CAESAR'S REWARD

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As his lips explored hers, his hands inflamed her body. Her breast were tender with desire and his large hand, fingers strong yet very aware of just how far to push things, squeezed one of the peaked mounds. She could not help the moan that slipped from between her lips as his tongue plundered her mouth and their tongues danced together. She was all sex - giving freely of herself to him. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his hand as she felt him squeezing it. Sudden he broke the kiss to instead begin sucking on that same nub as if a hungry man. He took the entire nipple, dark rosé colored and full of blood, and sucked on it, pulling his head back as his teeth playfully tugged on the teat. Meanwhile she ran her fingers through his hair as she laid her body and soul open to her Master. He completely owned her.

His other hand sought the house of her hidden jewel as his fingers search down her body like a blind beggar searching for crusts of bread. Touching skin soft and pliant, his fingers skimmed past her navel and slipped down to the hair guarding the entrance to her sex. Willingly she spread her legs, giving Quinn unfettered access to her sex. There was no hesitation on her part for this was what she had been trained for. Her mother had been a popular sex slave in the Villa of Marcus Quintilius, with visitors at his orgies frequently requesting her instead of Helvia, the other sex slave owned by Quintilius. After all, this was an honorable trade - better than begging in the streets or working the brothels.

His fingers, broad and strong, combed past her red pubic hair in search of the opening to where her maidenhood lay protected. Though not for much longer. In anticipation her sex produced its moisture and his fingers slipped around in it. There was a fluttering in her abdomen as he parted those lower lips seeking the entrance in. At that moment she almost reached a pinnacle and her breath caught in her throat just from his touch. Her breast left his mouth with a pop as he spoke.

"It's time to make you a woman Aemilia, I am sure you have been told that it may hurt but only briefly, I will be careful with you, afterwards, don't worry if you don't know what to do, your body will tell you."

Smiling at her, he rolled over to work his way between her legs, spreading her limbs even wider to accommodate his large and powerful physique.. His body seemed to hover over her and she knew that it was only the strength of his arms the kept him from crushing her beneath him. She moved her arms to hold onto his upper body, her arms under his so that she held onto his chest. His body was strong, radiating warmth and confidence. She looked up into his eyes.

“I thank the Goddess Venus that it is you leading me over the threshold into womanhood. May my body give you many years of joy. May my womb give you many children that will serve you well.

Something kissed the outside of her sex and she knew it to be his manhood, waiting to press onward and tear through her virginity.
She smiled up at him, completely trusting in her new Master.

 

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Aemilia reached up to place her hands on his chest and her fingers tangled in the mass of dark curly hair, as she looked up at him trustingly with her expressive emerald green eyes and gave thanks to the goddess Venus,

"I thank the Goddess Venus that it is you leading me over the threshold into womanhood. May my body give you many years of joy. May my womb give you many children that will serve you well.

The tip of Quinn's hard, erect phallus brushed against Aemilia's pink folds guarding the entrance to her innocence. He held himself up above her with one hand and with the other guided one of Aemilia's to hold his thick girth,

"It would please me greatly if you opened the entrance to your womanhood yourself, just point me in the right direction, nature will do the rest."

There was no hesitation as his manhood was aimed at her puffy wet slit and Quinn sighed softly as he slid into the warm, wet confines of Aemilia's virgin sex. He slid slowly and gently but firmly inside her clasping channel, he encountered only slight resistance and then her defences were broken and he smiled down at her,

"Welcome, how does it feel to be a complete woman Aemilia? I didn't hurt you too much did I? We'll rest for a while and you can clean yourself then we can,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,, you'll see what we can do."

Quinn felt a little tired after such a momentous day in his life and dozed while Aemilia went to clean herself and also, he assumed, to change into fresh clothes, maybe something even more seductive than the tunic she had worn. As he dozed he dreamed of a red-haired woman who was not Aemilia and with her was a young boy around five years old, the significance of this was not lost on him and he knew he had been dreaming of LENA and ALFRED, the family he had left behind in Brittannia, they no doubt thought him dead and would have a new man to care for them so he had no feelings of guilt about being with Aemilia, but he was glad that he at least had remembered their names, he did wonder though if he should tell Aemilia or not.

 

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He took her hand and placed it so that her fingers could wrap around his massive sword. Once more she felt the beating of his heart within it and her heart began beating faster as the broad tip pressed ever so slightly against her wet opening, her soft pink lips unfolding as if to welcome him inside.

"It would please me greatly if you opened the entrance to your womanhood yourself, just point me in the right direction, nature will do the rest."

She smiled at having the honor. In the imperatoris sexus stabulis, she had been taught that the ways that a master might take his sex slave’s virginity varied. Some masters preferred to quickly enter the woman, ripping the hymen and not waiting for the woman’s body to adjust before thrusting harshly in and out and then depositing their sperm. Those men may also prefer to have sex for long periods, spreading the virginal blood all over the purity sheet as if to show others that his slave had bled a lot over his massive penis.

Other masters may show consideration over the slave, with gentle words meant to calm the slave. Sex with such a master was to be cherished as the man seemed to be more of a joy to be deflowered by. The pain was lessen and the flow of virginal blood, though still there, seemed to cease its flow somewhat quicker than the other.

They were all taught that no matter which master a slave should receive, the act was a blessing, something natural and to be embraced. So Aemilia smiled as she placed his manhood up firmly against the opening. Slowly he began to slide into her sex. He was very large and as her body was as yet untried, the chamber was a very tight fit. She lay beneath him and closed her eyes, her mouth slightly parted as if to cry out.

He paused, and she opened her eyes to discover that he was looking at her with concern. She smiled at him, placing a hand upon his cheek, whereupon he continued pressing inward.

Then her reached her maidenhood and the barrier stopped him momentarily. A look passed between them before he suddenly thrusted through. She gave a small gasp as the pain shot through her body and her eyes filled with unshed tears. He smiled down at her.

"Welcome, how does it feel to be a complete woman Aemilia? I didn't hurt you too much did I? We'll rest for a while and you can clean yourself then we can,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,, you'll see what we can do."

“I am fine, Quinn,” she reassured him.

After resting for a moment with his sword within her sheath, he slowly withdrew until he pulled all of the way out. His penis seemed to be coated in a mixture of her cream and virginal blood. He rolled away for her and she slipped out of his bed, noting that the purity cloth was also stained with a small bit of blood where her buttocks had been.

Taking that cloth, she used a clean portion to clean off his member before turning to slip out of his room. Her being nude in the passageways did not surprise any of the slaves that she encountered. All knew that she was a servus sexus, and all were aware that the Master had taken her to his room. All could see the blood that smeared her inner thighs and knew just what that implied. Several of the women looked at her sympathetically, understanding well what had just happened. She returned the smile and headed to the bathhouse.

She stepped into the water until it reached her waist. Carefully she reached between her legs, using her fingers to clean away the blood. Her sex was sore, but not so much that she could not tolerate touching or cleaning it.

Once more she stepped out of the pool and, using the strigil, scraped the water off. The tunic that she had worn when she led her Master to the bathhouse was still on a bench where they had undressed before bathing. She slipped it on and headed for the culina where Julie, the cook, was busy preparing food for the new master. The woman glanced up at her as she entered.

