CAESAR'S REWARD

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Aemilia awoke to Quinn looking somewhat sheepish, unaware that Julie had almost caught him preparing to have a bit of morning entertainment. The cook carried in a tray of food so that she and Quinn could break their fast.

While they ate, Julie spoke to the Master, asking of just how he planned to serve his justice. She noted that he planned for both she and Paula to help mete out their retribution before he had his chance with Troilus in the gladiatorial ring. Of course, Troilus was anything but a fighter. Quinn would probably cleave the man in two easily.

The thought then occurred to her. Hopefully Quinn would not be punished for taking the law into his own hands. The Emperor may be away on campaign but surely there were others that had been left to fill the vacancies of power within the city. Troilus had basically stolen property of Quinn, and proceeded to abuse and beat that property. Had she been Quinn’s spouse, the man could easily be thrown to the lions.

All of this ran through her mind as Quinn gave his instructions as to who was to do what. And after they had finished their meal, he dressed. Normally she would have dressed him and made certain that his toga with the umbo and the sinus draped around and over one arm, showing all that he was a free citizen. Everyone else that would be joining in this display were slaves.

After Quinn left to make certain that all of his orders were being done according to his wishes, Paula and Decima and Helena arrived to aid Aemilia in dressing. As they undressed her and carefully changed the bandages that covered the cuts on her buttocks, Decima gave a small cry and clapped her hands.

“Aemilia, I do believe that your tummy has grown just a bit more.”

Aemilia smiled at her. “Only a very little bit. I have quite a way to go before I show like Paula.” She smiled at her newest friend. “Are you happy with your room here? Are you happy here?”

Paula smiled back. “Yes. I cannot believe the difference between here and Troilus’s villa. Here I am treated honorably. I even have my own room. The food is very good. Sometimes we were fed food that had gone bad, like stale and molded bread and cheeses, or rotted fruit. Not all the time but enough that you learned to check before eating it.”

Soon they were gathered in the courtyard, with Gaius in the cart hold the reins and a very forlorn-looking Troilus kneeling behind the cart wearing only a loincloth, a noticeable bruise around his mouth. Quinn must have hit him. She and Paula stood nearby and Aesop was over to the side. The rest of the household would be staying at the villa.

Quinn handed one end of a long silk cord to her and instructed her to carefully tie it around Troilus’s sac. It seemed strange to do such a thing to a citizen but it also was somewhat freeing, showing some power over this man that had done the horrible things to her and Paula. She reached under his loincloth and immediately found Troilus’s manhood starting to try and rise just from her touch. She looked him in the eyes and his right eyebrow lifted ever so slightly at her, as if to say “enjoying yourself?”

“Oh, he has no idea what is about to happen to him,” she thought. Finding his sac she carefully tied the silk around it just as Quinn had instructed. Finally Troilus realized just what Quinn was saying and his attitude changed.

"… 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,"

She noticed that Troilus blanched as he heard Quinn’s instructions. She finished and told Paula to give a test light jerk. Troilus winced.

Before opening the gates, Quinn hung a sign around Troilus’s neck with writing on it but since she could not read, she did not know what it said. Paula too could not read and glanced at her and shook her head and shrugged.

As the gates opened, Quinn stopped them and said something about humiliating Troilus. Whereupon he snatched the loincloth off and suddenly Troilus stood there totally naked save for the silk strand that she had tied around his sac.

At first Troilus straightened up as if proud for others to see him naked. Gaius started the cart at a slow pace and Paula and Aemilia followed, with Paula giving a tug on the strand. Troilus gave a cry out and shuffled along while Quinn called out to the people that began to gather along the way.

“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.”

Some people laughed, some spit upon him. Occasional women would laugh at him, or show their disgust at him. Aemilia was thankful that they were traveling at a slow pace as her buttocks began to get sore the longer she walked. She hoped that she would not have to sit once they reached the gladiatorial school. Meanwhile, Quinn kept prodding Troilus along as they headed through the streets.

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Brutus took his time returning to his mistress. He was certain that Lucia would not be in a good mood when he told her just what he had discovered. She would probably blame all of it on him. There were times when he would rather snap her neck than put up with her insanity.

The gates of her villa loomed ahead of him and he felt dread fill his stomach. In the distance he could hear a crowd gathered somewhere in the marketplace. No telling just what that was all about. Upon entering the villa, one of the slaves spied him and gave him a warning.

“The mistress has been absolutely livid waiting for you. She talked about reporting you as a runaway.”

Dreading what was to come, Brutus knocked and entered when he heard her surly answer. The instant that she saw him she started yelling at him.

“Just where have you been! Fucking around with all the slaves at Troilus’s villa! I know you!”

“I have not mistress. Dominus Troilus was not at his villa.”

“WHAT!!! YOU ARE LYING!!!”

He didn’t think that she could get louder, but she did.

“Mistress, every one was gone save for one poor slave that was eating food.”

There was a loud roar outside the villa and Lucia scowled and called for Domitia. When her personal slave arrived, she told her, “Go see what that noise is all about and tell them to be quiet. They are bothering me.”

Domitia quickly left to do as her mistress bid while Brutus once more tried to explain just what he found at Troilus’s villa. In a couple of minutes Domitia came running back inside to her mistress.

“Mistress, you must come outside and see this. I have never seen anything like it before.” Before Lucia could say anything, the slave ran back outside laughing and calling out.

 

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The crowd grew and became more boisterous as the cart wound its way through the streets towards the marketplace, the crowd behaving as Quinn hoped they would, calling the abject figure of Troilus names, and women laughing at his flaccid manhood,

"Call that thing between your legs a cock? I've seen bigger and more impressive things on a babe in arms."

"Do you put that sorry-looking thing in a splint when you rape a woman?" These were just some of the remarks directed at Troilus by the young and old women. Troilus was also bombarded with rotting cabbages, tomatoes, and rotten peeled bananas.

Troilus cowered away from the missiles thrown at him, making it difficult for him to keep up with the slow-moving cart, only for Quinn to slash a cane across his naked rear. "Keep up Troilus or I will ask Paula to tighten the cord around your balls." Troilus could only scowl.

Suddenly Paula stood stock still and pointed, shouting into the crowd, "There, she is there, the woman who was at his house prior to Aemilia being brought to Troilus."

It so happened that Paula had the cord connected to Troilus, wound around her wrist and as she pointed it tightened considerably and the loop tightened on his balls, causing him to screech in agony.

Quinn's head snapped around to scan the crowd when Paula called out, he spotted a figure with a scarf on her head and covering her face trying to push her way out of the crowd. pushing people out of the way Quinn went after her, needing to know who this mystery woman was.

Quinn was too fast for her and caught her on the very outer edge of the crowd, and as he suspected, it was Lucia looking back at him with fear in her eyes,

"I,,, I,,,,,I'm sorry Quinn, I didn't know, it was only so I could comfort you and have you as my lover, I have never known a man like you, you make me feel young again, I'm getting old and will soon lose my looks, one last fling is all I ask."

Quinn looked at the pitiful woman,

"This is all your doing Lucia, your lust making you stop at nothing to get what you want, you were prepared to send a young girl to a life of sexual persecution with a man who also has no morals, he is about to pay for that but you deserve equal punishment, that you shall have in equal measure, for you though, there will be no pain for I do not hurt women. i want you out of our lives for good so I demand that you leave Rome TONIGHT! You may take only what you can carry, leaving behind all your slaves and go alone wheresoever you please but never return to Rome. Caesar will be informed of your actions when he returns and decide what further punishment is required,"

Lucia begged and pleaded with Quinn, promising to serve him in every way, although it was clear that she was still thinking only of serving him in his bed.

"Don't waste your breath Lucia, you are nothing more than a common whore, You disgust me."

He turned away from her and called over his shoulder, "SUNSET, BE GONE BY SUNSET."

