physical pain, he grovelled at Quinn's feet,

"Yes, Oh Mighty Quinn, anything, anything at all,"

Quinn smiled and replied,

"I want to see just how much of a man you are, later today we will go to my gladiator school and there you will face me, man to man, don't worry you will be given a retes, a fascina and a gladius, I will have just a siccae, we will fight to the death. LOCK HIM UP GAIUS."

Quinn tossed a pouch full of coins to the two ruffians and said,

"We agreed five thousand sesterces did we not?"

 

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Carefully the three women cleaned every inch Aemilia’s body. Upon this intimate washing, they started noticing all of the fingerprint bruises that Troilus had laid all over the woman’s body. Her poor anus was even bruised as they carefully attempted to clean every inch of her.

When they reached her belly, it was then that all three women could see the very gentle swelling of Aemilia’s abdomen. Julie stopped and looked at it before laying a tentative hand on it.

“Aemilia, are you with child?”

Aemilia nodded, smiling at Julie. The three women beamed with her. Carefully Julie gave a hug to her. “The Master will be a father. Does he know?”

Decima had been dreading the possibility that this question would turn up, and she had been torn as to whether or not she should tell the truth. But before either could answer, there was knocking at the door.

It was Helena with an armload of clean bedlinens and she squealed at the sight of Aemilia back in the villa. Then, just as suddenly she gasped at seeing the state of the poor woman. Setting the bedding down to one side, she stepped in to help the women finish washing Aemilia, offering to get a large bowl and wash the sexus servus long red hair.

Paula seemed to fit well with the other women though they would not let her lift anything too heavy due to her condition.

“I am not as delicate as I look. The master had me doing what everyone else did. He said that maybe I would lose the child and then there would not be another mouth to feed.”

The women were shocked. They still kept an eye on her. They didn’t want two women incapacitated.

Eventually they got Aemilia cleaned up and all traces of that foul Troilus removed. Taking a clean sheet, they carefully wrapped Aemilia up in it, making sure that she kept some modesty.

Julie felt that Aesop would be strong enough to hold her while the bed was stripped and all traces of Lucia were removed. He quickly came and carefully picked up the servus sexus. Then they all pitched in and set everything up on the bed while Aesop quietly stood there holding her. He could see the bruising and swelling on her face and it made him angry that a man could abuse a woman like Aemilia. Ever since that day when they were attacked in the marketplace, he had been impressed with how the woman was willing to fight back. And he had always found her to be sweet and kind and friendly.

He wished that she had taken him with her when she went to the market. He had wanted to ask The Master if it would be possible to train at his school so that he could provide protection for the women of the household. Perhaps when Julie went to the market or any of the women left to run errands. He did not know if The Master would let him, and he was smart enough to know the The Master might say no, but he would wait until maybe there was a better time to ask.

When they had the bedding prepared, he carefully laid her back down, as if he were laying a baby in its bed before he gave a nod and left the room. The entire time, Paula warily watched the rather large man.

“Is that man your artiensis? Your major-domo?” Paula acted a bit scare of poor Aesop and Aemilia was well aware of what Paula was thinking.

“No he is not. The Mighty Quinn is new to Roma and has not had time to purchase slaves and set up his entire household. And Aesop is a very gentle man. All of the slaves here are, for the most part, very nice to work with. But Aesop is nothing like Nerva.”

Paula nodded but was still apprehensive. She was afraid that this Mighty Quinn might send her back with Troilus and if so, the man would probably beat her or turn her over to Nerva. And the thought of that terrified her.

Julie and Decima looked at each other, wondering just who this Nerva was. Helena grabbed the dirty and bloody bedding and left to head back to the laundry, but not before Julie warned her to keep the fact that Aemilia was back secret from her Mother until the Master had spoken to her. Helena agreed.

The three women left gently unwrapped Aemilia. She tried not to groan as she knew that the women were doing their best, but still her moans of pain filled the air. Julie then quickly went to the culina and prepared a potion and put it in the posca. The medicine would help relieve some of her pain and also aid her sleep.

Soon, the women had Aemilia sleeping soundly. They had applied an aloe ointment to her cuts and bruises and tucked her in between the clean, fresh bedding.

“What am I to do now?” Paula was almost afraid to ask. And none of the women knew what The Master had done with Troilus.

“Come, Paula. We will find Gaius and see if The Master is through with Troilus.” The three women left, with Julie and Decima wanting to aid this slave named Paula. Hopefully she could stay here as they were seriously understaffed.

Everything rested with their Master - the Mighty Quinn.

 

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Having frightened Troilus witless by telling him his fate would lie in his skill in the gladiator's arena, Quinn couldn't wait to be at Aemilia's side and tell her that he knew about the baby in her belly. Just as he was walking away he couldn't resist a parting jibe at Fulmar and Siltius,

"Enjoy your reward, if you are careful you should be able to afford a whore apiece every night for a year,"

"What do think he meant by that? I am not wasting my money on whores." Fulmar muttered suspiciously and picked up a handful of coins from the pouch that Quinn had thrown to them, He looked closely at them and his face turned purple with rage,

"He's diddled us, these aren't sesterces they're spintriae, look,"

[OOC DEFINITION OF SPINTRIAE CAN BE FOUND https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spintria]

Siltius looked at the coins and began to say what he was going to do to Quinn until Fulmar stopped him,

"I've just remembered where I heard that name before. QUINN, THE MIGHTY QUINN. He was a gladiator then saved the emperor's life by killing his opponent with a spear from forty cubits on his knees, Caesar gave him his freedom, this villa and the red-haired beauty, you don't want to tangle with him. Let's just enjoy the best whores in Rome." They gathered up the coins and left as quickly as they could.

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Quinn found Aemilia laying on her side covered with a light sheet and fast asleep, He sat on the edge of the bed and held one of her dainty hands in between his two huge palms and just looked at her with a tear rolling down his cheek,

"I'm sorry, so sorry my love, I should have protected you and I didn't, instead I betrayed you not once but twice with two different women, I could have refused, should have refused. The only good thing to come from all this is the news that we are to have a babe together. I have to get some sleep now, you remain here and I will sleep on your palliasse."

On his way, he saw Julie, "I am taking a nap in Aemilia's room, can you make sure I am woken for lunch oh yes, the woman who came with Aemilia, treat her well, tell her not to worry, we all owe her our gratitude."

 

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The women were shocked as Paula related all that she had been forced to endure while living under Troilus in his villa - from being repeatedly raped, Nerva and how she and the rest of the household had been forced to watch the elderly slave woman be raped to death “and all because she accidentally spilled wine upon the master when he yelled at her”, to overhearing Aemilia’s cries of pain while Troilus beat her and raped her, and more. There were also secretive meetings with some high born woman that suddenly appeared at the villa and spent several days having sex with the master and his third servus sexus. “The woman suddenly appeared in a fancy litter, and she just as suddenly left after spending about 3 or 4 days having an orgy between the master and Diana. She is one of his servus sexus. Diana just got sent back to mistress Laurentina, the master’s wife. He basically has his villa here in Roma where his wife takes care of the servus sexus expecting his babies and she also cares for the slave children. But he told me that I was staying at his countryside villa and he would just kill my baby if necessary.”

Paula began to get a bit upset but Julie spoke up.

“Master Quinn wanted me to tell you not to worry. He said that we all owe you our thanks.”

Paula sat there for a moment, looking as if this was too much to expect. Decima reached a hand out and placed it on the slave’s arms. “Master Quinn is an honorable man and can be trusted. I think that he will do all he can to aid you. Aemilia is a very important and much loved member of our household. And we are very thankful to you for helping her to return to us. And especially now that she is carrying Master Quinn’s child.”