“Good day, Aemilia. Have you finished welcoming our new Master, or does it continue?” Her eyes twinkled.

“I have come to see if perhaps you could quickly ready a small tray of fruit and nuts that I can take back for Master Quinn?”

Julie nodded and deftly began arranging a mixture of dates and figs, and using walnuts all around. She added a chunk of soft bread and then set a small bowl of wine for dunking the bread into. The woman had dark brown hair and pretty brown eyes, her figure was lush but not too much so.

She handed the small tray to Aemilia and gave her a grin. “Keep Master Quinn happy,” she said and Aemilia smiled and nodded, thanking her for the tray.

Quickly Aemilia headed back to Quinn to find him still reclining on his bed. He appeared to be dozing and she quietly placed the tray on the table by his bed so that should he become hungry he could easily reach it and appease that hunger. She turned her back to him and slid her tunic off her shoulders. The soft sound it made as the silky material brushed along her body to puddle at her feet and leaving her body naked seemed almost loud in the room.

She stepped over it and padded over to the bed. Softly sliding in beside him, she could feel the power even in his resting body. His breathing was quiet and even though she did not know him well enough to know if he was sleeping, or merely waiting, she felt that this was a man that could take care of himself and his property. She felt blessed that she had been given to him. She hoped that they could continue what they had been doing.

 

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Quinn's dream faded but he still had a feeling of loss in his heart, he lay still as he felt Aemilia slide into bed beside him, her body warm and soft against him, he sighed softly and held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to acknowledge her presence before he turned his head and kissed her bare shoulder. then asked softly,

"Are you alright Aemilia? No regrets? I can only imagine what a momentous day this has been in your life as it has in mine."

He rolled over to lay half on top of her and nuzzled into the hollow of her neck and shoulder, his hand slid over her flat belly and lay lightly on her redhaired mons, one finger rubbing around her clit, teasing it into wakefulness.

"Now we can play, what do you suggest? Hide and seek perhaps, I hide my manhood inside you and you tell me you have found it when it is all inside you, if you can't find it you pay a forfeit of a kiss."

He thought this way to continue would be best, make a game of making love to her instead of just taking her like a street whore.

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Out of sight, Troilus had watched Quinn deflower Aemilia and cursed their happiness together. He muttered angrily to himself,

"When I finally have you kicking under me you won't be crying 'NO' for long and you'll wonder what you ever saw in that slave."

That was how Troilus thought of Quinn, a gladiator and slave who had got lucky and found favour with Caesar. He fumed when he saw Quinn and Aemilia join together again.

 

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Quinn sighed and reached out his hand to take hers and gently squeeze it. He softly kissed her shoulder.

"Are you alright Aemilia? No regrets? I can only imagine what a momentous day this has been in your life as it has in mine."

“Oh Quinn, of course I am alright. I am now complete. I would never have regrets, not with such a wonderful Master as you.”

He rolled over into her, nuzzling her neck and shoulder and she used one hand to stroke his hair. His large hand briefly squeezed her breast before sliding down her soft body until he reached the hair on her mons, using his finger to tease her clitoris. She held on to him, loving the feel of his nude body next to her nude body. She was pleased that he felt comfortable with her.

"Now we can play, what do you suggest? Hide and seek perhaps, I hide my manhood inside you and you tell me you have found it when it is all inside you, if you can't find it you pay a forfeit of a kiss."

She smiled, happy with the fact that her Master seemed happy with her. She kissed him.

“I would love to play hide and find. I want more than anything to please you. To excite your body. To provide you sexual release. My body feels pleasure when it gives you pleasure. When you make love to me.”

Her other hand drifted down his body as she spoke, feeling the hardness of his body. When she reached his manhood, her small hand took hold of it and began to stroke it. She smiled at him as it increased in size.

“I think that you and I have the same thing in mind.”

Her eyes looked at him, and there could be no doubt that she desired him.

 

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Aemilia kissed Quinn and responded to his suggestion of playing a game of hide and find using his manhood as the item to find,

"I would love to play hide and find. I want more than anything to please you. To excite your body. To provide you sexual release. My body feels pleasure when it gives you pleasure. When you make love to me.”

He sucked in his breath in expectation as her tiny hand moved slowly over his body and eventually held his penis with as much of her fingers as she could get around it and he felt her hand stroking along the whole length moving his foreskin over the crown and back again. The blood rushed to his manhood making it hard and erect, A thick, pulsing snake in her small delicate hand,

" I think that you and I have the same thing in mind.” she smiled as it grew under her knowledgeable ministrations. It was obvious that she was no stranger to handling a man's genitals but that didn't concern him as Troilus had informed him that she had been trained in the ways to give pleasure to a man and that had necessitated having to handle many different shapes and sizes and sometimes colours.

"We do indeed Aemilia, we have much to discover about each other, so if there is something you think you might like or not like tell me, I will do the same."

He rolled over to hover above her the same way as when he deflowered her but this time he did not ask for assistance finding the entrance to her juicy treasure, instead, he slid in with ease, her wetness lubricating the path it needed to take. He felt her lips clasping his shaft as he slid deeper, deep but controlled he wanted her to guess when he was fully hilted in her so she would be wrong and he could claim the forfeit of a kiss, Her hair was splayed out on the pillow like a fiery halo and her breasts bounced and jumped as he increased his pace, faster than she had ever been subjected to before.

"Am I completely there Lena?" he asked only realising that he had said 'LENA' and not Aemilia as he had intended. He did not try to correct himself in the hope that Aemilia hadn't noticed.

 

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When he rolled over, his body slipped easily between her parted legs as his sword slid into her tight sex fitting snuggly. She sighed in contentment as he slowly began to move in and out. For a moment she just enjoyed as they coupled, the feel of his manhood even better than she had been taught that it would feel now that her maidenhood was gone. The pain from its loss was minimal and was decreasing with each stroke that her master took.

But as he slowly increased his speed she remembered his game of her guessing just when he was fully hilted. A kiss she was to forfeit. A kiss she would gladly forfeit. With each stroke her body moved beneath him, breast bouncing as she wrapped her legs around him, his buttocks tensing with his movements.

“Am I completely there Lena?"

At first she didn’t notice that he called her by the wrong name.

“Yes! Oh yes, you must be completely sheathed, Quinn!” She wanted her kiss. She held on to him, smiling up at him with total trust in her eyes.

“Did…I…guess…correctly…? She asked, each word punctuated by him sliding his shaft into her sex.

 

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Quinn breathed a sigh of silent relief that it didn't seem that Aemilia had heard Lena's name slip from his lips, instead she held onto him and smiled, trustingly.

" “Yes! Oh yes, you must be completely sheathed, Quinn! He continued his gentle firm thrusting, and Aemilia asked again, hoping for a kiss if she was wrong.

"Did…I…guess…correctly…? She paused between each word as he slid deeper inside her.

"I am sorry, you're wrong this time, you are so eager for me to fill you, but now you must pay your forfeit and then ask me again."

His lips claimed hers, hot, passionate, and arousing he gave longer driving thrusts into her soaking-wet treasure, her wet channel gripping his shaft tightly as he reached his limit and was forced to empty his creamy seed inside her, time after time after time he flooded her insides until the creamy sperm began to ooze from her stretched vagina and trickle down over her anus.