 

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The crowds were wild, making it difficult to see just what was happening. She could see Domitia some distance ahead, laughing and pointing at something. As soon as she got that stupid slave back to the villa she was going to beat the slave and teach her a lesson.

“Over here, mistress. You can see better over here.” Now Brutus understood a bit as to why Troilus’s country villa was empty. It would be interesting to see how Lucia handled it.

Lucia pushed her way through to where Brutus stood, breaking through to the front of the crowd. She felt panic suddenly flood her body. There was a cart with one of Quinn’s slaves driving the ass that pulled it. Behind it walked some slave that was obviously heavy with child and that bitch Aemilia. Seeing her once again with Quinn angered her. It was so obvious to her that he was in love with that slave.

Behind them was Troilus. Not quite as appealing as the last time that she had fucked him. His face was bruised and he appeared to be missing a few teeth. There was a sign hung around his neck proclaiming him a thief and a rapist. Troilus was totally naked save for that sign, and something that appeared to be tied to his penis. Or was it his sac.

Then she noticed Quinn bringing up this little gathering, smacking Troilus’s naked ass. In her head the voice was screaming at her. DANGER! RUN SOUTH! GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!

"There, she is there, the woman who was at his house prior to Aemilia being brought to Troilus."

Lucia didn’t know how she heard that slave over the roar of the crowd but for a brief moment she locked eyes with the pregnant slave and suddenly knew that she was in danger. Turning she pushed her way through the crowd, shoving Brutus out of her way.

Her heart was beating as if trying to escape her body. There was suddenly even more people in her way, blocking her escape. She shoved and beat against bodies, pushing and fighting to get away.

She was abruptly stopped by a large hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face Quinn. She was afraid. She had seen what he had done to Troilus. Would he do the same thing to her? And all for that damn slave. Damn!!! She should have told him to give that woman a larger dose. It would have guaranteed the death of her.

Her brain was screaming at her to play on his sympathies.

"I,,, I,,,,,I'm sorry Quinn, I didn't know, it was only so I could comfort you and have you as my lover, I have never known a man like you, you make me feel young again, I'm getting old and will soon lose my looks, one last fling is all I ask."

If there was some way to get him in bed again, then maybe she could get his mind off of that bitch Aemilia. And if not, then she would make her escape.

Just as long as he didn’t discover that the entire plot was her idea. But his next words crushed her hopes.

"This is all your doing Lucia, your lust making you stop at nothing to get what you want, you were prepared to send a young girl to a life of sexual persecution with a man who also has no morals, he is about to pay for that but you deserve equal punishment, that you shall have in equal measure, for you though, there will be no pain for I do not hurt women. i want you out of our lives for good so I demand that you leave Rome TONIGHT! You may take only what you can carry, leaving behind all your slaves and go alone wheresoever you please but never return to Rome. Caesar will be informed of your actions when he returns and decide what further punishment is required,"

“Please! Quinn, show mercy upon me. I am merely a woman that desired to be with you. Let me serve you. You know that I can show you pleasures that your Aemilia has not learned yet. I could aid you in times when she is not available. Please. Oh! Oh! Oh, and I could aid you in your rise through Roman society. I know and am known to many of Roman society. Please, oh please show mercy.

"Don't waste your breath Lucia, you are nothing more than a common whore, You disgust me."

The look on his face no longer held a brief glimpse of desire like it had in the past. Where he had held her still, her skin felt scorched as he released her and walked away, disgust on his face. The crowds around her had pulled back, listening to the entire conversation. She suddenly felt alone.

Quinn called back over his shoulder.

"SUNSET, BE GONE BY SUNSET."

She looked around. The crowd was eerily quiet and the looks on their faces told her that there was no hope any support for her.

She turned and ran into Brutus. He stood there staring at her. But at least he was still her slave

“Come. Help me pack. We leave for Carthage!”

 

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Brutus had been at Lucia's side for several years now and had been a loyal slave to her being allowed into her bed on special occasions but when she turned to him and ordered him to help her pack,

“Come. Help me pack. We leave for Carthage!”

He hesitated at the change that had taken place with her since she had spoken to Quinn, gone was the proud, good-looking woman who could enchant most men into her bed with just one look into her dark seductive eyes. Now what stood before him was a broken and bent wrinkled crone,

"I,,,,, I,,,, I am sorry mistress Lucia, I cannot serve you any longer, Quinn, the gladiator said you must go alone, if I go with you he may find us and punish us both, I don't think you understand what a shock today has been, you should go home first and then look into a polished copper plate." he dare not tell her how she now looked,

Lucia felt abandoned by everyone she trusted, especially Brutus, she would never admit it to him or even herself but she enjoyed Brutus's fine slave cock inside her. He had been the one person she could depend on but now he was deserting her, and what did he mean by saying she should look at her reflection, dread and panic flowed through her and she seized a copper pan from a stall and held it up to see her reflection.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NO, NO, NO" Her scream could be heard all over the market square and as Lucia chased after Quinn and the cart, the crowd parted, and even Quinn felt a stab of sorrow at what had happened to Lucia but he stayed firm,

"You will need to rely on your wits to live now Lucia, I doubt you will ever know a man's touch again."

Lucia knew he was right and she was beaten but already her mind was working on a plan to recover from this, CARTHAGE, WATCH OUT

 

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Aemilia watched as Quinn took off after the woman draped in the clothing of a free citizen. Only Paula had seen the woman from the front so Aemilia’s was interested to see just who had caused all this trouble. She too suspected that someone to be Lucia.

Very quickly both Quinn and the woman that he chased disappeared into the crowd as she and Paula waited. Slowly a screaming voice got her attention and she turned to see Troilus bent over double. Apparently when Paula had raised her arm to point out the mystery woman, the silk tied around his sac had tightened around it. She called Paula to step back towards Troilus a bit and that loosened the strand. She certainly did not wish to touch the man again for any price.

“Are you in a bit of a quandary, Troilus? Don’t worry, for Quinn is discovering your accomplice in all of this. And just so you know, I already carried Quinn’s child when you had me stolen. So I would not have had your child in my belly.”

He looked up at her, the surprise on his face turning to anger. She just smiled at him.

“Had I known, I would have punched you in the stomach so you would lose it.”

Aemilia glanced over to where Quinn had disappeared into the crowd and discovered that the crowd had parted and revealed Quinn confronting a figure though at the moment her view was still blocked so she could not see the woman’s face. The people standing around the pair seemed to be listening to what Quinn and the woman were saying.

Suddenly Quinn turned to head back to where Aemilia and the others waited, calling back over his shoulder. It was then that Aemilia could see the woman’s face. She did not recognize her at all. Who was this woman and why would she wish to get rid of her? Even Paula gasped. “That is not the same woman! The woman I saw was younger than that old woman.”

Just as Quinn reached them and they started moving again, they all heard a tortured cry sound from the elderly woman.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NO, NO, NO"

To Aemilia’s surprise, the old crone started running after them. Quinn’s next words surprised her as well as Gaius and Aesop. But even more so, Troilus was shocked and seemed to try to run away from the figure screaming at them.

"You will need to rely on your wits to live now Lucia, I doubt you will ever know a man's touch again."

Lucia! How could that old woman be Lucia? Lucia was older than her, true, but not that old. Was it some sort of majik that made her look like this? Or was the younger Lucia the results of a spell that the woman had woven around her.

Their little parade continued on and Aemilia’s last view of the woman was as she looked backwards. A large slave took Lucia and turned her away and then the crowd swallowed the pair up and she glanced at Troilus as he followed them onward. The man’s face was pale and grey.

As they rounded a corner, there stood a woman - a citizen that was not a beauty but showed well breeding as well as being finely dressed. She blocked their progress, one eyebrow raised.

“So Troilus, I see that have outdone yourself. It seems that your philandering ways have finally caught up with you.”