And with that, Paula broke down and cried. The women could tell that they were tears from her soul and both women threw their arms around the woman, offering her comfort. Once Paula had finally cried herself out, they smiled at her.

“Everything will be alright. Master Quinn understands what it is like to be a slave. He was once a gladiator and fought in the ring to the death many times. He save Emperor Caesar’s life and was given his freedom, along with this villa and slaves. He is a good man.”

Suddenly, Julie jumped up.

“Great Jupiter! I need to get started on the food for cena - the mid-day meal. The Master will be expecting food.”

“I can help. I don’t really know how to cook a lot. I was trying to learn but the cook out at Troilus’s villa was afraid that I was trying to take over her job. I only wanted to aid her.”

“Wonderful. I can use all the help that I can get. Decima, you work on the bread. You know how the Master likes it. Paula, please cut up these vegetables. You know how? Good. No no. Smaller. Yes, that is perfect. We will cook them together and add some olives to them. Decima, do not forget to add the cheese and fig spread when the bread is through.”

The three women worked well together, with Faye slipping in making certain that the kitchen was well stocked with water. Periodically, one of the women would look in on Aemilia to make sure that she was sleeping well.

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How dare he throw her out! She would have thrown a fit, but she had never seen Quinn in such a state. The look that he gave her was murderous. That frightened her. And also excited her. Something about facing the lion.

Not that she had any desire to face an actual lion. But in her travels from up North down to the South until she reached Roma, she had faced being “discovered” many times, and each time she had managed to out talk or outrun them, whether it was the relatives of the target, or the authorities. It all came down to knowing when to cut your losses and run.

Brutus looked surprised when she had returned to her villa. “Are we moving in soon?”

“Shut up.” Brutus raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong and irritating his mistress was not a wise decision.

“Come here! Fuck me hard. I need to think.”

Brutus quickly divested himself of his tunic and walked towards the divan where his mistress lay, her toga bunched up around her nude body. He grabbed her legs and spread them as wide as possible, sinking his member deep into her hot, wet depths.

 

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Quinn didn't want to each his lunch alone and he wanted to know more about her before he made any decision regarding Paula, one option which wasn't open to him was sending her back to Troilus's villa as there was still the other slave, Nerva, to consider. She told him how Troilus had raped her several times, tears ran down her cheeks at the memory of them.

"You would like him to suffer as you have wouldn't you, Paula?"

Paula hesitated as she was a gentle soul at heart so she considered her words carefully,

"What he did to me was awful and he has impregnated me with his child, I cannot blame the child when it is
born and I will not have it terminated, he should pay for what he has done, you say you will fight him to the death and no doubt you expect to win but what if he gets lucky and kills you, Master Quinn, what then?"

"What would you have me do with him then Paula? I suspect that Aemilia will be of the same mind as you."

"Well, as you are aware, Troilus is a narcissist and hates being laughed at and humiliated, is there some way we could do that and cause him a great deal of pain also."

Quinn chuckled at that,

"My dear Paula, for such a gentle soul as you, you have a very fertile mind when it comes to punishment, I have an idea that will allow my Aemilia to participate as well when she is feeling better, all will be revealed in due course."

Quinn leaned over and lightly kissed Paula on the cheek. Paula blushed and whispered shyly,

"Thank you, Mighty Quinn, I mean nothing by it when I say, I wish you were the father of my child, Aemilia is so lucky."

It was Quinn's turn to blush and he replied "I am honoured that you feel that way, can I make a suggestion? If Aemilia has no objection, if it is a boy, name him Alfred, after my son, and if it is a girl, name her Lena, after my wife, I have seen neither for almost four years now, I don't even know if they are still alive."

Paula's eyes opened wide in surprise,

"I didn't mean, I didn't expect............................... of course, if that is your wish."

It is, in thanks, I'll tell you what I have planned for Troilus, we'll let him stew in the ice house for a few days trying to hatch a plan to beat me in the arena then we will strip him of every stitch of clothing and you can have the honour of tying a silver cord around his testicles with a running knot so if he doesn't follow you willingly it will get tighter and tighter, I think three days should be long enough to get Aemilia on her feet so she can help you lead him through the streets with a placard around his neck saying, 'I AM A RAPIST AND A BULLY'"

Paula beamed with delight, "That's so perfect, but where shall I stay in the meantime?"

"Here, of course, you shall stay with us, I will speak to Julie, she will find you a bed somewhere, Now I really must get some rest."

 

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Julie walked down the hall in the servant quarters with Paula walking a bit behind her. The conversation that Paula had just had with this Mighty Quinn was totally different from what Troilus had said to her after she had been purchased and delivered to the villa. And the kiss that that this Mighty Quinn had given her had no sexual connotations to it. She was a bit surprised to find that she was not the least bit afraid of him despite his large size and imposing presence. In fact, she began to hope that there would be some way that she would be transferred from Troilus’s household into this household. For the most part, the males had been respectful and the women had been understanding.

Oh, Paula was not so naive as to think that everyone was nice. Having been a member of Troilus’ household, she was well aware of how vindictive people could be.

Paula noticed that above each doorway was a different flower or animal painted above it. That was a nice touch and made it easy to remember which room was yours.

“The rooms with animals and birds are usually reserved for the male slaves and the plants and flowers are usually for the female slaves.”
She pointed out the various flowers and animals that marked various rooms.

“Roses. That is my room. Lilies are Decima’s. Crows stand for Gaius. Lotus’s are Aemilia’s. Peacocks are Jovian. Oh, I forgot. You have not met him yet. He and Decima just entered a binding.”

Paula stopped for a second. “A binding? I did not think that anyone allowed a binding between slaves.”

They stopped before a room with violets painted above it.

“Master Quinn does. This room should work for you. Violets. Somehow that suits you. Sorry that it is near the back of the villa.”

The room was small and clean as Julie led her into it. “I will let Helena know that we need bedding in here. And there is a rumor that we shall be getting an update to our beds but The Master has been a bit busy with poor Aemilia disappearing and now returning.”

“Will I be sharing it with another slave?”

“Oh, no, this is your room. Once you get settled in a bit, you can come back and work in the culina until The Master says otherwise.”

Paula sat on the stone bed and said a prayer to the gods that she would get a chance to stay here.

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Slowly she became aware of her surroundings though at first she thought that perhaps it was a dream. After a minute the memories of escaping Troilus drifted to her. The hours spent in the back of the cart, Paula comforting her while they slowly bumped along the cobble paved road to Roma. She was grateful for this new friend, and felt that she had placed her trust wisely. Never would she have thought that something like this would ever have happened to her.

Aemilia rolled over and held her breath, her body aching. She wanted to sit up. She wanted to see Quinn. She looked to the window and saw that it was evening. So where was he? This was after all his chambers. He should rest in his bed.

She thought about trying to stand up and search for him but at that moment, a familiar face looked in on her.

“Aemilia! How do you feel?” Decima smiled at her as she entered the room.

“I am very sore and very tired.”

“I am sure that you are. Would you like something to eat? Julie has prepared an easy broth for you and the baby.” Decima carefully hugged her friend. “I have to tell you that I found it necessary to do something. When you first disappeared, Selina told everyone that you had asked for her help to run away. It broke The Master’s heart. That is when Lucia arrived and just moved in here. So I took The Master into your room and showed him the proof that you had not run away.”

“You showed him the bowl?”

“Decima nodded, afraid that Aemilia would be angry with her.

“And what did he say?”

“He was so excited. Then he realized that something was wrong and he had to find you. And Lucia became this horrible thing that made all this household hades bound.”

Aemilia tried to smiled at her. “I fought hard to keep Troilus from knowing that I carried Quinn’s child. I was afraid that he would try to do something to make me lose it.” She gently touched the bruise on her face. “At least my face is feeling better.”