"I don't think you need to ask again Aemilia, but I want you to experience something that I am certain you have been told about but never experienced, when it happens it will feel wonderful and frightening at the same time but don't worry I will help you through it."

Quinn gave her quick hard thrusts, tapping the tip of his rod on her cervix then easing back to long, sliding, slippery movements, and rubbing around her distended clitoris waiting for her to cum for him.

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Troilus's ears pricked up as he heard Quinn utter the name Lena and wondered who she might be, she was clearly someone from Quinn's past, if he could learn more perhaps he could use that knowledge to split the two lovers and take Aemilia for himself.

 

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She gladly paid the price as Quinn’s lips collected his reward. His lips greedily took her, kissing her as if it were a necessity. Suddenly she was filled as never before, her sex stuffed. Like a man possessed he rammed his manhood deep within her and she held on with not only her arms but her legs. She could see and feel that this was a need that he had, and she willingly supplied him an outlet for that need.

Finally he thrusted deep within her and she felt the warmth as he deposited his seed within her. She held on, thinking him complete, but she was wrong for he immediate began to ride her again, a much shorter ride but still as powerful, until he once more blasted his seed deep into her womb.


"I don't think you need to ask again Aemilia, but I want you to experience something that I am certain you have been told about but never experienced, when it happens it will feel wonderful and frightening at the same time but don't worry I will help you through it."

And with that Quinn once more thrust deep into her and she held onto him, until with his perseverance she threw her head back and gave a throaty cry of passion. As she was coming down, she thanked him for the joy that he had given her He held her in his arms, kissing her and she once more gave thanks to the Goddess Venus that she had been placed in the Mighty Quinn’s villa.

They lay there, arm in arm. She stroked his hair. He ran his hand along her thigh. “Are you hungry?” She reached to the tray that she had placed beside his bed, and picked a date to pop in his mouth. He seemed to like it so she picked another piece of fruit.

“Would it be possible to ask a question?” He stopped chewing for a minute, as if hesitating. She smiled. “Who is Lena?” He was still. “You called me by the wrong name earlier.” He stopped eating and seemed to weight his answers.

 

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Quinn brought Aemilia to an all-encompassing climax, she shuddered as he brought her to her climax with her clinging to him with hands and legs like a limpet, throwing her head back, throatily crying out her passion. Slowly she came down and thanked hIm for the previously unknown pleasure he had given her. Quinn just held her and kissed her as they lay in each other's arms. Unable to resist the feel of her silky skin under his fingertips he ran his hand along her thigh, the joy of touching her sufficient.

"Are you hungry?" she asked out of the blue, picked a date and popped it in his mouth. Quinn suddenly realised that he hadn't eaten since what passed for breakfast with the other gladiators that morning. The day's events drove all thoughts of food from his mind but now he felt the pangs of hunger in his belly, Aemilia fed him another piece of fruit and as he was chewing it she asked,

"Would it be possible to ask a question?” He stopped chewing, hesitating for a moment. Then, she smiled.

“Who is Lena?” He was stunned, so she had heard his slip as they were making love. what could he say?

“You called me by the wrong name earlier.” It appeared that she was;t angry with him just curious. He weighed his answer, choosing his words carefully.

"Lena," he repeated her name before he continued, "Lena is a name that has not passed my lips for many a long day, yet at one time we were inseparable, wildly in love, making plans for our future, we had a child, a boy called Alfred, after King Alfred who burnt the cakes, I doubt you know the story, I will tell you another time. Anyway, My tribe, THE ICENI, rebelled against the Romans occupying our country and Queen Boadicea led us into battle, I was captured and brought to Rome, and after six months of hard labour in the marble quarries I was chosen to become a gladiator, that was two years ago. The rest you know, except why I suddenly called out Lena's name, I am not sure myself but it may be that she was also beautiful like you and blessed with hair of the same fiery colour as yours and in the throes of passion she sprang to mind,"

Quinn felt tears forming in his eyes and tried unsuccessfully to blink them away.

"I cannot think of her again, I will never see her again or my son, he will be growing into a fine young man now. That is my story Aemilia, but my life is now, here in Rome, with you,,,,,,always with you"

He held both of Aemilia's hands in his and lifted them up to kiss them.

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Quinn was silent for a minute. Was it a secret he wished to reveal? She certainly did not wish to cause him pain or distress. When he finally spoke she could see pain in his eyes. She placed a hand on his chest while he held her in his arms.

"Lena. Lena is a name that has not passed my lips for many a long day, yet at one time we were inseparable, wildly in love, making plans for our future, we had a child, a boy called Alfred, after King Alfred who burnt the cakes, I doubt you know the story, I will tell you another time. Anyway, My tribe, THE ICENI, rebelled against the Romans occupying our country and Queen Boadicea led us into battle, I was captured and brought to Rome, and after six months of hard labour in the marble quarries I was chosen to become a gladiator, that was two years ago. The rest you know, except why I suddenly called out Lena's name, I am not sure myself but it may be that she was also beautiful like you and blessed with hair of the same fiery colour as yours and in the throes of passion she sprang to mind,"

She saw his pain as tears started but he fought it.

"I cannot think of her again, I will never see her again or my son, he will be growing into a fine young man now. That is my story Aemilia, but my life is now, here in Rome, with you,,,,,,always with you"

He kissed her hands and smiled at her. She smiled back and reached up to press her hand against his cheek.

“So you were once free and became enslaved. That must have been very difficult for you, leaving your family and loved ones. It must make you very happy to be free again. I am very happy for you. And I will do my best to make you happy. I am here to give you joy. To relieve your tension, whether from the stresses of the day, or the stress from remembering. I am sorry that I have caused you pain.”

The mood in the room had changed, and it was her fault. She should try to relieve his sorrow. She leaned into him, her body soft in his arms. It was a tender kiss that she gave him, her hard nipples pressed into his chest as her lips to seemed to promise more. She could feel his member getting harder with her attentions.

“Lay back and let me ease you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and, with a gentle nudge he acquiesced. His manhood was once again rising straight and strong and she smiled at him as she got to her knees and straddled him. He was wide and she had to stretch her legs to get into position. From his angle he could see her flower, with her dew upon its petals as he was pointed towards his goal.

Since this was the first time she had done this for real, she hoped she would have no trouble slipping such a large member into her sex. The gods were with her and his strong sword slipped deep into her sheath. With a sigh of contentment, she began to undulate upon his member. His large hands rested on her thighs, easily covering them as she rose up on her knees only to slid back down his penis.

On a down stroke she leaned in to kiss him, her hand unnoticed to reach out to the platter of fruits to pluck a grape. As she rose back up she slipped the grape unseen into her mouth. This was something that the lanista sexus had given her praise upon for so often for she could usually do this unnoticed.

Back up she rode, the grape still hidden within her mouth, her sex gripping his member tight. On the downstroke, she smiled at him, the grape revealed between her teeth. She leaned back down to him, his manhood pressed deep into her chamber. Smiling, she kissed him, pressing the grape into his open mouth with her tongue.