“Laurentina, dear spouse. Please save me! Look at what they have done to me.”

“And just what did you do to warrant such treatment?”

“Nothing much. They are just slaves.”

“Troilus, I am selling that second villa just to make our payments. Your own children do without while you spend your time on more servus sexus and those brat offspring of yours. They go too. No more servus sexus.”

“Can we speak of this later and not out in public?”

“No. We settle things now before I plead your case before this man that you have wronged. Emperor Caesar would be appalled at how you have behaved. I am after all his own niece. You have a position on his staff because of me.”

“But look at how they have shamed me!”

“You have shamed yourself. You have shamed your own children. No more. No more of your offspring!”

Paula stood quietly her hand protectively on her growing belly. She was afraid for she suddenly realized that Troilus’s spouse would actually own her. She prayed to the gods that this woman would agree to sell her to this Mighty Quinn.

 

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Quinn knew that Lucia was not the sort to give up without a fight, so it was no surprise when she chased after the cart but he signalled to one of his lesser slaves to take her away out of his sight before he relented. The small procession carried on with the crowd growing larger as word spread. On reaching the edge of the market square a tall well-dressed woman halted them and spoke to Troilus, revealing that she was Laurentina, Troilus's spouse, demanding to know what he had done this time, Troilus shamed himself yet again and showed his true nature,

“Nothing much. They are just slaves.”

Laurentina continued to harangue Troilus about his women, his illegitimate children, and also that he owed his position with Caesar due to her being a niece of Caesar. Troilus kept trying to change the subject of his misdemeanours and pleaded to talk in private, seeing it as a way out of his predicament. Quinn saw what he was up to and interrupted,

"Mistress Laurentia, that you have grievances with your husband is undeniable but I have the first claim on his punishment, he had a hand in abducting my Servus sexus to use for his carnal pleasure, he raped one of his own slaves and impregnated her with his seed, that will be another mouth to feed when it is born. I will strike a bargain with you, I intended to kill Troilus in the gladiator arena but he is such a coward he would not put up much of a fight, so what I propose is that when a drop of blood is spilt the contest is over and he can return home to you but the slave he raped stays with my household if she so wishes."

 

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The crowds listened intently as Troilus did his best to look dignified despite missing a tooth or two and standing there totally without clothes. And the sign hanging around his neck proclaiming his crimes also made him look more like an errant slave instead of a citizen and a member of the Emperor’s staff. Of course there was the length of silk that was tied to his sac and impossible to ignore.

As to Troilus’s spouse, she actually felt sorry for the woman, having to put up with the man’s philandering, the various servus sexus and their slave children. She remembered hearing Troilus give the command to sell some of those children. And as to his own children with his spouse, she wondered just how many he had. Troilus was mad with sex!

Paula drew closer to Aemilia, afraid that this woman would make her return to her, and would then sell her baby. It may have been forced upon her from this sniveling farce of a man, but she had carried it and had grown to love it.

"Mistress Laurentia, that you have grievances with your husband is undeniable but I have the first claim on his punishment, he had a hand in abducting my Servus sexus to use for his carnal pleasure, he raped one of his own slaves and impregnated her with his seed, that will be another mouth to feed when it is born. I will strike a bargain with you, I intended to kill Troilus in the gladiator arena but he is such a coward he would not put up much of a fight, so what I propose is that when a drop of blood is spilt the contest is over and he can return home to you but the slave he raped stays with my household if she so wishes."

Giving out a cry of surprise and gratitude, Paula rushed towards The Mighty Quinn and knelt before him, much to Troilus’s dismay as the silk chord was still tied to her wrist. His cry filled the air as he attempted to keep up with her. He was surprised that she could move as fast as she did despite her large belly.

Because of the baby, she was unable to prostrate herself, but she did her best.

“Oh Mighty Quinn, I would consider it an honor to call you my Master. Thank you! Thank you! Blessings upon you and your family and your household!”

The slave was crying her gratitude and she was shocked when Quinn helped her back to her feet. A master helping a slave?

Meanwhile, the crowd nearby had heard Paula’s words and a murmur rippled through those gathered.

“….Quinn!” “….she called him the Mighty…”. “Did you hear that?” “Is he the one that saved the Emperor?” “I thought he looked familiar!” “I saw him kill that man.” “Is he the Mighty Quinn?” “….Mighty Qu…”

Suddenly the crowd looked at him with new eyes, as did Laurentina. Her eyebrow went back up and a slight smile graced her lips. It was not a lascivious smile but rather one of friendship.

“You are the Mighty Quinn? The gladiator that saved the life of my Uncle and gained your freedom ? I thank you for that. I had no idea. I was not able to attend that event but I heard wonderful things about it.”

Laurentina looked at Paula and smiled. “What is your name, slave?”

“Paula.” The slave stood there afraid that the woman would refuse the trade.

“Paula, you obviously wish to become part of his household. And as you are with child and I am unable to keep any slave children, then you may have her, oh Mighty Quinn. I have my own children that I must take care of first.”

Laurentina finally addressed her husband. “You have become a useless person, only good for drinking wine and fornicating with servus sexus and whores. And the gods only know who else in this city you have found it necessary to ram that tiny and obscure member that you call a penis into. Why do you think that I have not allowed you to touch me these last few years?”

“Please, dear spouse, can we save this for when we are not public?” Troilus was embarrassed as the crowd laughed at the show being put on for them. Some had seen Troilus walking through the market, snobbish and obviously of higher rank in society than they were. Yet, here was his wife, effortlessly reducing the citizen down until he became more of a laughing figure.

“NO! We shall settle things now. You have shamed our house and our name. You stole from this man, the Mighty Quinn. Stole his slave so that you could use her for your sexual gratification.”

“But she is a servus sexus. That is what she does.”

“But she is not yours. You stole! I am disgusted with you. Caesar may be away on campaign but I still hold sway with most of the members of his staff left behind and I can just as easily divorce you and have your scrawny ass exiled from Rome or even the entire empire.”

Troilus gave a cry and truly appeared as if he would faint.

“Oh Mighty Quinn, deal with my spouse as you see fit. Should the Emperor question anything, I will explain things to my uncle and his staff. When you are through, you can send him home. There will be a bed waiting for him. In the slave’s quarters.”

Laurentina turned and left, leaving the crowd waiting and watching to see what was to happen next.

 

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Paula cried out to Quinn as he stated his terms for a settlement regarding Troilus's punishment and Laurentina agreed that Paula would now belong to Quinn,

“Oh Mighty Quinn, I would consider it an honour to call you my Master. Thank you! Thank you! Blessings upon you and your family and your household!”

Quinn showed his humility by disregarding all convention and helped Paula back to her feet as she knelt before him and unwittingly tightened the silk cord around Troilus's sac which was feeling the cord cutting into the soft wrinkled flesh making him grimace painfully.

A murmur went around the crowd at the mention of his name and the story of him saving the Emperor's life was bandied about by several peasants who claimed to have seen his heroic act.

Even Laurentina appeared to be impressed and smiled, almost friendly at him, raising one eyebrow

“You are the Mighty Quinn? The gladiator that saved the life of my Uncle and gained your freedom? I thank you for that. I had no idea. I was not able to attend that event but I heard wonderful things about it.”

Laurentina looked at Paula and smiled. “What is your name, slave?”

“Paula.” was the mumbled reply.

“Paula, you obviously wish to become part of his household. And as you are with child and I am unable to keep any slave children, then you may have her, oh Mighty Quinn. I have my own children that I must take care of first.”

Having solved the problem of having another mouth to feed soon, Laurentina turned her attention to her errant husband. She humiliated him with her words, disclosing that he was hopeless in bed and she had kept him at bay for years, she accused him herself of selling another man's slave, and Troilus tried to defend himself,

“But she is a servus sexus. That is what she does.”