“Let me go get you some broth.” And with that Decima slipped out of the Master’s chambers and ran ran through the halls until she reached Aemilia’s room where the Master was resting. She knocked until Master Quinn appeared in the doorway, worried that Aemilia may be worse. Decima smiled and shook her head.

“No, Master, she actually seems better. She is awake and asking about how you are doing. We have some broth for her if you would like to stop at the culina and pick it up and take it to her.”

And with that the slave ran off to make sure that the broth was ready and waiting for him.

She was happy and wanted everyone that she loved to be happy too.

 

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Quinn carried the bowl of broth to Aemilia, eager and excited to see her again, she looked awful with her poor beautiful face marred by the heavy bruising around her left cheek and her eye swollen and puffy, he dared not think what her backside looked like but he could tell it was painful from the way she winced as she tried to sit up as he sat beside her on the bed ready to spoon feed her with the broth.

"How are you, my love?" he began, his voice full of concern, "Can you tell me what he did to you? I can guess most of it so if you'd rather not say, I understand, He smiled inwardly, thinking that this was the first time he had seen Aemilia in his bed with clothes on, But to his eyes, she was as beautiful as ever and he proceeded to tell her how much he had missed her and hadn't believed a word of the rumour Selina had circulated, that she had run away,

"I will be speaking to Selina about the part she played in your abduction, the thieves must have had inside information on the places you frequented, it was just a matter of picking the right place, not out where everyone could see but on the outer edge, with an alley conveniently close by for the cart, I smell more than Troilus's hand in this, he does not have the wit to do it by himself, So who recruited Selina? Who has been here recently who would wish you harm and have the knowledge to arrange all this? One name immediately springs to mind,,,,,, Lucia, you had only been gone a few hours before she was here all ready to move in and offer me comfort of the kind only she can offer, I am ashamed to say I fell for it and she shared my bed that first night."

He put the bowl of broth down and gently cupped Aemilia's chin and tilted her head back to press his lips to hers "Forgive me Aemilia, please, I was thinking how it should be you the whole time. I am going to speak to Troilus now and hear what he has to say, perhaps he will try to make amends and put the blame where it truly belongs"

He rose and walked to the covering curtain, before turning and asking with a sorrowful smile,

"If it is alright with you I would like to sleep in my own bed tonight, yours is so damned hard."

 

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Quinn walking into the room with the broth was one of the sweetest sights she had ever seen. Carefully he sat on the edge of the bed and laid a cloth down to catch any of the broth that might spill. She was careful as she sat up and tried to smile at him.

"How are you, my love? Can you tell me what he did to you? I can guess most of it so if you'd rather not say, I understand.”

“Quinn, my love, there are no secrets between us. I will tell you all that happened, and all that I know. He did anything that he could. He considered me his own personal servus sexus. When I showed no response to what he did, that was when he hit me in the face and threatened to give me to his artiensis, Nerva. And I know not if Paula told you what that slave did, but I did not want to test him. So, I pretended to enjoy what he did.”

Aemilia proceeded to tell Quinn about the things that Troilus had done to her. Quinn sat and held her hand and listened, wiping away her tears when they fell.

“He kept stating that he wanted to plant a baby in my belly.” She gave a soft chuckle. “Decima told me that she showed you proof that you will once again become a father.” She smiled at him. “I did not let him know that I already carried your child. I was afraid that he would try to get rid of it. I did all that I could to protect this child.”

"I will be speaking to Selina about the part she played in your abduction, the thieves must have had inside information on the places you frequented, it was just a matter of picking the right place, not out where everyone could see but on the outer edge, with an alley conveniently close by for the cart, I smell more than Troilus's hand in this, he does not have the wit to do it by himself, So who recruited Selina? Who has been here recently who would wish you harm and have the knowledge to arrange all this? One name immediately springs to mind,,,,,, Lucia, you had only been gone a few hours before she was here all ready to move in and offer me comfort of the kind only she can offer, I am ashamed to say I fell for it and she shared my bed that first night."

Aemilia nodded. “Apparently the men that kidnapped me had to go deliver a message to a woman that the package was delivered. I assumed that I was the package. All I knew was that it was a woman. But I think that Paula would know who she was. She saw the woman arrive and have a 3 day orgy with Troilus and his servus sexus before she left.”

She paused. “There is also information that Troilus let slip about how he was also was stealing from the Emperor. I don’t think that he ever realized what he was bragging about. And the fact that I know about it means nothing as I am just a slave. But if you, a free citizen, know….”

He put the bowl of broth down and just the touch of his hand on her face thrilled her. He tipped her head back and kissed her lips.

"Forgive me Aemilia, please, I was thinking how it should be you the whole time. I am going to speak to Troilus now and hear what he has to say, perhaps he will try to make amends and put the blame where it truly belongs"

Before he left, he turned back to her and asked, "If it is alright with you I would like to sleep in my own bed tonight, yours is so damned hard.”

“I have missed sleeping with you so much. It is very all right with me.”

After he left, Decima slipped into the room and smiled at her. But she could tell that the servus sexus was tired and after helping her relieve herself, she tucked her back into the Master’s bed and made sure she was comfortable. Soon the woman was asleep and Decima went back to her duties.

 

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Quinn knew that even though he would be in the same bed as Aemilia tonight, any sexual activity was out of the question unless initiated by Aemilia herself but he was quite content to have her sweet, warm, soft body in his arms. He was whistling a happy tune as he walked to the ice house where Troilus was being kept.

Troilus looked up at him with dull eyes as he entered wrapped in a warm fur coat that Troilus looked at enviously.

"Whatever possessed you to try to steal Aemilia away from me? You know she hates you for what you did to her?"

Troilus's eyes lit up for a moment as he remembered how good his cock felt as it slid in and out of Aemilia's holes then he smirked at Quinn,

"She was just beginning to come around to my way of thinking when we were snatched, another two days and she would have been begging me to fuck both of her holes, it's the only way to train an unwilling woman, treat them rough and they'll do anything to make it stop."

Troilus's lack of remorse made Quinn see red and he almost loosened a few more teeth in Troilus's mouth but drew back at the last moment and merely landed a soft punch on Troilus's jaw.

"You had the chance to show some remorse but I can see that is not in your nature, in response to which I am not going to fight you today, instead you will remain here until Aemilia is well enough to walk then you will be humiliated in front of all the citizens of Rome by the two women you have raped and then you will fight me."

Quinn turned on his heel and walked out without a glance back at Troilus shouting after him,

"What's all the fuss about they're only slaves?"

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Selina was keeping out of everyone's way in the hope that they would forget her part in the failed abduction and so dashing her hopes of becoming Lucia's handmaid and all the benefits that went with it, so when Quinn put his head around the door of the laundry and said,

"Selina I need to speak with you, you have betrayed my trust and the trust of your fellow workers, I'm afraid I cannot keep you any longer so tomorrow I am going to take you to the slave market and sell you, you may be lucky and get a kind new master but I don't really care, I just want to be rid of you."

"No Master, no, what about Helena my daughter?" Selina was terrified at the prospect of leaving and being all alone.

"Helena will remain here with us, she is a good girl, works hard and gives respect where it is due, she will be better off without you. Have your belongings ready for the morning."

Having dealt with Selina, Quinn returned to his bedroom and found Aemilia curled up and asleep
in his bed.



Quinn gazed at her and moved some stray locks of hair from her face and brushed her soft lips with his own then he settled down on a nearby couch to wait until she woke up before he joined her.

 

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If she had been asked as to just what her dream had been of, Aemilia had no memory of it. Though she felt that it may have started off unsettling, she felt that by the end of the dream it may have ended on a positive note.

However, by the time that she slowly awoke, any dreams that she may have been having dissipated from her memory. Her body was sore, but already she could feel a slight improvement in how she felt. Oh, she was still sore and now a bit stiff, but it was nothing that she could not recover from.