 

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Quinn's confession, for that, is, what it was, had brought on an unfounded sense of guilt, Aemilia had asked him a question and he had answered it honestly, he had not needed to for he was the master and Aemilia merely his sexus servus. However, there were no recriminations from her, not that it was her place to admonish him for it, she smiled at him as he held her hands to his lips and kissed them, merely stroking his face as if to say that she understood. Then she put it into words, words that he treasured in that moment,

" So you were once free and became enslaved. That must have been very difficult for you, leaving your family and loved ones. It must make you very happy to be free again. I am very happy for you. And I will do my best to make you happy. I am here to give you joy. To relieve your tension, whether from the stresses of the day, or the stress from remembering. I am sorry that I have caused you pain.”

He felt Aemilia lean closer to him and kiss him, tenderly trying to kiss away the pain. Aemilia was all soft and smooth, her lips warm and parting as she kissed him, her breasts pressed against him with her hard swollen nipples, peaks of desire digging into his chest. He could smell her scent, the scent of a woman and his member began to stiffen with desire.

"Lay back and let me ease you.” Quinn let her lay him down and straddle him her strong thighs on either side of him, he looked down his body to see Aemilia's swollen opening, pink and shiny with her juice. Now it was clear what Aemilia wanted to do he put her hand on his manhood and together they pointed it to her treasure. Between them, they got into position and with Quinn's member being so hard and Aemilia's entrance slippery with her juices he slid in with no effort, her womanly channel fitting around his shaft like a handmade glove.

With a sigh that Quinn understood to be contentment her hips undulated on his erect rod, up and down, up and down, she rode him as Quinn rested his large hands on her smooth silky thighs, her breasts bouncing rhythmically with her undulations. Quinn watched her smiling face and was suddenly surprised to see a large juicy grape appear between her teeth, next moment she leaned down to him and pressed the juicy fruit into his mouth with her tongue as she kissed him. It was such a simple act yet so intimate, the sort of thing that happens between lovers.

Quinn loved the feel of the grape's juice in his mouth as they burst the grape between them with their tongues but not wanting to be outdone he stretched out his arm to the dish containing the fruits and found a sticky date and brought it back and smeared the stickiness of the date on Aemilia's nipples then he found two strawberries and stuck one on each nipple, he then chuckled as they resumed making love.

"We may be here for some time my dear, as a soldier I was taught to always have supplies when you begin to flag."

Two hours later both strawberries had been eaten and the stickiness of the date licked off, Quinn and Aemilia lay naked entwined in each other's arms in an exhausted sleep.

 

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She woke up alone. That was fine. She was after all only his sex slave and not his spouse. She had drifted off to sleep in his arms after they had spent several hours having sex. Aemilia smiled at the memory of that. She stretched and got up out of his bed. The longer that she lay there, the more behind that the slave in charge of cleaning his bed would get.

She quickly slipped on her tunic and picked up the tray, nibbling the few nuts and fruit leftover as she headed for the culina. Julie was busy preparing a meal, the table full of fresh fish and pears and currants. A group of fruit tarts sat over to the side, flavored with honey and poppy seeds. The cook looked up at her and smiled.

“I’m returning the tray. It was very much appreciated.” She smiled back.

“Master Quinn left earlier with Troilus.” Julie looked around as if to make sure that the two of them were alone. “Do you know Troilus?”

“I believe that I have met him before.” She spoke in general terms. She knew better than to say too much.

Julie nodded her head and understood, changing the subject a bit. “Troilus took Master Quinn out. Something about showing him where he could obtain just what he was looking for. I suspect that he may be invited for the evening meal.”

Aemilia nodded. Besides, the triclinium (dining room) was for the Master and his other freemen guests. Not for slaves. The only slaves that would enter the triclinium were the serving slaves. She really did not mind. She was quite used to eating in her room. Sleeping in her room. She had done it all her life.

“I will come get my meal and eat in my room.” Julie raised an eyebrow at her. “If the Master wishes me to come to his bed, he will send word.”

She knew well that a sex slave might not be used every night. So until she was called to his bed, or to the bathhouse to bathe him, a sex slave was expected to wait. And should Master Quinn obtain a spouse, she just might only be called to entertain a guest or several guests at a party. Or entertain the master should his spouse not wish to entertain him. That was being a slave.

Leaving the culina, Aemilia slipped along the halls and through the garden into the slave quarters. A good slave was not seen and never noticed. Her room, just one of the other slave’s rooms, was plain and small. Her things were just as she had left them. Air drifted through the window. It was a lot smaller than the window in the Master’s bedroom but the breeze was welcome nevertheless.

She methodically cleaned herself. She did not need to go to the Thermae as she had been only hours earlier with the Master at his bathhouse. She really hoped that she would not see Troilus any more than absolutely necessary. The man gave her an uneasy feeling. She knew that he had wanted her. Several times the Lanista Sexus had informed her that the man had made a request to be gifted her. She would pray to the gods that he would not get his wish. Even Caesar had refused his request. Perhaps that was why she had been gifted to Quinn. And she hoped that instead the man would discover a new servus sexus to become enamored with.

Troilus had even requested of the Lanista Sexus to let him train her in anal sex. That sort of things had been abandoned some time ago. Too many men, claiming that it was unintentional, would instead “accidentally” thrust into the wrong entrance of a slave and by mistake break the maidenhood and make a slave unusable as a maiden. Therefore, only the lanista sexus could be trusted with training a slave for anal sex. And Caesar’s soldiers and guards and staff could at least have oral sex performed upon him while a lanista sexus walked up and down the line training the slaves and keeping an eye on everyone.

Aemilia stretched out on her bed, taking a rest as she listened to the birds twittering outside her window. She remembered the story her Master had told her of his previous life, of Lena and his son Alfred. Of his life as a freeman. The sadness was strong in his voice as he spoke of those that he had loved, and had lost.

She smelled the food before she heard the voice call out to her.

“Aemilia?” She quickly rose and stepped over to the curtained doorway. Out in the hall stood one of the female slaves holding two plates of food.

“You did not need to wait on me.”

“ I thought that you might like some company. I am Decima. It is my position to do the laundry.”

So Aemilia and Decima became friends over their plates of fish and bread. Their meals were smaller than the Master and the other freemen and was basically fish and bread, but still they ate better than many other slaves. Once she finished, Decima returned the plates to the culina. Aemilia lay down on her bed and drifted off to sleep.

 

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It was early when Troilus went to Quinn's bed chamber to wake Quinn but first looked jealously at Quinn and Aemilia coiled together naked in each other's arms. As he bent over to shake Quinn by the shoulder he could smell the scent of sex on them from the night before and surreptitiously ran his fingers along Aemilia's slit, still wet and sniffed at the aroma of arousal that lingered on her sex.


"Come, Quinn, we must hurry to catch the bargains in the best shops before the merchants put up their new prices, which they do every day, You need to buy some more erotic attire for Aemilia to wear so she might inflame your passion even further, The Lanista Sexus only gives those who leave the bare minimum, however, there is much variety of attire for those who know where to go and have the wealth to pay for it."

Quinn rubbed the sleep from his eyes, splashed his face with rose-scented water, and dressed ready to go out into the streets of Rome, which he had only seen briefly two years before and yesterday when taken to see Caesar. As he was dressing, Troilus cast lustful glances at Aemilia, still sleeping, with her legs splayed out and unknowingly showing her sex to anyone who looked.