“But she is not yours. You stole! I am disgusted with you. Caesar may be away on campaign but I still hold sway with most of the members of his staff left behind and I can just as easily divorce you and have your scrawny ass exiled from Rome or even the entire empire.”

Laurentina seemed to save her wrath for when Troilus returned to his villa and told Quinn he needn't fear any reprisals as she would explain everything to Caesar when he returned in the meantime Troilus would be relegated to the status of a slave in his own villa.

Quinn looked scornfully at the abject figure of Troilus on his knees and said,

"Your wife seems a trifle upset with you Troilus, perhaps it might be best for you if I saved you from suffering at her hands and killed you in the arena anyway."

"NO, you can't do that to me you made a bargain with my wife, my life for the whore who bears my child."

Quinn was fast losing patience with the snivelling, grovelling creature and backhanded him, dislodging another couple of teeth,

"Do not speak of my slaves in that way again, even the whores in the brothels have more respect for others than you,"

The small procession made its way to the arena that Quinn had built and kitted Troilus out in gladiatorial armour and gave him the choice of several weapons while Quinn chose only a light shield, helmet and face armour and an arm guard his only weapon a Gladius, Troilus chose a Retes and Fascina hoping to keep Quinn at bay and immobilise him by getting him entangled in the Retes when he would be able to use the three-pronged Fascina and finish off this slave upstart who had reduced him to this,


Quinn, being accustomed to gauging an opponent's tactics, saw the weapons Troilus had chosen and knew that Troilus would try to sweep him off his feet and follow up with the Fascina, They circled one another warily looking for an opening, Quinn played a waiting game, waiting for Troilus to make the first move

Quinn set the trap perfectly for Troilus as the Retes swept in towards his feet he bent down and grabbed it and jerked Troilus toward him, it all happened so fast that Troilus had no time to make use of the fascina. Within a few minutes, the end was near, all Quinn needed to do was nick Troilus's skin and draw blood,


With their faces near to each other Quinn looked into Troilus's frightened eyes and hissed,

"By all the gods I want to kill you so very slowly and painfully but I made a bargain with Laurentina so here is your bloodletting."

Slowly Quinn drew the sharp edge of his Gladius from Troilus's ear to the corner of his mouth.

"Somebody take this worthless creature back to his home."

 

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Blood trickled down the open cut, dripping onto the dirt beneath his feet. His mouth hurt, his gums sore, and he thought that he had perhaps swallowed one or two of his teeth. He watched as Quinn walked away from him and looking around he could see the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. They were laughing at him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her. At least for a couple of days she had been his. He had fucked her, gloried in her soft smooth skin. It was too bad that she already carried that gladiator’s child. It should have been his child. He removed the clothes that he wore for the fight, standing once more naked. At least there was no more silk tied around his sac. His ball were sore and actually felt a bit swollen.

A slave walked up to him and gave him a tunic to cover his nakedness. He threw it over his head, getting some blood on the poor quality fabric. It was a slave’s tunic. He wanted to complain but for once thought better of it.

Looking up again, he saw the crowd filing out of the arena. There was that little slave that used to be his. He remembered being so pleased to find that she was a virgin. It had been a while since he had used a virgin. Thrusting through that maidenhood and hearing the woman scream and cry. And filling that fresh womb with his seed, over and over, until she began to grow that baby. That proof of just how virile he was.

He did not feel very virile now. His face hurt. His mouth was swollen and he was now missing several teeth. His balls were sore and swollen and as he started walking home, he realized that his stride was a bit splayed to try and accommodate that swelling. There was some snickering among a few of the crowd still there at the arena. But all of Quinn and his household had left, as if Troilus did not warrant a second thought. There was just a slave walking with him and Troilus was in no mood to be treated like a child.

“I know the way home. No need to show me how to get there.”

“I am one of your own slaves, master. I too am heading to the villa.”

“Then do your job and clear the way for me.”

It was a sorry sight that eventually arrived at the villa. Troilus’s face had finally stopped bleeding and he was dirty and bone tired. He spent some time in the bathhouse trying to clean himself. He was disappointed that none of the slaves would come and wash him but he continued and finally finished. One of his tunics lay over to the side and he dressed and headed to his and Laurentina’s chambers.

Laurentina lay on the bed reading a book. She looked up at him over the book.

“You don’t belong here, Troilus. All of your things have been moved to your new room in the slave’s quarters.”

“Now you listen to me, wife! This is still…”

“Now you listen to me. If you want to remain a citizen of Rome, I suggest that you do as I say. For too long I have been the butt of gossip and innuendo. You have become a joke in Roman society. All of the staff are well aware of what you have been doing. And just because my uncle has a rather extensive collection of servus sexus, does not mean that you can. He is Emperor. You are nothing. So OUT!”

Troilus was getting angry and he stepped up to the bed and glared at her.

“I am sleeping here, Laurentina! Move over!”

Smiling sweetly, she reached out and made a fist, carefully bringing it up underneath his tunic to hit her husband’s swollen sac. The man gave a cry out and doubled over, collapsing on the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the cry, a slave appeared.

“My spouse is confused. Would you please show him the way to his room?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Once he could catch his breath, Troilus followed the slave through the villa until they reached the room furthest from the front of the villa. His life had taken a drastic change.


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Brutus stood watching his by mistress as she attempted to pull together all the coin and valuables that she could carry. Several times she had tried to force him to travel with her but after about the third or fourth time of being refused, she decided to continue on her own. The slave would not have believed it if he had not seen it with his own eyes. Literally the woman had aged as if a mask had slipped away leaving an incredibly old woman.

“You realize that you will go back on the auction block.”

“Yes mistress.”

Within the hour a lone figure was heading out of Rome, an old crone dressed in obscure garments and heading on the southern road that lead towards Carthage. At Neapols she should be able to get a ship that would take her to Africa Proconsularis and Carthage. There she could start anew, as she had so many times before. Perhaps the voyage would revive her beauty and restore her ambition.

After all, she had not survived all these years to wind up at the bottom of society. And she would rise up again.

The sun was slowly setting on the mix of those walking and others riding their carts and asses. Most did not pay attention to the proud elderly woman disappearing into the darkness.

 

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The small cavalcade that returned to Quinn's villa was in a sombre mood when most would have been laughing and joking, Troilus had got what he deserved and would continue paying for his crimes for the rest of his days. Quinn wondered to himself if he had gone too far disfiguring Troilus the way he had, sentencing him to a lifetime of a lopsided smile,

Back in his quarters he drew Aemilia to him and held her against himself, he stroked her beautiful fiery red hair then pulled her head back so she was looking up at him as he lowered his face and plundered a fierce kiss filled with anger towards himself, When he finally broke the kiss he dragged her by the arm to the bathhouse, on the way he spoke angrily.

"I feel that I am no better than Troilus, scarring him like that, I need you to scrub me clean, use the hard bristle brush then when I am satisfied we will go back to my chambers and we'll fuck"

He spoke out of anger at himself but when they were immersed in the lukewarm water of the bath he calmed down and rationalised that the punishment he had meted out to Troilus was nothing compared to what life would have been like for his love had he not found her. He had been urging Aemilia to scrub him harder and scrub away the guilt and anger that he felt but once he had come to terms with it he turned to face Aemilia and pulled her naked body into him so they were body to body, skin to skin.

"I hope you can forgive me, love, for thinking that I was too severe with Troilus, he needs to be reminded every day of his crimes as you would have suffered every day for the rest of your life at his hands. When he discovered that you were carrying my child he would have found some way to rid you of it and replace it with one of his own."

As they stood in the centre of the bath his erection grew and slid between her legs and rubbed against the wet, silky fur on her mons and her protruding clit, his hands enveloped her firm perky breasts as he rolled the hard cherry-like nipples in his palms.

"If the pain is too much hang your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around me, I need you Aemilia, I can not imagine life without you."