Slowly she turned her head and found Quinn resting on a couch across the room. A smile played across her face to see him having fallen asleep while he waited for her to wake up. This bed, this room belonged to him and it was not necessary for him to wait until she awoke before he came to bed.

“Quinn! Quinn! My Love!” She called to him softly. He must have just dozed for he suddenly woke up and crossed to her.

“You should have just come to bed. It will ease my mind and my rest if you would climb in here and, if it is possible for me to sleep in your arms, it would greatly pleasure me. I have sorely missed you, oh Love of my life.”

After removing his tunic, gently he climbed into the bed beside her. It was a bit painful as she was still sore but she was willing to endure it for the joy of laying in Quinn’s arms while sleeping.

He kissed her and she smiled at him. “Did you tell Troilus that he wasted all that time trying to get me pregnant as you had already accomplished that? I know that this child cannot replace your first child Alfred, and I would not want to. But I hope that he or she will bring you pride and joy.”

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Selina slapped Helena.

“Because of your inability to keep your mouth shut about what I did in that servus sexus room, your poor mother is to be sold in the slave market tomorrow.”

“But mother, I could not lie. I had to tell the truth.”

“Shut up!!” She slapped Helena’s face again. “You are a weak, spineless thing. As far as I am concerned, I have no daughter. I hope that the gods bless me by putting me in a better household than this sorry lot. The gods certainly did not bless me with a daughter that I could be proud of. Leave my room. Return to your room and your weak life. You deserve to be a slave cleaning dirty laundry.”

Helena left the room in tears, which pleased Selena to no end. After tomorrow she would have no hold over her daughter. She wondered if there was any hope that she could get word to Lucia that she was to be sold. It would be perfect if she bought her. As it was, she did not know if the woman was aware that her plans had fallen apart.

Little did Selina know that after tomorrow in the slave market, washing the dirty laundry of this household would be considered an easy job compared to who was to buy her. And within several months, Selina would be dead. And all of this, Helena would never know. Not even Quinn would know.

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Lucia tried seeing if she could discover what happened with Quinn. When she tried knocking at the front door to his villa, that stupid gardener - she could not remember the slave’s name - would not even open the door to her. How dare he! Tomorrow she would travel to Troilus’s and see if he had any idea as to what the problem was.

She had worked hard to make a name for herself here in this city. And if she were to have to leave her, just where would she go? Any further south would lead out into the ocean. Unless she decided to look for a ship for where? Egypt? She did not speak Egyptian.

Maybe she was rushing things. Perhaps she should work on having patience.

 

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"Quinn! Quinn! My Love!”

Aemilia's soft dulcet tones pierced Quinn's consciousness and he woke to see Aemilia awake and calling to him, he got up from the couch and stood beside the bed where she lay, looking as beautiful as ever.

"Just come to bed. It will ease my mind and my rest if you would climb in here and, if I can sleep in your arms, it would greatly pleasure me. I have sorely missed you, oh Love of my life.”

Without further delay he removed his tunic and slid into bed beside her, the sheets still warm from where she had been wrapped in them, he could smell her essence and stretched out an arm to bring her head closer to his so he could kiss her. Her smile in response warmed his heart then she asked,

" “Did you tell Troilus that he wasted all that time trying to get me pregnant as you had already accomplished that? I know that this child cannot replace your first child Alfred, and I would not want to. But I hope that he or she will bring you pride and joy.”

Quinn diverted the question away and instead told Aemilia certain parts of what Troilus had said and told her of his plans for Troilus when she was well enough to walk,

"He will deserve everything he gets, the man has no conscience, Judge for yourself, his parting words as I left him were 'What's all the fuss about they're only slaves?'"

He forgot for a moment that Aemilia's breasts and nipples were sore and bruised and suckled one ripe nipple in his mouth, tasting her, smelling her it was only when he heard her wince that he remembered and released the swollen bud.

"I have spoken to Paula, the woman who helped you and I think she would like to stay here with us, it is the least we can do. I also made her a promise that if you have no objection she calls her child when it arrives either Alfred or Lena depending of course whether it is a boy or girl, the ideal thing would be if between you you deliver one of each. One more thing Selina had a hand in your abduction and for that she will be sold at the slave auction tomorrow, Now you must rest."

 

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It was pure heaven when Quinn undressed and climbed in beside her in his bed. She wished that she too was naked, with his skin against hers. However, since she wore a light garment to protect her skin still tender from Troilus’s abuse, that would have to be for another time.

It was strange, but she noticed that any time that she mentioned the fact that she carried his child, Quinn always managed to change the subject. Was he not happy about it? He had never mentioned that he did not want it to happen. Worry tickled the back of her mind.

He held her next to him and assured her that the vile man would be punished once she was able to join in the plans that Quinn had. She would leave such things to him. After all, kidnapping her meant that Troilus had stolen Quinn’s personal property.

He parted the clothes that she wore to find her bare breast. His mouth found a nipple and sucked upon it. Without thinking she inhaled deeply and then groaned and winced. She had so missed him and their lovemaking. Quinn was a gentle, caring lover-everything that Troilus was not. After all, to Troilus she was just a slave and not even worth worrying about.

Quinn assured her that he would do all he could to make sure that Paula was now his property and would be safe here. That pleased her. The slave had befriended her at a time when it could have cost her and her child their lives. Paula would be having her child several months before she was due so could learn from her.

“…I also made her a promise that if you have no objection she calls her child when it arrives either Alfred or Lena depending of course whether it is a boy or girl, the ideal thing would be if between you you deliver one of each. One more thing Selina had a hand in your abduction and for that she will be sold at the slave auction tomorrow, Now you must rest."

That was sweet of him. He was worried that if it was fine with her, Paula could name her child after his wife or his son. Of course it was fine with her. The information about Selina having a hand in her abduction surprised her, and yet it did not.

“I knew that Selina did not like me, but I never thought that she would go so far as to aid Troilus in getting rid of me.”

Quinn looked a bit surprised by that and she felt that she should explain. “I accidentally overheard her telling Helena that I was a bad influence on you. She said that you should be settling down and starting a family and becoming a viable member of society, or something like that. Helena was appalled and when she scolded Selina, the woman basically told her to shut up and mind her own business. I think that despite not wanting to see her own mother punished, Helena will be better off without her mother always on her back always belittling her.”

He kissed her lips, a sweet kiss. His passion in check and she was aware that that was because of what she had suffered through. She looked forward to the time in the near future when they could once again have sex, and make love and enjoy each other.

Carefully he tucked her against his body, his arm carefully wrapped around her. Her head rested against his strong chest with his heart beating in her ear. It was like the beat of love, comforting her. Soon she slept, her mouth slightly open as little puffs of air escaped and gently stirred his chest hair. Her dreams were of Quinn and his baby that rested deep within her body. For some reason, she dreamed that it was a boy that rested in her arms.

 

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For the first time in several nights, Quinn slept well and soundly, waking feeling refreshed and with Aemilia beside him, he woke with his manhood hard and erect and wished that Aemilia was well enough to attend to it in her own special way, he lay still on his back with his shaft pointing to the ceiling like a flag pole and considered putting Aemilia's delicate little hand on it and leaving it to her as to whether she was well enough to give him some sort of relief. Eventually, though, he decided to let her sleep on and carefully slid out of bed and donned a short tunic and went to the culina for some bread and cheese and a goblet of wine, then on to Selina's room where he found her sitting on the edge of her bed her shoulders slumped forward awaiting her fate.

"It's time for us to Selina, leave your baggage, as a slave you have nothing but the clothes you wear and I actually own those as well but in my pity for you, you can keep them."