As they walked through the already busy streets Troilus pointed out various buildings and their function, eventually, they turned into a broad thoroughfare lined with shops selling all varieties of goods. Troilus turned into one shop which was displaying all kinds of attire for men and women, Troilus spoke to the owner and asked somewhat furtively,

"What do you have in the back room, my friend here has a new servus sexus, a rare beauty with flaming red hair top and elsewhere." He chuckled at that and went on,

"We think something to get the blood pumping when she dances for us,,,,, sorry,,,, I mean him and also something that reveals yet does not reveal all,"

He turned to Quinn who stood there not quite sure what to say.

"Isn't that right Mighty Quinn, only the best will do?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose so, you know better than I,"

They were taken into a back room where there sat a young woman, petite and shapely but sadly no beauty.

"The Salome, Titania," ordered the shop owner,

"Yes Master.

The young woman went behind a screen and just a few minutes later emerged wearing a flimsy breast covering and two pieces of fine silk front and rear hanging from her waist,

"Dance for The Mighty Quinn," ordered Troilus throatily, lust for the young assistant evident in his eyes.

Hesitantly she swayed her hips and shook her breasts, her face scarlet from embarrassment.

Her master added hastily, sensing a good sale, "The necklace and chain are extra I'm afraid but inexpensive for what they add to the whole picture."

We'll take it all," said Troilus before Quinn could say no. "What else do you have to show us? Hurry up, we have others to see."

Bowing and scraping the merchant said,

"We have both indoor and outdoor wear, other customers have told me that a sexus slavus needs to be reminded or be aware every waking moment of what she is so for indoors might I suggest this?"

He showed them a halter neck dress split at the waist with a plunging neckline to attract a man's eye

"That is perfect, we'll take it," drooled Troilus, imagining Aemilia dressed in such revealing attire. "What do you have for walking out?"

"Something perhaps a little less revealing but enough to attract attention, you say the slave in question is a red-haired beauty? This colour and style will show her to be what she is, the necklace and chain confirming that she is an owned slave. As you can see only the most beautiful women can wear this particular Greek style, it will also please your sexus slavus."

"Very well you have talked me ,,,, sorry,,,, my friend here, into buying everything, have them delivered to his home before we arrive back this afternoon. "

Quinn had stood by the whole time letting Troilus do as he wished, he didn't agree with much of what had been said but he didn't wish to offend anyone by protesting at their thoughts on slaves.

When they returned to the villa, their purchases had been delivered and were laying on a low table in the entrance hall. Quinn called a passing slave,

"Gaius, find Aemilia and tell her to come here.

 

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Once Aemilia woke up again, she thought back to the new friend she had made earlier that day. Decima was a sweet person and the two women had exchanged stories about their lives. Decima was surprised that Aemilia was carrying on what her mother had done.

“You mean that you have always been a slave?”

Aemilia nodded.

“And your mother was also a slave?”

Aemilia smiled and nodded.

“What of her mother?”

“She never told me. She may not have known.”

Decima pet Aemilia’s arm as if to provide comfort. Decima’s own story was just as interesting. She and her family had lived in a small village on the edge of where the Roman Empire met her lands. Her father tried to protect his family but lost his life doing so. Her mother was taken away and Decima and her sister and brother were split up, be given to different villas to work as slaves. Before she came here she had been a slave to an elderly man who had just recently died.

“I was not pretty enough to become a servus sexus.”

Aemilia started to disagree, but Decima stopped her. “That is fine with me. You have a very hard position. I would not want that much responsibility. All I must do is make sure that the Master’s clothes are clean. And make sure that his bedding is clean and soft.”

She had never considered any other position in a household than a sex slave. Her mother had been one, and now she was one. And she imagined that any daughter that she should have, would become one. After all, any child born of a male freeman and a female slave, is a slave.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out to her just outside of her room. She called out to answer and a slave that she recognized was named Gaius stepped inside.

“Master Quinn and his friend Troilus have returned. Master Quinn has called for your presence in the atrium.”

“Thank you Gaius.” The man turned to leave. Had she been a freeman, he would have given a bow of acknowledgment. She rose up and added some of her personal scent to various spots in her body. But she did not want to keep her Master waiting for long. She was not very happy that Troilus might still be there with Quinn. However, that should be none of her concern.

She quickly combed her hair before leaving her room and heading for the Atrium. She walked down the long hall seeing Quinn as her sandals made soft sounds upon the marble floor, her hips moving sensually. Even from this distance Master Quinn stood out, his body strong and commanding. Troilus, on the other hand, was loud. She had heard someone once make fun of the man, remarking that he would probably make a good senator just on the volume of his voice.

But Troilus’ words seemed to trail off once he caught sight of her heading towards them. As she reached to where they stood, Aemilia immediately bowed down at her Master’s feet, her body prostrate before him.

“Oh Mighty Quinn, it is an honor. How may I serve you?” Her hair fanned out on the floor around her.

 

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Aemilia arrived smiling as always her soft voice proclaiming that she was there to serve him, she was halfway to the floor to prostrate herself before him but he stopped her,

"I need no grand gestures from my servants least of all from you after what we have already shared, but the reason I called you was to give you these few clothes to supplement the paltry wardrobe you were given, two are the same so you can wear those from day to day, if one becomes soiled you can change. The other is for when you come out with me, you have to know that it is customary for the sexus slavus to wear a collar and a chain so that others can see you are a beautiful, obedient slave,

"Don't forget to mention the third item Quinn, I can barely wait until Aemilia dances for us this evening." Troilus couldn't keep quiet, his eyes already mentally undressing Aemilia, seeing her almost naked body undulating within reach.

"I hadn't forgotten Troilus, Aemilia, will you dance for me and my guest this evening? The dance costume is representative of Salome a truly wonderful dancer I have been told, she could seduce a roomful of men with a shake of her hips."

Quinn was at a loss as to what might have upset Aemilia, she had said nothing but although she smiled with her mouth the light had gone out in her eyes. As it was she collected up her new clothes and went back to her room without a word or a backward glance

"Mistake number one Quinn, let the slaves worship you as if you were a god, give them too much leeway and they will cease to fear you, and that can only lead to trouble. I always find an excuse to give one of my slaves at random a good thrashing, it keeps the others in order"

"I cannot say that I agree with you Troilus but you must do it your way, having been a slave myself I know that your treatment of your slaves only harbours resentment which one day will bubble over, take my advice and ease up."

Troilus merely "HARRUMPED," his displeasure

He followed Quinn to the dining area where supper was to be taken and Aemilia would dance for them, Troilus arranged himself so that he was the nearest to the performing area, if Aemilia wanted to get to Quinn she would have to step over him.

Soon it was time for Aemilia to make an appearance and what an appearance it was, she leapt into view sailing through the air like a graceful swallow, and then she proceeded to dance to the steady drumbeat only to cut the performance short, she stopped dancing as it was reaching its climax,

"What is it Aemilia are you hurt?" Quinn asked anxiously, he was worried as Aemilia had been acting strangely
out of character since he had asked her to dance for him and Troilus, did she not like Troilus? She hardly knew him.