 

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The entire group was quiet on the walk back to the villa. Quinn kept Aemilia by his side, almost as if he feared that she would once again be stolen away from him. He wanted to protect her. Aemilia did not mind this at all. And the remainder of the household seemed protective of Paula too, with Aesop helping the slave up in the cart that Gaius drove. She sat there, thankful to not have to walk all the way back.

Reaching the villa, Quinn took hold of Aemilia’s hand and led her to his chambers. They had no sooner stepped into its privacy before he pulled her into his arms, holding her to him while stroking her long hair as if to comfort her.

Tangling her fiery tresses in his fingers, he pulled her head back until he was staring into her eyes. She looked at him with pure love in her eyes and there was question about that.

Then he kissed her fiercely, his lips claiming hers while his tongue tangled with hers. She willingly surrendered to him, giving herself completely to the man that she loved.

When he broke the kiss he grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall towards the bathhouse speaking angrily.

"I feel that I am no better than Troilus, scarring him like that, I need you to scrub me clean, use the hard bristle brush then when I am satisfied we will go back to my chambers and we'll fuck"

Once they spent a few minutes in the water, he seemed to calm down and no longer urged her to scrub him hard. Instead, he pulled her to him so that their bodies almost heated the surrounding water. His arms held her pressed against his and she felt his strong body against hers. His manhood seemed to grow, pressing into that space between her legs and starting to tickle the hair that grew there.

"I hope you can forgive me, love, for thinking that I was too severe with Troilus, he needs to be reminded every day of his crimes as you would have suffered every day for the rest of your life at his hands. When he discovered that you were carrying my child he would have found some way to rid you of it and replace it with one of his own."

“He said that exact thing, that he would have punched me in the stomach had he known that I carry your child. But I hid that from him. I did what was necessary to protect your child. To protect our child.”

His hand knew her body well and found her breast, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Soon her breast would increase in size and her nipples would eventually produce milk to feed the child when it would be born. But she could feel his member rising, getting larger and harder.

"If the pain is too much hang your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around me, I need you Aemilia, I can not imagine life without you.”

His hands carefully picked her up by her thighs, avoiding her buttocks as he slid deep into her. Instinctively her legs wrapped around him and she twinned her arms around his neck as he began to make love to her. Again he kissed her, and it was a bit more gently.

When she came up for air, she looked up at him as his manhood slid deep into her repeatedly. “I love you, Quinn, with all of my heart.” She used her legs to help ride him while the water sloshed against the sides of the bathing pool. She could see the anguish that had been in his eyes at the beginning was gone, being replaced with need and desire for her. As for her, she always desired him and she gave a groan at once again making love to her Lover. She longed to have him once again fill her sex with his seed, the seed that had found fertile ground in her.

 

[cumnchat]

Making love to Aemilia was just what Quinn needed to bring back some normality and reality into their lives and he made love slowly and carefully, avoiding touching her still sore buttocks but he felt that they needed more privacy than the bathhouse afforded them so he carried her out of the bath and found a large blanket which he wrapped around both of them, still joined together and carried her to his bedroom relishing the tight sliding friction of his manhood inside Aemilia's wet, hungry sex.

In his bedroom, he laid her down on his bed and was about to pull the bedclothes down when he saw something move under the sheet. Warily in case a snake had somehow found its way in he pulled the sheet back and laughed at what he saw,

"Well would you believe it, it seems we have been adopted.


He revealed a sleepy looking kitten, no more than a few weeks old, Scooping it up into his arms he held it out for Aemilia to see and wthout thinkng he said,

"And who have you come to see puss?" Realising that Aemilia might not know, he told her.

"Puss is a name that we call them back in Brittannia, it seems to suit them and mostly they answer to it, it's odd is it not that her fur is almost the same colour as your fur between your legs, we could have our own prvate name for your sex, and call it your pussy, so we could talk openly about stroking your pussy and no-one would be the wiser."


On saying that he dropped Puss on the bed and began to roll over and astride Aemilia with the intention of finishing what he had started in the bathhouse. He was moving slowly inside Aemmilia when he felt Puss leap on his back and stretch out with her claws unsheathed and raking over his buttocks.

"OUCH, you ginger rascal, you can have a cuddle when we are finished"

Puss seemed to glare at him with her emerald green eyes, and stalked off, and stretched out on one of the couches.

Quinn returned to the task in hand, kissing Amilia who seemed to be having a gigglng fit.

 

[Opensesame54321]

It was only after a few minutes of gentle lovemaking that Quinn wanted to avoid any chances of someone walking in on them. He had her wrap her arms around his neck and keep her legs wrapped around his body while he waded through the water and up the steps. His manhood was still buried deep within her as he found a blanket and wrapped it around the two of them.

Effortlessly he carried her back to his chambers, feeling his member thrusting over and over with each step he took. As far as she knew they did not see anyone, and if they had, any of the servants knew better than to say anything.

Once in his room he dropped the blanket and laid her on his bed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement under the bedding as Quinn cautiously drew back the bedding to discover a little kitten. Quinn gave a chuckle.

"Well would you believe it, it seems we have been adopted

He picked it up to show her the little thing.

"And who have you come to see puss? Puss is a name that we call them back in Brittannia, it seems to suit them and mostly they answer to it, it's odd is it not that her fur is almost the same colour as your fur between your legs, we could have our own prvate name for your sex, and call it your pussy, so we could talk openly about stroking your pussy and no-one would be the wiser."

With that he dropped the kitten on the bed and once more climbed on the bed, settling between her leg and resume making love to her. It felt so wonderful to once again be with him. There was no pretense between them. She saw the kitten jump up on Quinn’s back and make some kind of movement. The kitten’s claws must have raked him as he called out to the kitten.

"OUCH, you ginger rascal, you can have a cuddle when we are finished"

Aemilia could not resist giggling as the kitten glared at him before going to nap on a couch.

“Perhaps the kitten’s name should be Ginger instead.” She giggled and before Quinn kissed her, his hips driving his manhood deep into her. She slowly moved her hips to meet his, loving being made love to by him. The father of the child that she carried in her womb. She wished at that moment that she could be his spouse instead of merely his servus sexus. His wife, giving him children that would carry on his name. His children that Roman society would recognize as his children, and not merely slaves that could be taken away from us. His true offspring.

“I have missed this so much, my Love. I was so afraid that I would never see you again, or taste your lips, or feel your body make love to me. To feel me being held in your arms. I feel safe sleeping beside you. I feel loved.”

 

[cumnchat]

Having dealt with Puss, Quinn gave all his attention to Aemilia, he spread the lip of her sex with his fingers, chuckling t himself as he thought of playing with Aemilia's pussy, He bent his head to taste her soft wetness and inhaled the scent of her arousal, her hips thrust up towards him silently demanding that he penetrate her and fill her womb with his seed again. He adjusted his position to drive his manhood into her deepest depths. That Aemilia wanted and needed him was so clear as she let out all the fears she'd had when Troilus's prisoner,

“I have missed this so much, my Love. I was so afraid that I would never see you again, taste your lips, or feel your body make love to me. To feel me being held in your arms. I feel safe sleeping beside you. I feel loved.”

"Aemilia my sweetness be in no doubt you are loved every moment of every day and every night, every moment spent together is a moment in paradise. I intend to go and speak to a citizen who is an expert on slave law and see if he knows of any way we could marry and so make you and our child, free citizens. Speaking of love and romance there seems to be a great deal happening that feels as though certain people are unwilling to tell me, presumably because they think I may not approve when it is to the contrary, Julie and Gaius are almost joined at the hip and when off duty they can always be found together, even our newest guest, no not puss, Paula, she has caught the eye of Aesop he follows her around like a love-sick puppy and if she needs something he is always the first to fetch it for her, Now we cannot say anything directly but we should see how things develop over the next few weeks."

Quinn rolled onto his back and had Aemilia lying half over him,

"Now kiss me again I want to make love to you again."