It was only a short walk to the slave auction here Quinn spoke to the rough-looking auctioneer,

"Get what you can for her, she holds no value for me, I will pay your fee and you may keep whatever you sell her for,"

Although Selina was the mother of a nineteen-year-old daughter she was only in her thirty-seventh year herself and still retained some of the looks of her youth, The slave master looked her up and down and gruffly said,

"Right let's have a look at you then, take your clothes off and look lively about it."


Selina was so surprised she took a few moments before she began to remove her tunic, too long for the slave master who hit her across her back with a long flexible cane that stung with every blow but left no permanent mark on tender flesh. Selina took the hint and practically tore off her tunic and stood shivering with fear under the gaze of the buyers and the slave master who leered at her and said,

"Not bad, not bad at all, nice firm tits, even firmer arse, open your mouth, I'm going to put my fingers in your mouth, I advise you not to bite."

Selina opened her mouth as instructed but gasped as the slave master pushed his fingers, first, between her legs and deep inside her then they were pushed into her mouth and into her throat making her gag.

"Hmmm, you're dry, no fucking good for a young man, never mind, I'm sure we can find someone who wants a workhorse and part-time whore, how long is it since you've had a cock inside you?"

Selina was so ashamed, in the early years after Helena had been born she was still used by her then-master, and then he had transferred his affections to a prettier, younger slave after which her nights of passion had dried up along with her libido. With downcast eyes she murmured softly,

"Fifteen years Sir,"

"I didn't hear you, tell me again, louder, so everyone can hear you."

"FIFTEEN YEARS, DAMN YOU,"

"So you've forgotten what a cock looks like then, perhaps we should remind you,"

The slave master turned to the audience and invited all those who were interested in buying her to have her suck their cocks. Soon there was a queue of almost twenty men each holding their erections, Selina was forced to her knees and her torture began as each man ravaged her mouth,

As she moved along the line Selina felt those long dormant urges resurfacing and she began to actually try to get each one to cum either in her mouth or on her body. At the end of the line she looked up at the slave master,

"How about you Sir? I am very wet now."

At this point Quinn left, he could see that Selina would be sold for one purpose only.

 

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Helena had hardly slept. All her life her Mother had always been there. That in itself was unusual as for the most part slave families were separated. Lovers torn apart. Children sold off so that the master was not burdened with a child that ate and yet was not able to work as hard as an adult. It was a way of life within the slaves of Rome.

Just how her mother had managed to keep the two of them together, she was not sure. She had no siblings. Her father? Selina had boasted that he had been a previous master. Once that she had been born, her mother worked hard to make sure that any time she was used, her womb was not a fertile vessel. Just what Selina had done to accomplish that she never taught Helena. According to her mother, Helen’s was too ugly to attract the attention of any man. Selina told her that she was too stupid to even survive on her own.

The words that her mother said to her had stung. She believed that she was not stupid but after a while, doubt started to tickle the back of her mind. Helena sat in her room all night, with her mother in the next room. Occasionally she could hear Selina crying.

It was barely dawn when she heard the Master enter Selina’s room.

"It's time for us to Selina, leave your baggage, as a slave you have nothing but the clothes you wear and I actually own those as well but in my pity for you, you can keep them."

Helena rose and crossed to the door and peeked through the curtain out into the hall. The Master passed by not even looking back at Selina. Selina came into view and for a moment their eyes met. She had hoped to see remorse in her mother’s eyes at the terrible thing that she had done.

Pure hatred showed in the glance that Selina gave her daughter before she turned and continued on to her fate.

Helena stepped back into her room and sat on her bed, tears stinging her eyes. After a few minutes she gathered herself together and dressed, then she headed for the culina to get some food to break her fast before starting work. She was surprised to find that it felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off of her shoulders.

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After the shameful start at the slave market, Selina found that her body seemed to remember the carnal pleasures on its own. At one point she looked for that ass Quinn and noted that the man was gone. She still felt that that Aemilia would prove to be his downfall.

The auctioneer slapped her face and for a moment anger flared in her eyes as she focused back on him.

“She may have to occasionally be reminded as to who the master is,” he called out and there was general laughter. “So, you think that you are wet enough? Let us see.” He pointed to a table as he tugged on the cheap leather collar around her neck that indicated that this slave was for sale. “Bend over it.”

Selina hesitated for just a second but it was enough to ensure a quick flick of that flexible cane on her bare buttocks. The audience of potential buyers basically had a view of what was to come with the auctioneer’s penis and her cunt the focus of their attentions. Selina was thankful to the gods that her face was turned to the back curtains and they could not see the tears of shame and pleasure that had been awakened.

Selina grunted as he plunged his penis into her and proceeded to give the men an intricate description of her.

“She is tight to a certain degree. Have you bore any children?”

“One.”

There was a murmur amongst the buyers as the slave auctioneer spent the next couple of minutes using her. Once he had spilled his seed in her, the bidding began. Through the whole thing she lay across the table, her sex turned to the audience.

Her mind went numb and she knew not how long she lay there as bidding slowly moved along. She was, after all, neither young not beautiful. She never even heard the sale price.

Suddenly she was pulled off the table and a leather collar replaced the auction collar. A leash was attached and she was led away by a rather brutish looking man. She followed meekly behind him and another man that was obviously free. Through the streets of Roma she walked, her face red with the shame.

Her heart dropped as she saw the direction that the walked. The soldier’s barracks were understaffed as the majority of the soldiers had left with Emperor Caesar, leaving a small contingency to protect Roma in the interim.

She was led to a small room, with the sound of men laughing and calling to each other off in another room. She could also hear the sounds of sex echoing through the barracks and she knew that somewhere in the complex were other women providing relief to the soldiers. The room was even smaller than her room back at the villa. It was dark and dirty and stunk of piss and sex. There was a stone bed with a blanket on it and a hole in the floor that was hooked into the sewer line. She was led to the bed where there was a shackle attached with a long chain to the wall. It was clamped around her ankle and the man locked it with a key.

“Enjoy your new home. Even those soldiers left to protect our city deserve some fun.”

She waited for the rules.

“Any man the enters has access to you. Whatever he wants to fuck, whatever hole, you do it and show enthusiasm or there will be hell to pay. Your sole purpose is to provide sex to him. You will be fed twice a day, bread and a small piece of cheese in the morning and whatever they can get at night. If a soldier enters your room in the middle of the night, you do what he says. I am the only person with a keys to unlock you.”

He looked at her. “Now, to work.”

And with that the man left as a soldier entered her room and Selina began her new life. Within about 4 months her dead body would be thrown into a pit with other dead slaves.

 

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As he left Selina to her fate he noticed a group of black male slaves up for auction, among them a very fit-looking, proud young man displaying his enormous appendage, which rivalled that of Quinn himself, to a gathering of high-born Roman women, all pretending not to look but giggling as they peeked over the top of their fans

He sought out the auctioneer and asked if he might speak to the slave for a moment,

"Two minutes," he replied surlily, upset that the women were getting a free show but none were buying.

Quinn told the young man, "I can get you out of here and into a job you could never dream of, first though, your name?"

"I am called Drongo."

Quinn smiled at that, "I should have guessed, you come from Africa is that right?"

Drongo answered warily, "Yes, neighbour to Egypt,"

"Do you know of a tribe called Butomi or a Princess Atoomo or a woman called Naomi?"

"No, I have never heard of any of those names,"

Quinn mused to himself "HMMMM, just as I thought, Naomi is making all this up but she has convinced Caesar and nothing will shake him from that so long as she is happy."

Quinn pointed to Drongo's appendage,

"Can you use that, last for perhaps two hours at a time and be ready to go again within the hour,"

Drongo's face broke into a big smile his teeth gleamed brilliant white,

"Just show me the way," he nodded towards the Roman women, "I could fuck all of them in an hour and be ready to start again but they would be exhausted."