 

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The Master would not let her stay on the floor but instead had her stand. What surprised her was that he had bought her new clothes. That was sweet but she could clearly see Troilus’ hand in all of this. Instead of him showing Quinn the good places where he could purchase new togas and tunics more befitting of his new status, he convinced her Master to purchase clothing that would dress his servus sexus. And if Troilus had his way, he would worm his way into staying for the meal so he could watch her dance. The man made her most uncomfortable.

"… the reason I called you was to give you these few clothes to supplement the paltry wardrobe you were given, two are the same so you can wear those from day to day, if one becomes soiled you can change. The other is for when you come out with me, you have to know that it is customary for the sexus slavus to wear a collar and a chain so that others can see you are a beautiful, obedient slave,”

She was surprised that he should wish to take her out in public. She remembered her mother rarely leaving the villa but then the other servus sexus had been the master’s favorite.

"Don't forget to mention the third item Quinn, I can barely wait until Aemilia dances for us this evening."

Ah, yes, she had been right about Troilus.

"I hadn't forgotten Troilus, Aemilia, will you dance for me and my guest this evening? The dance costume is representative of Salome a truly wonderful dancer I have been told, she could seduce a roomful of men with a shake of her hips."

She smiled and gave a bow of her head before picking up the packages and turning to head back to the slave quarters and her room. She could feel their eyes on her hips until she disappeared around the corner.

She opened the packages one by one, admiring the clothes and loving the feel of the fine fabrics. Most slaves - even service sexus ones - rarely had the chance to wear anything other than a poor quality wool or perhaps linen. But this was high quality material and the costs of these clothes probably costs Quinn quite a few coins.

She dressed in the outfit that Quinn and Troilus had denoted for her to wear while dancing. It certainly was made for showing off her charms as the top part lifted her breast to make them very noticeable. And the bottom half of the costume would sway and part, giving glimpses of her sex. She also checked out the other clothes and found them beautiful. Carefully she tucked away the clothes and prepared for her dance. She wanted to please her Master and yet she was not happy with Troilus being there. However, being a slave meant that she must do whatever her Master wished.

About halfway through their meal, one of the slaves came to let her know. She thanked him and said a quick prayer to Venus before slowly walking down the hall towards the triclinium. She was worried as she and the musician had not had a chance to practice together. The musician had not arrived to the villa until just before the meal. Ideal would give them several days to work something up. She felt uncomfortable as she preferred to be prepared.

Standing outside the archway she heard the drumbeat start and she tried making a strong entrance. As best as she could, she attempted losing herself in the dance though it was difficult. Troilus was right there, his eyes seeming to drink her in. In his stare there was a gleam that made her uncomfortable.

Suddenly she realized that she had lost the beat: she had lost the dance. She hesitated before stopping, standing there before the two men. The musician continued on for several beats before realizing that she was no longer following him and he stopped also.

"What is it Aemilia are you hurt?" She stood there, ashamed at what had happened, and shook her head. She had to rush around Troilus to reach her Master before she was able to prostrate herself at her Master’s feet.

“Oh Mighty Quinn, please forgive me for I had not had time to work with the musician and I lost the beat. I beg your forgiveness. It is my fault.” It really was not either the fault of hers or the musician, but she would take the blame. “I am sorry for having shamed you and your villa.”

 

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The sudden halt of Aemilia's dance immediately concerned Quinn and he asked anxiously,

"What is it Aemilia are you hurt?" But she shook her head and rushed over to Quinn and avoided a grinning Troilus prostrating herself at her Master's feet her hair covering her face like a hood. She looked up at Quinn almost with tears in her eyes,

"Oh Mighty Quinn, please forgive me for I had not had time to work with the musician and I lost the beat. I beg your forgiveness. It is my fault I am sorry for having shamed you and your villa.”

Quinn could see that she was distraught at having failed to deliver the entertainment she had been told to provide but Quinn was not about to compound her misery with punishment, he lifted her chin up with his finger and brushed the hair away from her face.

"It is not your fault, if it is anyone's fault it is mine, expecting you to perform with so little notice, sit with us and eat, there is fruit aplenty. Troilus as usual had something to say on the matter,

"What? Not even a spanking on her delectable little rear? I was in thrall to her dancing, did you see the way she thrusts her hips towards us both? " Then he put the barb into Aemilia, "And that mouth, those sultry lips, surely there is a better use for them than eating, drinking or even kissing."


He rolled his wet tongue over his lips and then lewdly pushed his tongue in his cheek to suggest sucking a penis. By now even Quinn with his apparently mild manner was becoming irritated by Troilus's endless stream of sexual innuendo.

"I think Troilus that is enough, can you not see that the girl is distraught and in no fit way to provide more entertainment, perhaps another time when she has had a chance to prepare properly? So if you would leave us please, I must thank you for your advice in the shop."

Troilus tried but failed to keep the scowl off his face and left in a huff. Quinn turned his attention back to Aemilia,

"If you wish you may go back to your quarters and freshen up and return later when ,,,,," He smiled as he finished, ",,, we can think of some way you can show me just how sorry you are."

 

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She feared that her failure to entertain might result in her being sent back to the imperatoris sexus stabulis. But he understood and forgave her, lifting her face to look at him.

"It is not your fault, if it is anyone's fault it is mine, expecting you to perform with so little notice, sit with us and eat, there is fruit aplenty.”

He pulled her down onto the chaise beside him and popped fresh fruit into her mouth. She was glad that he was not angry with her and though she had already had her meal, she nibbled on the food that he fed her.

Unfortunately Troilus began to make fun of her, teasing about spanking her, or making her provide oral sex. He laughed as he did it but Aemilia knew very well that he really meant it. And she knew that had Troilus been her master, he would have done all that he spoke of.

She was proud of Quinn when he spoke up and admonished Troilus and asked him to leave.

"I think Troilus that is enough, can you not see that the girl is distraught and in no fit way to provide more entertainment, perhaps another time when she has had a chance to prepare properly? So if you would leave us please, I must thank you for your advice in the shop."

Aemilia could tell that Troilus was not happy. He could not hide the displeasure at being asked to leave. Scowling, the man was mumbling under his breath as he made a half-hearted attempt to be gracious but failed miserably.

"If you wish you may go back to your quarters and freshen up and return later when ,,,,," He smiled as he finished, ",,, we can think of some way you can show me just how sorry you are

She smiled at him and placed her hand against his cheek. “I thank you Master.” She glanced over as the musician began to gather his instruments. “Perhaps tomorrow some time I will be able to practice with you. I am very sorry for my inadequacy.”

The musician smiled and nodded. “I shall be available whenever you wish.”

It did not take long for him to gather his things and, bowing low to the Master, retired to his room. That left Aemilia and Quinn alone in the triclinium except for periodically when a serving slave would enter cleaning away Troilus’ leftover food.

She turned to Quinn. “I was afraid that you might be disappointed with me and return me to the imperatoris sexus stabulis.” She hesitated for a moment before she leaned in to him. “I didn’t know if you would want me to entertain you tonight. Just when would you like me to come to you?”