 

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Aemilia was surprised at his next words, for it was almost as if Quinn could read her mind.

“Aemilia my sweetness be in no doubt you are loved every moment of every day and every night, every moment spent together is a moment in paradise. I intend to go and speak to a citizen who is an expert on slave law and see if he knows of any way we could marry and so make you and our child, free citizens. Speaking of love and romance there seems to be a great deal happening that feels as though certain people are unwilling to tell me, presumably because they think I may not approve when it is to the contrary, Julie and Gaius are almost joined at the hip and when off duty they can always be found together, even our newest guest, no not puss, Paula, she has caught the eye of Aesop he follows her around like a love-sick puppy and if she needs something he is always the first to fetch it for her, Now we cannot say anything directly but we should see how things develop over the next few weeks."

“If you are not careful, this shall be called the Love Villa, and you will become inundated with babies. And as to your plans to wanting to marry me and make me and our children free citizens…” She gently stroked his face, choking up for the moment. “This would be something that I would never have imagined would be possible for someone like me.”

He laid back on the bed, pulling her against him and wrapping his arm around her. She looked down at her true Love, his eyes looking back at her with a love that she thought would only be possible in her dreams. His hair had grown a bit longer in the month or so since he had gained his freedom and she and the other slaves had arrived at the villa. He even had a good start on a beard, making him look less like the majority of the Roman society like that which had fostered Troilus. She liked how he looked. His hand cupped one breast and he smiled at her.

"Now kiss me again I want to make love to you again.”

She smiled at him. “As you wish, my Master.”

Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his and felt him pull her closer to him. All thoughts of Paula and Aesop and Julie and Gaius left her head. Right now it was only she and Quinn were in the world at this moment. Only the two of them existed.

Slowly he rolled her over and before she knew what was happening she was once again on her back with Quinn wedged between her legs while his manhood slid into her sex. She wrapped her legs around his body as she opened her mouth to his, their tongues twining around each other. His hand found her breast with fingers worrying the nipple, making it swollen and hard. His hips pumped his member in and out, starting slowly and causing her to moan into his mouth.

 

[cumnchat]

True to his word Quinn sought out a lawyer who was well-versed in the laws surrounding Manumission and was now seated in a room in the villa of Dominicus, which served as an office of sorts, piled high with scrolls and documents, many of them going back many years.

The white-haired much older man looked at Quinn quizzically and asked, possibly in an attempt to dissuade him from carrying on with the task he was being asked to do,

"Are you certain you want to marry this woman? This servus sexus? She may be beautiful now, with satin smooth skin and lips that feel wonderfully soothing on your manhood, but as a slave, she has to be available to you at all times, whereas as your spouse she could have regular headaches as I have found to my cost. I ask you again Quinn are you certain? If you are, she needs to be able to sign her name or make her mark, remember once it is done there is no going back."

Quinn almost laughed in his face, "If you met Aemililia and were thirty years younger you'd be wanting her in your bed every night, She has all the attributes you mention and more but it is not just her looks and her prowess between the sheets, it is her just being there with me, carrying my child, how could I treat them both as slaves?"

The old man beamed at his reply, "Exactly the response I was hoping for if she loves you half as much as you clearly love her then it will give the greatest of pleasure to draw up the documents for you both to sign, come back in two days time Quinn, by the way, does the name Troilus mean anything to you?"

Quinn sat down with a thump and gulped out, "Yes to my misfortune, I had hoped to never hear his name again."

"It is you then Quinn, the Mighty Quinn? I am sorry to have to tell you he is demanding you be arrested and thrown into prison for kidnap and torture, failing that he will take all of your property as recompense, you do realise that will include your proposed spouse, so I suggest that you do it as soon as possible, come tomorrow I will have the documents ready."

Quinn left his mind in a whirl, he would have to get ALL of the women in his household safe, he couldn't marry them all, or could he?

 

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Having been recuperating in Quinn’s chambers since her escape and return from Troilus, she had not been aware of just how well Paula was fitting in with the rest of the staff, in particular Aesop. She was glad. The poor woman had not had a particularly easy life to this point, and now that she would soon give birth to Troilus’s child meant that she would have things even harder. If she should have some bit of pleasure from Aesop, then that was even better.

She decided that it was time to be up and about, and it was with perseverance that she walked slowly down the corridor, glad to be back where she felt that she belonged. As she got closer to the slave quarters she could hear the stone masons working, busy turning the stone beds in each room into small tables to hold personal items. As each stone bed was hammered down, actual wooden beds replaced them. Perhaps not as high quality as the Master’s bed, and the bedding would not be the silks that Quinn slept upon. But they would be real beds. Of course, this would all take some time but at least the entire thing was started.

Aesop came walking towards her and appearing to wish to speak to her. She stopped.

“I hope that you are feeling better, Aemilia.”

“Yes, I am, Aesop. I thank you for you concern. And I thank you for your aid.”

“I wish that I could have prevented it. By any chance, is The Master available? I would like to talk with him.”

“No, he is not here. He has left to take care of business.”

“Oh.” The man appeared to not expect that answer from her. Aesop stood there for a moment, deep in thought, before he spoke again. “I wish to ask a favor. I do not think that any of the women of our Villa, should leave without a male to accompany her. Whether she is slave or free citizen, it is not wise for women to do so. I would like ask The Master if it would be possible to train in his school, to be the protector. When Faye needs to draw water, or Julie needs to head to market, I could be along to provide aid and protection. Had I gone with you when you left for the market, perhaps you would not have been abducted.”

“Well, he should be home soon and you can ask him then.”

Suddenly Paula rounded the corner and Aesop quickly brightened, smiling like a love-struck young man.

“Did you need something, Paula?”

The young woman smiled back. “No, I was just heading to my room.”

“I will walk with you.”

The two headed off down the hall and Aemilia suddenly felt that she was forgotten in the moment. Smiling, she shook her head and headed on to her room.


———-

“I will make him pay. How dare he do this to me. When I am through, he will be dead and I will own his Villa and his slaves. And she will be mine again.”

Laurentina slipped out while her husband wandered around the villa ranting and raving and plotting his revenge. She quickly slipped through the crowds intent on accomplishing her goal. She knew her way to the palace well enough and upon reaching it was easily granted entry and asked to speak with Philo.

Soon she was before her old friend. They easily talked of old times and past loves.

“Philo, you were right. I should have chosen you over Troilus.”

Philo took her hand, petting it sympathetically. A frown crossed her brows as she bit her lip. “But I thought that you wanted me because of Caesar.”

“I wanted you because of you.” He reached out a hand and brushed her cheek, smiling at her fondly. “I see that you still bite your lip when you are troubled. What is it that Troilus is doing now?”

“He is plotting his revenge upon The Mighty Quinn.”

“Tis the rumors true?”

“Yes. But you should know the entire truth.” And for the next several hours Laurentina proceeded to reveal the entire truth as to what her husband had done and was planning on doing.

“And, have you considered just what you are going to do? You know that your uncle would gladly welcome you demanding a divorce from your husband. The only reason that he tolerates him is because of you. And when he hears of what Troilus has done - the whole truth - he will personally decree Troilus’s death.”

Laurentina was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. She finally spoke to him. “Philo, why did you never marry?”

Philo was thoughtful for a moment. “Because the one I loved was not available to me. I did not want a lover. I wanted a mate, a partner, a spouse, and a lover. To have one without the others was not acceptable. And that is still what I want. I am an honorable man, just as you are an honorable woman.”

Laurentina nodded.

 

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Quinn was all business on his return, he called in at Aemilia's quarters and with no explanation he told her,

"Fetch a tablet to draw on and a stylus, you are going to learn how to write your name," He grinned at her and stroked her face, "Don't worry I won't put you over my knee and spank you if you are a slow learner, or if you have decided that I am not man enough for you and you no longer wished to marry me."