"Fine, I'll settle up with the auctioneer and we'll be on our way."

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"Where the fuck have you been Quinn? I was expecting you hours ago, I've had to make do with this in the meantime," she threw a heavy wooden object in his direction,

Quinn picked it up and noticed the intricate carving around the shaft, designed to give the maximum friction.

"I hope that didn't fully satisfy you, Naomi, I told you before I will not be keeping my side of the bargain but I have taken the trouble and expense to find an adequate replacement. You can come in now Drongo, Meet Naomi, be careful, she bites"

Drongo had prepared himself for this moment, he knew he had to impress from that first moment. His manhood lay in the palm of his hand throbbing and rippling like a live snake.

"You can touch it you know, it's going deep inside you and stay there until I've emptied my balls inside you or you tell me you can't take anymore."

Naomi couldn't resist a challenge and this certainly looked like a challenge, she slid off her couch and crawled on her hands and knees to where Drongo's mighty phallus lay in wait.

"You can go, Quinn, don't bother coming again unless I call you."

 

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She woke up to a couple of birds having a serious argument just outside the window. At least that was what it sounded like. Aemilia stretched carefully testing her body to see how it was healing. Movement was a bit easier which pleased her. Her buttock were still quite sore but she probably needed to have the dressing changed. And she could tell that the smaller cuts were healing as they were starting to itch.

She felt the bed where Quinn had been laying. It was cool, so he had been up for some time. But just sleeping in his arms had been so comforting. She wondered where he was and what was he doing.

There was a soft knock at the door and Aemilia called out to whoever it was. Decima entered carrying a bowl of fresh water and clean bandages, smiling at her.

“How are you feeling today, Aemilia?”

“Much better. Thank you dear friend. Have you seen the Master?”

“No, I have not. But Julie told me that he stopped by the culina very early this morning and broke his fast.” Decima paused as if unsure as to whether or not to speak. “Aemilia, he then left with Selina following along behind him. Faye saw them pass and she said that Selina looked desolate. And when Helena came in to grab some food, she quietly said that her mother was being sold this morning.”

“How was Helena handling it all?”

“She seemed remarkably calm about the entire thing. She was honest and Selina was not. I understand that Helena is now in charge of the laundry and that new slave, Paula, will be working under Helena until her pregnancy prevents it.”

Carefully Decima proceeded to remove the bandages on Aemilia’s buttocks and clean the wounds.

“This is looking much better. As long as we keep up the treatment there should not be any scarring.”

Aemilia gritted as she tried to keep from crying out in pain.

“I know that it hurts. I’m almost done.”

Decima finally smeared the aloe mixture and wrapped the wounds up.

“I will be back in a minute with food. You just relax and recuperate.”

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A small voice in the back of her mind kept whispering to Lucia, telling her to run. All her life she had listened to it. But this time she was hesitating. She hated to lose the wealth that she had accumulated, she hated to lose the prestige she had gain. After all, she was here in Rome, the center of the civilized world, perhaps even the universe. Emperor Caesar knew her. And she had a man like the Mighty Quinn on a line. At least, she thought that she did although at the moment she could not seem to get through to him. And besides, just where would she run to next? Egypt?

She lay on her bed at the moment, her naked body needy. With her legs spread wide, she looked between them at Brutus, watching his hairy ass hump up and down as he fucked her. The slave was fine but his member did not measure up to Quinn’s.

“Are you certain that he has not answered my summons?”

“Yes…mistress,” Brutus grunted between each thrust. “They…would…not..even…allow …entry…”

Lucia suddenly shoved the slave off of her. Brutus fell back, panting while his member was wet and still hard. His mistress was frustrating his libido.

“I want you to head for Troilus’s country villa. Do you remember where it is?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Talk to him. Find out if that servus sexus is still with him. And report back to me.”

Brutus was frustrated. He really wanted to just fuck her and then get back to work. But it wasn’t to be.

So it was that he left out as the afternoon came to the Roman countryside. He was not a runner and it could take him an entire day to get to the villa, talk to Troilus and return.

At least, this got him out in the nice countryside.

 

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On his way home Quinn made a slight detour to confirm with the stonemason and the carpenter that they would start the bed improvement work in the slaves' quarters the next day and that two would be completed each day so there would be the least disruption, With that settled Quinn hurried home to see Aemilia and check on her wounds.

She was dozing when he arrived, her red hair splayed out across the pillow, unsure whether to wake her or not he just stroked her hair and let the soft, silky tresses slide through his fingers, he leaned over her and kissed her soft pink lips and to his delight in her sleep Aemilia's wet, pink tongue peeked between her lips and he extended his tongue so they met and kissed with Aemilia completely unaware, His heart ached as he wished her wounds to heal quickly as he missed her so much, it seemed like a lifetime since they last made love.

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Paula soon got into the laundry routine with Helena proud of her new job and being in charge. Helena was well aware of Paula's condition and only gave her the lightest of tasks which Paula soon finished and asked what else she should do,

"Why don't you ask Decima, she could sometimes do with an extra pair of hands."

Paula asked Decima if she need any help and Decima said "There is nothing urgent but why don't you go into the garden and find Gaius, tell him you need some onions and potatoes and some apples, and he will get them for you and show where you can get them yourself next time, as I said, it is not urgent and they will be quite heavy so take as many trips as you need."

Paula soon found Gaius a well-built, weather-beaten man about ten years older than Paula, but to Paula, he seemed quite handsome,

"Hmmmmm, carrots, onions, potatoes and apples you say, come with me I'll show you where you can find them, oddly enough the apples grow on trees, so I will have to get them for you."

Paula replied rather testily "Thank you Gaius but Decima didn't say she wanted carrots and I do know that apples grow on trees, I'm not stupid."

"I know you're not stupid Paula, it was meant as a joke, to cheer you up after what you've been through, oh and the carrots Decima didn't say she DIDN'T want any did she?"

Paula smiled as she saw the joke for what it was, suddenly she felt a faint flutter in her belly and clutched at it. Gaius saw it and rushed to her side, "What is it, Paula? Is it the baby?"

"It's alright, the baby kicked me, the very first time."


"You don't have to but can I feel I've never had the opportunity before."

"Of course, Gaius, just there, gentle like."

After Gaius felt the baby kick the smile on his said it all, he was so happy,

"Can I feel it every time you come for fruit and vegetables?"

Paula felt a flood of feelings that she didn't recognize and muttered,

"Yes, of course, could you get my order please?"

Paula panicked and needed to get away as quickly as possible.

She got her order and found a small trolley on which she piled everything and hauled it to the culina

 

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She woke up to a couple of birds having a serious argument just outside the window. At least that was what it sounded like. Aemilia stretched carefully testing her body to see how it was healing. Movement was a bit easier which pleased her. Her buttock were still quite sore but she probably needed to have the dressing changed. And she could tell that the smaller cuts were healing as they were starting to itch.

She felt the bed where Quinn had been laying. It was cool, so he had been up for some time. But just sleeping in his arms had been so comforting. She wondered where he was and what was he doing.

There was a soft knock at the door and Aemilia called out to whoever it was. Decima entered carrying a bowl of fresh water and clean bandages, smiling at her.

“How are you feeling today, Aemilia?”

“Much better. Thank you dear friend. Have you seen the Master?”

“No, I have not. But Julie told me that he stopped by the culina very early this morning and broke his fast.” Decima paused as if unsure as to whether or not to speak. “Aemilia, he then left with Selina following along behind him. Faye saw them pass as she was returning from gathering water, and she said that Selina looked desolate. And when Helena came in to grab some food, she quietly said that her mother was being sold this morning.”

“How was Helena handling it all?”