Once she had her answer, she kissed him and stood up, leaving the triclinium and walked back to the slave quarters and her room. Once there, she slipped off the dancing outfit and instead changed into the new white tunic with the jeweled accent. The nipples of her breast could be seen through the fabric when she moved and the two slits up the front of both legs easily gave glimpses of her sex. She wanted to show him that she was grateful for his gifts.

She applied a bit of her special scent. Only just a bare minimum as you apply lightly. As she finished dressing, she considered the problem of Troilus. Usually servus sexus were expected to keep secrets as to who the entertainer and just how they entertain. But she could see that Troilus was planning on being a thorn in her side. And if Quinn should ask, she would not lie to him.

It was time to leave. Quinn should be ready. Silently her sandals walked across the floor as she headed for her Master’s bedroom. She could refuse him nothing. When she reached the curtained entrance to his room, she called out softly. “Master Quinn?”

 

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With Aemilia gone back to change Quinn was alone and had time to reflect on the evening's events, it seemed to him that Troilus's disgusting innuendoes were aimed personally at Aemilia, it made him wonder if the same would have occurred if it had been anyone other than Aemilia. Was there something between them that he knew nothing about? Although he had known her for only a very short while he knew that she had been trained to keep her personal thoughts to herself so she would not tell him what it was unless he asked her for he also trusted her not to lie to him.

Soon enough it was time for her to return as he had told her, he listened for her footsteps across the marble floor but all he heard was the whisper of her soft sandals. Then he heard the soft lilt of her voice at the curtained entrance to his bed-chamber.

"Master Quinn?”

His heart began to beat faster as she pulled the curtain aside and stepped through, a true vision of beauty,

In one of the dresses bought earlier that day, all white with gold detail at the waist. Her breasts were arranged within the material to show as much as possible of their magnificence while her nipples were hard and proud against the fabric, as she walked the skirts swirled around her legs and thighs affording brief tempting glimpses of her fiery bush. Quinn swallowed hard and tried to speak normally but it came out rasping as if short of breath.

"You are always welcome here Aemilia, it is quite possible that we will spend more time together here than in any other place."

He walked over to her and held her face in his hands and gently kissed her soft red lips.

"You may undress me Aemilia but I wish to disrobe you myself."

Aemilia carried out his request quickly and efficiently as she had been taught and stood waiting for Quinn.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around so her back was to him.

Quinn moved Aemilia's long fiery locks to one side and proceeded to place delicate kisses on the back of her neck and across both silky smooth alabaster shoulders, He then encircled her small waist with his big strong hands and slid them slowly up her body following her curves until upon reaching her breasts he pulled aside the fabric that held them and cupped the silky soft, yielding orbs and massaged the flesh with his large calloused hands trapping each swelling nipples between his fingers. Quinn murmured softly in her ear so she would have no illusions about the night ahead.
"I adore your breasts and nipples Aemilia, you can be certain they will receive a great deal of attention tonight"
On releasing her breast he brought his hands down to her rear and moved the soft fabric that covered her buttocks and ran his hands over the cute round globes and drew a finger teasingly along the crevice between them before sliding his hand around to cover the silky soft hair of her mons then dipping down to the wetness of her sex, He sighed with pleasure and commenced to undo the halter neck of her gown and allowing gravity to do the rest. The gown slid off her shoulders and then hung precariously on her nipples as if reluctant to leave them it slid to the floor around her ankles leaving her beautiful shapely body naked to his view albeit from the rear.
He closed the gap between them his meaty sword leading the way, hard, long, thick and seeking a home. His sword slid between her buttocks as he walked her forward to the side of the bed.

"Just bend over and rest on your hands or elbows, whichever is most comfortable, we will leave your anus for another time, for tonight it is only trying a new position. First, though I must ask you, what is it that troubles you so much about Troilus?"

 

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“You are always welcome here Aemilia, it is quite possible that we will spend more time together here than in any other place."

He crossed to her and gently kissed her, his lips sweet and caring.

"You may undress me Aemilia but I wish to disrobe you myself."

Even fully clothed she could see that her Master was aching for her, his mighty sword apparently longing for her sheath. With practiced skill she divested Quinn of his tunic and loin cloth. A gentle touch on his chest, a stroke of his manhood, a feathery caress of his buttocks. All designed to enflame him.

Once she had him naked, she stood awaiting his pleasure. And he wasted no time, taking charge by turning her back to him. She could feel the heat of his body through the silk material as he moved aside her long hair, lightly kissing her shoulders and neck.

His hands easily encircled her waist, making her very aware of her Master strength as his hands traveled up her body to find where her breast lay hidden by the fine material. From the sides he slipped his hands in between fabric and skin, finding her breast with her nipples hard with need. She leaned back against him, moaning softly as his fingers lightly pinched those rosy nipples swollen and needy. His voice was low in her ear - words just for her and her alone.

"I adore your breasts and nipples Aemilia, you can be certain they will receive a great deal of attention tonight"

She smiled.

He withdrew his hand from her breast, suddenly leaving them cool and longing for more. He did not disappoint, using the slit in her tunic to gain access to her buttocks. He ran a hand over their smoothness, lightly dipping down into the crevasse that separated the two round globes. But that was just a tease before he reached around to her mons, his hand easily covering the fiery hair guarding the entrance to where her sex lay hidden, his fingers finding her wetness. He sighed in her ear, seemingly satisfied that she too was ready.

With sure hands he slipped the tunic off her shoulders, letting it slowly slide until it was puddled around her feet. He took a step back and she could feel his eyes on her body. He apparently approved of what he saw as he stepped forward to slide his manhood into that dark crease that hid her anus before guiding her towards his bed.

"Just bend over and rest on your hands or elbows, whichever is most comfortable, we will leave your anus for another time, for tonight it is only trying a new position. First, though I must ask you, what is it that troubles you so much about Troilus?”

She bent over, resting on her elbows, so that it presented her sex to him better. She was looking forward to this, and then he finished off by asking her about Troilus. Her stomach dipped. Troilus was really the last thing that she wished to discuss with him immediately before or even during sex. She hesitated for a moment.

“If it would please you, Quinn,” she hesitated for the briefest moment before she spoke his name, “I will tell you all but I prefer to do so after we have enjoyed ourselves. I swear that I will answer all questions but talk of him should not be during pleasure.”

She was unsure as to whether his curiosity would win and he would delay sex until he had his answer, or if he was fine with waiting until they had pleasured themselves and lay in each other’s arms. She did not know her Master well enough yet to forecast what he would do. So she stood there, waiting, bent over the bed with her rear end up in the air and presented for his pleasure. The next step was his. All she could do was await his decision. She hoped that he would understand and not think less of her.

 

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As soon as he asked the question Aemilia he realised it was not the most tactful preamble to a long night of pleasure with his Servus Sexus but she was a slave and should have answered his question and then carried out her duty of pleasuring him. However, she chose a different path, not by outright refusal for that would have been foolhardy

'If it would please you, Quinn, I will tell you all but I prefer to do so after we have enjoyed ourselves. I swear that I will answer all questions but talk of him should not be during pleasure.”

Quinn was torn, on the one hand, Amilia's response had made him more determined to find out what was the animosity between Aemilia and Troilus, on the other Aemilia's soft willing body was waiting, her buttocks were flawlessly rounded and the flesh both firm and softly silky, her sex glistening wetly in invitation. He had to do
SOMETHING.