He told her that his quarters would be the best place as it was vitally important that she learns, " And I might reward you if you do well," He made a gesture with a broad grin, that left no doubt what her reward would be,

Once they were back in his quarters Quinn explained the urgency of her being able to sign her name or make a recognisable mark. He concentrated on teaching her the letter '/\' first as that would suffice for the purpose of the Manumission but he wanted her to be able to write her full name and give her confidence in her abilities. The first letter was so simple that she had it off perfectly after only three attempts.

"Wonderful Aemilia, now can you learn the rest of your name? I will write it out for you and you copy it underneath until you get it right, try three times and I will check it, if you do well you will be rewarded, so the better you do the bigger the reward."

Again the mention of a reward was meant to be an incentive for Aemilia to get it right and claim her reward.

 

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Quinn found her in her room and told her, "Fetch a tablet to draw on and a stylus, you are going to learn how to write your name," she looked at him, shocked. Learn to write her name? She never thought that possible. But he stroked her face and smiled at her.

"Don't worry I won't put you over my knee and spank you if you are a slow learner, or if you have decided that I am not man enough for you and you no longer wished to marry me."

“Marry you! I will be able to marry you?” She was so excited at the thought that she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him enthusiastically.

He told her to bring it to his chambers and if she was good, he would reward her with some playtime in private in his bed. But she would need to work hard.

Once they were in his chambers he spent some time showing her how to make the first letter of her name. She was surprised that it was as easy as that and he gave her a kiss as reward.

"Wonderful Aemilia, now can you learn the rest of your name? I will write it out for you and you copy it underneath until you get it right, try three times and I will check it, if you do well you will be rewarded, so the better you do the bigger the reward."

She nodded and while he wrote out exactly how to write her name, she spoke.

“I wanted to let you know that Aesop is looking for you. He wants to ask a favor of you. I will let him ask it as it seems to be his idea. The last time that I saw him, he was walking with Paula in the slave quarters, offering to carry something for her that she needed.”

Once more he promised her a reward before leaving, in search of Aesop, she assumed. Meanwhile Aemilia proceeded to very carefully practice it.

All the while Quinn’s words were added incentive. To become his spouse. To be able to speak to him as his wife, and not as his slave. To no longer have others treat her as a slave and a piece of trash, demanding sex from her. To have their child a free citizen, and not worry about their children being sold as a slave.

Her heart was singing as she practiced writing her name.

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Philo promised Laurentina that he would take care of things. After thanking him, she left. He watched her leave, angry at Troilus. The man was a pig. For years he had watched the man treat his wife as more of a slave that a spouse. Even after having birthed 3 children to Troilus, Laurentina had kept her figure. She had not really aged the much. But he had noticed the signs of stress around her eyes and mouth. He was certain that the actions of her husband, what with him bedding and impregnating numerous servus sexus and on top of that, the kidnapping of The Mighty Quinn’s servus sexus and attempting to keep and impregnate her, was just too much.

Sitting down, Philo proceeded to write out a missive explaining everything that Laurentina had told him. Sealing it, he called a runner and gave the man explicit instructions to place this in only Caesar’s hands. Since Laurentina was Caesar’s own niece, he felt it important that the Emperor was made aware of things.

He felt fairly certain that Caesar would not be please with Troilus. The man was not a favorite of the Emperor or the rest of the staff. For the most part, the man was considered a joke amongst the men.

Ringing for his assistant, he called an emergency meeting and had his assistant send for the rest of the staff. Within an hour or so, everyone, save Troilus, was gathered in Philo’s office and was brought up to date as to what Troilus had done, and the retribution meted out by The Mighty Quinn.

Cato spoke first. “You are certain that this is all true?”

Philo nodded. “Laurentina told me everything. She is understandably quite upset as Troilus has been ranting and talking of killing The Mighty Quinn and stealing the woman back. I of course have sent this information to Emperor Caesar as Laurentina is his niece. Despite the fact that Caesar has his own servus sexus, he has always been very protective of his niece and is not particularly happy with the lifestyle that Troilus has led. I have called for Troilus to be under a watchful eye, covert and quietly. Nothing is to be done unless Troilus should attempt to do harm. Troilus’s actions are not to be tolerated. He has actually become a liability to the Empire.”

There was talk amongst the men gathered, their faces grim. None of the men really liked Troilus but they accepted him and put up with his actions because of his relationship to Caesar.

Quietly Philo called for a vote.

Cate was the first. “Aye.”
“Aye.” Fulvius nodded.
“Aye.” Marius took a deep breath and agreed.
“Aye.” Scipio held his hands out in compliance.

Philo looked around at the men before making note of just what they had agreed to. Before leaving, each man sign the log and quietly left. Left alone, Philo ran his hands through his hair and set about making notes so that Caesar would have the information available to him.

 

[cumnchat]

It took Quinn some time to find Aesop but when he did Aesop was talking animatedly to Paula who seemed to be telling him no, pushing him away. Quinn was about to intervene when Paula appeared to have a change of heart and threw herself into Aesop's arms, kissing him feverishly. Aesop seemed as surprised as Quinn was but when he realised what was happening he began to return Paula's kisses and clutched at Paula's swollen breasts,, gently caressing their shape through her tunic. Paula didn't seem to mind and when the kisses finally stopped she put her hand on Aesop's hand and took it down to her protruding belly, A look of surprised delight lit up Aesop's face,

"It kicked, it kicked me, Paula, wait,,, there it is again"

Paula spotted Quinn and spoke to Aesop,

"Our master is here, you should ask him now, I want to go to the market soon,"

Aesop approached Quinn and bowed his head in deference to The Mighty Quinn,

"Master, I have a request to make of you, can I have your permission to accompany the women of this household to the market and the city? I will keep them safe. "

Quinn smiled and clapped his hand on Aesop's shoulder

"Of course, it's a grand idea, I'm sure the women of the household will appreciate having a packhorse to carry their goods for them, especially Paula, you will be on hand to rub her belly should she need it."

Aesop thanked him profusely and turned to go back to Paula but Quinn stopped him momentarily,

"When you have the time come to the gladiator school and we'll get you fighting fit. I have to go now, I have a very important duty to perform."
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"Show me your tablet Aemilia, I hope you have been concentrating and got it right or close to being recognisable,"

Casting his eyes over the tablet Quinn frowned "What is this?" he pointed to the tablet with 'Αιμιλία' scrawled on the clay. "According to this, you are a horned dragon with four staring eyes, you don't even have one letter right, do it again, this is not a game, you are only rewarded if you show progress, this time you do it correctly or you will be spanked and not playfully, Here six times, we'll keep doing this even if it takes all night."

 

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When Quinn returned, Aemilia was excited to show him her tablet. She was looking forward to hearing a good word from Quinn. She had worked hard on it, wanting to make him proud of her. She handed the tablet to him, smiling, and sat there waiting.

He looked it over, a frown crossing his features as he pointed to what she had just been practicing on.

"What is this? According to this, you are a horned dragon with four staring eyes, you don't even have one letter right, do it again, this is not a game, you are only rewarded if you show progress, this time you do it correctly or you will be spanked and not playfully, Here six times, we'll keep doing this even if it takes all night.”

She sat there staring at him as tears filled her eyes. She had not thought that he would actually spank her bottom when he had first said it. After all, it was still somewhat sore from the beating and pain that Troilus had inflicted upon it. And now he was threatening to spank her and it would not be playfully. He turned away apparently disgusted with her.

She bowed her head and bit her lip as she began again to try and recreate her name the way that he had done it. Maybe she was just stupid.

A tear splashed down on the tablet and she quickly wiped it away before he could see it. Her hands shook as she tried again to recreate the letters.

How could things go so wrong so fast? One minute she was going to become his spouse, and the next she was going to be punished and was not smart enough to learn how to write her name. After all, the children of free citizens could learn. Why could she not do it right?