“She seemed remarkably calm about the entire thing. She was honest and Selina was not. I understand that Helena is now in charge of the laundry and that new slave, Paula, will be working under Helena until her pregnancy prevents it.”

Carefully Decima proceeded to remove the bandages on Aemilia’s buttocks and clean the wounds.

“This is looking much better. As long as we keep up the treatment there should not be any scarring.”

Aemilia gritted as she tried to keep from crying out in pain.

“I know that it hurts. I’m almost done.”

Decima finally smeared the aloe mixture and wrapped the wounds up in fresh bandages.

“I will be back in a minute with food. You just relax and recuperate.”

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A small voice in the back of her mind kept whispering to Lucia, telling her to run. All her life she had listened to it. But this time she was hesitating. She hated to lose the wealth that she had accumulated, she hated to lose the prestige she had gain. After all, she was here in Rome, the center of the civilized world, perhaps even the universe. Even Emperor Caesar knew her. And she had a man like the Mighty Quinn on a line. At least, she thought that she did although at the moment she could not seem to get through to him. And besides, just where would she run to next if she had to escape? Egypt? Crete? Carthage?

She lay on her bed at the moment, her naked body needy. With her legs spread wide, she looked between them at Brutus, watching his hairy ass hump up and down as he fucked her. The slave was fine but his member did not measure up to Quinn’s.

“Are you certain that he has not answered my summons?”

“Yes…mistress,” Brutus grunted between each thrust. “They…would…not..even…allow …me…entry…”

Lucia suddenly shoved the slave off of her. Brutus fell back, panting while his member was wet and still hard. His mistress was frustrating his libido.

“I want you to head for Troilus’s country villa. Do you remember where it is?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Talk to him. Find out if that servus sexus is still with him. And report back to me.”

Brutus was frustrated. He really wanted to just fuck her and then get back to work. But it wasn’t to be.

So it was that he left out as the afternoon came to the Roman countryside. He was not a runner and it could take him an entire day to get to the villa, talk to Troilus and return.

But at least this got him out in the nice countryside. For that he was thankful.

Lucia called her cook and looked at the woman when she finally arrived in her chambers. The slave seemed nervous, shuffling her feet as she stared at the floor. She was well aware of just why her mistress had called her in.

“Well?” The silence seemed deafening to the slave.

“I have not heard from Selina. I have tried to contact her without being obvious but… I am sorry, mistress. No one from The Mighty Quinn’s household is talking. I even tried her daughter and the girl just ignored me.”

The slave jumped when the glass case flew through the air and hit the wall beside her.

“Clean that up and get out of here!” It was more of a screech than a yell that pierced through the air in the room. The cook knew better than to hesitate. She quickly knelt down and picked up as much of the broken vase as possible before fairly running back to her culina.

 

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Quinn gazed at his Aemilia as she lay sleeping, her face already beginning to look better than when she first came back home and he had no doubt that the wounds on her rear were improving with being taken care of by Decima and Julie. Tentatively he parted her sleepwear ad exposed her pale alabaster breasts, they rose and fell as she breathed and with a loving smile, he stroked the silky soft curves of her breasts, wanting her to wake up and press his hand to her magnificent orbs and tell him that she loves him.

"Tomorrow my love, you and Paula will have your revenge, then I will take mine."

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Brutus stood at the gates to Troilus's villa and hammered on the wooden gates but no one answered. Knowing that Lucia wouldn't be happy if he returned not having spoken to anyone he climbed over the wall surrounding the villa and began searching for someone, anyone, who could tell him what he wanted to know,

Finally, he found a slave cowering in the culina, stuffing herself with as much food as she could find,

"Where is everyone? Where is Master Troilus? Mistress Lucia wishes to speak with him, where's Nerva? Is he not here?"
"Gone, they've all gone, we were broken into and Master Troilus and two women slaves were taken away, Nerva was chained but they were gone by the time he got free and now he's scarpered, said he'd sooner be on the run than work for Troilus, the bastard, everyone else left as well, just me left."

Brutus knew it would do no good to interrogate the woman further and looked around looking for clues as to who might have taken Troilus but found nothing. He wasn't looking forward to reporting back to Lucia with nothing to tell her, He would get the blame he was certain, even though he wasn't even there. Lucia was like that, blaming the nearest person to her and screaming and shouting at them, sometimes she would make him fuck her and whip him while he was doing it.

He took a circuitous route back to Lucia's villa to face Lucia's wrath.

 

[Opensesame54321]

She was unsure of just what it was that woke her up but she slowly became aware that she was not alone. Opening her eyes, Quinn stood over her, looking at her with a mixture of desire and worry. She was really not aware at that moment that he was gently stroking her breast. A smile crossed her lips.

“Hello, my Love. Did you say something?” For some reason she thought that he had said something to her just before she woke up, but it could have been a dream.

He seemed happy that she was awake and bent down to kiss her. He was still careful with the bruising on that side of her face though it felt as if most of the swelling had subsided. She was thankful for that.

His hand still carefully stroked her breast. “That feels nice.” She had really missed him these last couple of days

But something bothered her. She knew that he was aware that she carried his child. After all, Decima had told her that she had told Quinn and that he was happy about it. But when she mentioned the babe to Quinn himself, he seemed to always change the subject. Had Decima misunderstood how he felt?

Was he not happy about it? Was this something that he did not want? Was he angry at her? It confused and worried her. She so hoped that he would not want to sell the baby. Even it he never wanted to acknowledge that the child had been fathered by him, she would know.

Perhaps it was best to find out just what his feelings were. She looked up at him, taking a deep breath before mentioning it.

“Quinn, my love, there is something that I must speak to you about. It is about your child that I carry. Does it not please you? I understand that he or she will not be considered your legal child since I am not a free citizen or your spouse but I swear that I will love and cherish him or her and watch over your child. And I will not shirk my responsibilities. My mother was able to do it and I can too. I love you so very much and only wish to please you and make you happy.”

She looked up at him with complete love in her eyes.

“And as soon as I have healed, then I will show you just how much I love you.”

 

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Aemilia's firm young breast felt warm and soft under his hand and somehow comforting,

"That feels nice, " she murmured but then she looked up at him, took a deep breath and asked,

“Quinn, my love, there is something that I must speak to you about. It is about your child that I carry. Does it not please you? I understand that he or she will not be considered your legal child since I am not a free citizen or your spouse but I swear that I will love and cherish him or her and watch over your child. And I will not shirk my responsibilities. My mother was able to do it and I can too. I love you so very much and only wish to please you and make you happy.”

She looked up at him so he could see the love shining in her green eyes,



"Aemilia my love, of course I am pleased that you carry my child, there is no doubt that it is mine and I trust you to be a true and loving mother to it whether it be a boy or girl. There are two things that I should have told you before now but one is I do not want our child to grow up and be raised as a slave, whether anything can be done I don't know yet, maybe Caesar can do something. The other thing is more personal and it frightens me to think about it. When Alfred was born Lena had a very difficult time giving birth and she was so weak she could not move, For four days she lay there, hovering between life and death, as you know she recovered but the memory lingers on, I do not want you to suffer the same, that is why I try to avoid talking about the baby.

“And as soon as I have healed, then I will show you just how much I love you.”

Quinn smiled at that and with a devilish flourish he reached under his tunic and brought out his swollen, hard manhood,

"There does not appear to be anything wrong with your hand is there? And perhaps a gentle kiss on the tip will remind you of the taste."

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"Aemilia my love, of course I am pleased that you carry my child, there is no doubt that it is mine and I trust you to be a true and loving mother to it whether it be a boy or girl. There are two things that I should have told you before now but one is I do not want our child to grow up and be raised as a slave, whether anything can be done I don't know yet, maybe Caesar can do something. The other thing is more personal and it frightens me to think about it. When Alfred was born Lena had a very difficult time giving birth and she was so weak she could not move, For four days she lay there, hovering between life and death, as you know she recovered but the memory lingers on, I do not want you to suffer the same, that is why I try to avoid talking about the baby”

“My love, each woman is different and bearing children always comes with risks. You used to risk your life every day in the arena when you were a gladiator. It is a part of life. None of us are guaranteed an easy life. And I have no desire to die in childbirth. But if it happens, and I am able to provide you a child, then I do it willingly.”

Reaching out, she took his hand and smiled at him.

“I agree with you. I would not want our child to be a slave, to be afraid of being sold. Being a slave is all that I have ever known, but one always wants more for their child, whether it is a better life or whatever. My Mother could not do that for me nor for my brothers. But if I can give our children freedom…” she paused for a moment choking with emotion at the thought. Quinn squeezed her hand, understanding. After all, it had not been that long ago that he had been a slave, forced to fight daily for his life.

She continued. “…if we are able to have our children free citizens, then I will have accomplished what my Mother and her Mother never was able to do. I want your child to have a better life. I want our child to have a better life. A life that makes you proud. For I love you with all of my heart. And as soon as I have healed, then I will show you just how much I love you.”

In typical Quinn fashion, he quickly reached under his tunic and showed her his manhood, all swollen and needy. He gave her a devilish grin as he held his member in his hand as if making an offering to her.

"There does not appear to be anything wrong with your hand is there? And perhaps a gentle kiss on the tip will remind you of the taste.”

She smiled at the sight. “Could it be that you have missed me? And if I kiss your offering, will it remember me?” She teased him.

So that it was easier for her to reach his body, Quinn quickly slipped his tonic off and climbed into the bed with her. Her small hand gently reached out and wrapped around his manhood. She felt it twitch in her hand, causing her to give a little giggle.

“He does remember me.” Carefully she leaned over and kissed the tip, tasting so familiar. Slowly she began to stroke him looking up at Quinn as she did so while she snuggled up against him. At one point she moved wrong and her buttocks flared in pain, causing her to wince.

“I’m sorry, Love. I will be better in a couple of days and then I can really show you just how much I have missed you. I guess that my hand will have to give you relief for the time being.”

 

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“I’m sorry, Love. I will be better in a few days and then I can show you how much I have missed you. I guess my hand will have to relieve you for the time being.”

Aemiilia's tiny hand and deft fingers stroking his manhood soon brought him relief, sooner than he wanted but the relief he felt as his thick sperm spurted over her hand and along her arm, was exquisite, he threw his head back and sighed his pleasure, He would have loved to have her sweet cherry red lips sucking on his manhood and her tongue sliding wetly along his thick shaft but having tried once she had winced and he couldn't ask her to be in pain in order to give him pleasure so he settled for her gentle but determined stroking. They snuggled together with her warm soft body against his, one arm curled around her while the other rolled her fat juicy nipple between his fingers, coaxing it to swell to the size of a strawberry, He ran a finger along her arm collecting a sizeable glob of his sperm and pressed it to her lips,

"Taste it, my love, I know how much you love it.

Aemilia giggled and flicked her little pink tongue at his proffered finger and removed the creamy sperm, they made a little game of it where he would collect some more sperm and proffer it to her waiting lips then as she extended her tongue to lick it he moved it just out of reach until she was following his teasing finger with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Don't be so greedy, you can have as much as you like when you are well." Quinn jokily chided her but he finally relented and let her lick his finger clean. They played and laughed for a while, just enjoying being together again. Quinn didn't quiz Aemilia about the details of what Troilus did to her, he was confident enough to know that she would tell him in her own time. Eventually, weariness overcame them both and they drifted off to sleep curled in each other's arms

 

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For a while she and Quinn spent time just enjoying and teasing each other. He was very aware of the ordeal that she had been through and was careful with her. She knew that he wanted to question her as to just what Troilus had done to her, worried about her. The bruise on her face was fading and the swelling had pretty much gone down.

As for her buttocks, they were still sore and more of the cuts were itching which told her that they were healing. It really hurt when pressed against it but she knew that it would soon heal.

It was sweet that Quinn was worried about her and her pregnancy. And she agreed with him that she did not want their child to be a slave. To tell the truth, before she had come to Quinn, slavery was just part of life that she accepted. She had been a slave all of her life, her mother had been a slave, and as far as she knew her mother had been a slave. And yet, in this short time as a servus sexus to Quinn she had learned that sometimes there is a way out of slavery. And if anyone could find a way out, that was Quinn.

Soon they were asleep, with Quinn holding her gently in his arms as if to protect her from the evils of the world.

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It was damn uncomfortable in here. And the air was cool. His life had become hell. His mouth was killing him and the space where several of his teeth had been had stopped bleeding some time ago. His whole body ached. He was shackled to the wall and there was a rock bed nearby. Occasionally one of Quinn’s slaves would come in with some gruel that he would not even feed to a dog. He tried talking to the slave, promising him anything if he would just help him escape this madman.

“We know what you did to Aemilia.”

“I did not do anything that any other master would not do to his slave.”

“Master Quinn would not have done this. And he would never steal another citizen’s property.”

“Listen…”

The slave turned and left, closing the door and throwing the bolt in place. Troilus sat down on the hard bed and looked at the bowl on the floor. He would have Quinn back in the gladiatorial ring fighting for his life against a pack of lions as soon as he was able to send word to Caesar. Hell, maybe even Philo or Cato would take care of this for him. Either way, as soon as he got out of here, he would take his revenge.

Or maybe let Nerva teach Quinn a lesson. After all, since he had gained his freedom, the man was not as fit as he had been. Nerva could probably break Quinn’s back.

Troilus chuckled to himself at the thought of that. His mouth hurt as he worked out various forms of punishment that he would have done to that slave upstart.

 

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As Quinn woke he found Aemilia snoring gently in his arms, his manhood swelled at the sight of her partially clothed body, swathed in bandages around her waist but her soft womanly breasts hung free, He took her hand and placed it on his shaft in the hope that she would give him some relief when she awoke. Julie, however, put all thoughts of that out of his mind as she brought them both breakfast and asked,

"You are going to deal with that monster we have incarcerated in the icehouse today, my Lord? Would you like me to bring your gladiator's armour and sword?"

"He will be dealt with today but first he must face the scorn and derision of his fellow citizens as he is paraded through the streets with everyone being made aware of his crimes, Aemilia and Paula will bear proof of his guilt. load my armour and weapon onto the cart, tell Gaius he will be driving the cart, he must fetch the prisoner and fasten him to the rear of the cart.

After they had breakfasted and dressed to travel into the city Quinn sorted everyone out,

"Gaius you will drive the cart, at a slow walking pace, Aemilia and Paula you will hold the line to Troilus, making sure he does not lag too far behind, I will walk with him giving him a prod now and then."

In the courtyard, they found the cart with Troilus tied to the rear, slumped down on his knees with just a loincloth keeping his modesty, Quinn handed a thin but strong silk length of string to Aemilia and told her,

"You can do the honours, nice and tight around his balls, make sure the loop can slide, Paula you can hold the string, if you feel Troilus is slacking give a quick jerk and it will tighten around his balls, If it tightens too much his balls could drop off,"

Before they opened the gates Quinn hung a placard around Troilus's neck, proclaiming his crimes,

I AM A THIEF AND A RAPIST​

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"Hold hard, he needs the humiliation and shame in front of his fellow citizens.​

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He then tore the loincloth from Troilus so he was stark naked,​

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"Take note fellow citizens of Rome, see how puny he is, don't be misled into thinking how could anyone with such minuscule equipment commit rape? Believe me, he uses force and fear into his victim, these two women have both suffered at his hands we invite you to show your opinion of him in whatever manner you choose once we reach the gladiator school."​

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