 

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Even as he chastised Aemilia he thought that he had spoken too harshly to her, expecting her to learn her name so quickly. He cast his mind back to when he was learning his numbers and letters as a boy in Britannia, it had taken him a week to learn how to write his name, She looked crushed and almost in tears.

"Aemilia, my love, I am sorry, of course I won't spank you, I can see that you have tried, My expectations were too high, I should have stayed and helped you but it is so necessary that you learn it by morning."

Quinn sat down and pointed to his splayed knees with his tunic forming a sort of hammock between them,

"Bring your tablet and stylus and sit here with your back to me. Before we begin, you are fortunate in that all the letters in your name consist of straight lines, so I will draw one straight line to form part of a letter then you will copy it, gradually making the letter, can you remember the mark that you first learnt?"

Aemilia sat on his knees, her bottom warming his knees through the thin tunic so Quin had to fight to keep control of himself and concentrate on the task in hand. He put his arms around her waist then with one hand he helped her to draw the lines to make the letters, now and again his arms would brush against the sides of her breasts as she leaned forwards, when she was drawing the lines herself he let his hands rest at the top of her thighs, feeling the heat from her sex and inhaling the aroma of her arousal

An hour later after three or four false starts he looked at her tablet and saw 'AEMILIA' Scrawled across it. Smiling, he took the tablet from her and said "You can write the letters, now you must write them all the same size and from memory, get this right and I have a reward for you."

He left Aemilia with the blank tablet and lay down on the large couch with his tunic hitched up so it just barely hid his member, although the shape and size could be seen as it twitched in eager anticipation

 

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"Aemilia, my love, I am sorry, of course I won't spank you, I can see that you have tried, My expectations were too high, I should have stayed and helped you but it is so necessary that you learn it by morning."

Her fear abated a bit as he assured her that he would not spank her. It would seem that he could see the fear in her eyes. Instead, he sat and offered her a softer place to rest while he spent time actually explaining her name to her. Before, her name was just marks on the tablet, with no reasoning behind them. But now he explained that the marks making up her name were a series of straight lines. Once he said that, she realized that was the case.

Now as to what letters those marks represented she knew not. Right now, he was trying to make it so that she could sign her name before the official. As to exactly what she was writing was not important at this time

He had her sit on his knee while he gently placed his hand over hers as he showed her just how to correctly form each and every letter. She had no idea that her name was so long! As to any arousal that she may have felt, she was totally unaware of it as she concentrated on learning the letters. She wanted to become his spouse.

It took some time, and a couple of times she would draw the letter wrong, but eventually they sat there looking at the tablet. On it was her name, at least according to what Quinn said.

He took the tablet and looked at it, smiling.

"You can write the letters, now you must write them all the same size and from memory, get this right and I have a reward for you."

From memory! She had forgotten that she would have to write it tomorrow without any sort of guide to follow. And they all had to be the same size.

Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip as she thought for a moment. The first and the last letter were the same. There was another letter that was in there twice. Plus three other individual letters that were in there. Now to get them in the correct order.

Carefully she tried writing her name. She was slow and careful and tried to avoid looking in his direction. She could not afford to be sidetracked.

 

[cumnchat]

Aemilia's brow furrowed in concentration as she began to write her name on the clay tablet, in an attempt to aid her memory Quinn reminded her "The first and last letters are the same you know them as the letter sounding like 'eh' followed by a letter sounding like 'ee' then comes a big letter, lots of lines, called 'em' to write that, do an 'I' then '\' then '/' then 'I' so you get I\/I, 'em' , I am sure you can remember the rest yourself. There is one little trick you can use though on the 'em' letter you could do two letters 'eh' joined together like this"

Quinn took a clean tablet and drew '/\/\' "You see the two ways look much the same."

It took Aemilia a few minutes to complete the task with several sighs of irritation with herself for getting it wrong and starting again. Still, eventually, she sat up straight and fearfully held out the clay tablet for Quinn's inspection. He put a stern look on his face, slowly shook his head and spoke sombrely in a voice that boded bad news,

"If you wrote this in front of the lawyer he would have no choice but to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,," He paused for dramatic effect and concluded, "Decree you as my spouse and you as a free woman,"

Before Aemilia had taken it in that she had written her name correctly and what it would mean if she could do it again tomorrow, Quinn had lifted her off her feet and was heading for his bedroom,

"After tonight you will no longer be my servus sexus so I must make the most of the time remaining to me before you realise that you will have every right to refuse me,"

He was grinning all over his face as he first lifted Aemilia's tunic over her head and then did the same with his. Their naked bodies met with a slap at the edge of the bed and they toppled over and rolled over so Aemilia was sitting astride him but his member slid easily into her juicy sex.

"Fuck me Aemilia, fuck me then make love to me" Quinn whispered quietly in her ear

 

[Opensesame54321]

This was unnerving. New territory for her. Actually, she was heading into a new world. A thought crossed her mind. What would her mother think of this? Would she be proud that her daughter was attempting to become a free person? She liked to think that she would.

It took her a few minutes but eventually she wrote her name. At least she hoped that she had. She slowly let her breathe out, not realizing that she had been holding it in anticipation. Giving the tablet to Quinn, she bit her lip as he looked it over.

Her heart plummeted to her feet as he frowned slightly, not looking happy at all. Shaking his head, his voice had a forbidden tone to it when he spoke.

"If you wrote this in front of the lawyer he would have no choice but to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Decree you as my spouse and you as a free woman,"

Before she could totally comprehend exactly what he had said, he picked her up and swung her around before setting her down. She was still coming to terms with what he had said as he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her towards his room. She got it right! He said that she had written her name correctly!

"After tonight you will no longer be my servus sexus so I must make the most of the time remaining to me before you realise that you will have every right to refuse me,"

Once in his room he slipped her tunic over her head. His hands ran quickly down her body, a grin on his face, before he stripped off his own tunic. His body looked glorious to her, scars and all. And hopefully after tomorrow he would be her spouse. She would leave a slave and return a free citizen.

Their bodies pressed together, nakedness against nakedness, his arms holding her close. They kissed as they fell on top of his bed and he rolled over until she was astride him. Without hesitation she slid back and his manhood easily slipped into her. It felt like coming home.

She looked down at him as he grinned up at her.

"Fuck me Aemilia," Quinn whispered

She smiled down at him and taking his hand, laid it on her belly where the gentle swelling was proof of the baby that grew inside of her.

“Your child sleeps here. And after tomorrow this shall be your heir. Whether I am your servus sexus, or your spouse, my body craves yours.” Slowly she began to move her hips so that she slid up and down. “Do you want me?”

Smiling she leaned over and kissed him, her tongue finding his as she kissed him hard.

“I love you.”

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The cut across his face was angry and red. His good looks were gone. Even Laurentina seemed to not be able to look at him.

“Where did you go? You went to him, didn’t you?” He spit these words at her.

“Troilus, you are drunk on wine. Maybe we should have a healer look at that cut.”

“Cut! CUT? This is a scar, an unacceptable injury.”

“You stole his property!”

He slapped her face and she stepped back, a bit shocked.

“Shut up woman!”

Quickly he dressed, slipping his toga on. “I’m going to the palace and have a warrant placed on Quinn and his property. It will be mine. All mine.”

Her cheek turning redder by the minute, she held her palm to her face as Troilus worked himself up. In record time he was dressed and out the Villa, leaving Laurentina to catch her breath.

Pushing his way through the crowded streets, he pulled the drapery up over his head and used it to hide his face. He did not like the way the people looked at him and turned away in fear and disgust.

He soon reached the palace and was stopped by the guards. How dare they!

“You idiots! I am Troilus! Let me in.”

“Come with us, sir…”

“Turn loose! You have no right!” The guard took hold of his arm and began to escort him away. Yelling, Troilus tried to fight the guards but he was no match for the burly men.