"You realise that you have just refused to do your master's bidding for which I would be quite within my rights to have you flogged for insolence and insubordination. Running your words through my head again I find no refusal just a request to delay the telling, a word of warning though, unless asked for it you have no preferences. We will discuss it later.

Aemilia had not moved from her position bent over the edge of the bed and Quinn moved behind her and prised her rounded cheeks part so his manhood could slip between her legs, with a gentle rocking motion he rubbed along her wet odorous slit and across the hard pearly button of her clit. Quinn made love to Aemilia slowly, stroking and massaging her body, learning what she found most pleasurable, not only where but when, sometimes she would moan with pleasure as he did something during her orgasm and have her shaking and shivering all over again. After several hours they both needed to rest, They lay quietly in each other's arms with Quinn idly twirling a lock of Aemilia's burnished red/gold hair.

"I have another question for you Aemilia, will you stay the night with me and tell me about you and Troilus?"

 

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"You realise that you have just refused to do your master's bidding for which I would be quite within my rights to have you flogged for insolence and insubordination. Running your words through my head again I find no refusal just a request to delay the telling, a word of warning though, unless asked for it you have no preferences. We will discuss it later.

Still bent over the bed, all she could do was to bend her head down so that it was pressed between her fore arms against the bed. “Yes, Master.”

He appeared to accept her answer as he placed a hand upon her lower back to stroke her soft skin there. His hand followed down to her buttocks, using both hands to part her butt cheeks and allow his manhood to rub back and forth along her wet sex, picking up moisture before she felt him slide into her. She moaned at the feel of him deep inside her.

For several hours he made love to her, enjoying her body as he brought her to an orgasm several times. True to his word his hands would frequently reach around to caress her breast, lightly pinching and rolling the puffy nipples between his fingers. As he would pump into her, his sac would lightly hit her clit and she found that climax easy to achieve in this new position.

After filling her sex several times with his precious seed, he bent over to lay along her back, his skin warm against hers. She could feel his breath teasing her hair. Slowly he stood and pulled her up and to him. He laid down on his bed, pulling her down to him so that she lay in his arms under the light bedding fabric. His fingers seemed to play with her body still, stroking various areas such as her breast, her abdomen, her hips. After a bit, he seemed to settle upon her playing with her hair, the golden red locks in his hands.

"I have another question for you Aemilia, will you stay the night with me and tell me about you and Troilus?"

“As you desire, Quinn.”

She knew that this time would eventually come. She was not ashamed of her life for it was all she had ever known. But she did not want HIM to be ashamed of her, and she certainly did not want him to find disfavor with her.

She took a deep breath and spoke softly to him.

“In order for you to understand me, I must tell you some of my history first. My mother was a sexus servus in the household of Marcus Quintilius. She was beautiful and in her years of service to him, she bore 4 children. I have 3 brothers, though I do not know where they are and have not seen them since the day that each of them was sold when they were but small children. By now, they must be slaves in various households here in Roma. When I was 14, my mother died of fever. But I remained in master Quintilius’ service as a house slave, cleaning rooms and washing.

“Then one day the master found need to sell several of his slaves. I was one chosen to be sold. When I was taken to the slave block, I was chosen by someone from the staff of the Emperor’s house.

“I was taken to the imperatoris sexus stabulis where I began my training as a sexus servus. We were taught how to walk and speak, and how to dance, when we have had a chance to practice with the musicians …”. She blushed as she spoke but carried on “…and…” she paused as this was difficult to tell him. He was silent and let her gather her thoughts.

“As we each did not know to whom we would be gifted, we were required to practice and learn by performing fellatio on a number of shapes and sizes of penises. Pillows would be placed on the floor in a line in the room and all of the sexus servuses would kneel to await for whomever stood in front of us. It was usually various soldiers of Emperor Caesar private guards that would volunteer to be pleasured. And even some of his staff.”

It seemed as if he suddenly held his breath and she knew that he realized what she was saying. Never before had she felt ashamed of her work. It was considered an honorable one. She hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“Never at any time were any of the trainees left alone with a man. The lanista sexus were most diligent in that. Records were kept as to just who and when we provided oral gratification to, and whether there was a climax. Their records showed as to whom we had done fellatio on to ensure that we did not have them again for some time. This was to avoid slave and freeman from becoming attached to each other. In fact, oral gratification was the only contact that any of the trainees had with these volunteers.

“I can tell you that your friend, Troilus, requested me many more times than he was allowed to use me. I saw myself just how angry he was when he was forced to be pleasured by one of the other sexus servus. I was also informed that he had requested to the Emperor that I be gifted to him. From what I understand, he asked several times and was denied each time by Emperor Caesar himself.”

She hesitated as she had been taught not to speak ill of another. But she wanted him to understand.

“I do not like speaking like this. But Troilus makes me uncomfortable. I understand that to speak like this about a freeman could mean that I would be punished. But you asked me and I would not lie to you. I thank the goddess Venus that I was gifted to you. And I give myself freely to you with all my heart. My body is yours. I even understand that should you order me to provide sexual pleasure to Troilus, that I would be required to do so willingly and to the best of my ability. But please know that should you order me to do so, there would be no pleasure for me in fulfilling your orders. And the next time that your friend visits you, I will be prepared to dance and entertain for I would never wish to bring shame to your house.“

She took a deep breath, weighing carefully her words.

“But I do not like being in the presence of Troilus. He does have a tendency to make overtures as if I were still in the imperatoris sexus stabulis in training. And I do not appreciate the way that he treats you. It was sweet that you used your coin on me. But it is more important that you be clothed to show your importance. I expected that he would show you where you could purchase the finest quality togas and tunics for yourself. I am not important. I am just a slave. But you are important for how you look and dress lets others know of your importance and standing and the importance of your household. You are The Mighty Quinn. That had been decreed by Emperor Caesar himself. Yet Troilus leaves you in clothing of a tradesman instead of the finest silks and linens that you deserve.”

She paused, unsure of just how Quinn felt of her words. She hoped that he was not angry with her, and she also feared that he could return her to the Emperor, which would mean certain death for her.

“Sir, I would never speak as I have done, but I promised you that I would be truthful. If you are disappointed or dissatisfied with me, I pray beg that you not return me to the imperatoris sexus stabulis as to do so would mean my death. I would be given to the army to be used until I cease to exist.”

 

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Quinn had not meant to keep Aemilia as long as he had but he needed to know what it was that Aemilia and Troilus shared that she could not or would not discuss whilst they were engaged in pleasure, each time that he made up his mind to broach the subject again Aemilia's delicate touch or kiss sent his senses soaring to new heights and he delayed a little longer. He wet his fingers with her honeyed juices and smeared the juice over her full sultry lips and then kissed her one more time, tasting her on her lips and licking his own to retain the sweetness.

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"I have another question for you Aemilia, will you stay the night with me and tell me about you and Troilus?"

“As you desire, Quinn"

Quinn settled back among the cushions holding Aemilia close, he felt that he should be close to console her if it became necessary, he hated to see a woman cry as his mother had.

"Go on, I am listening."

She took a deep breath and spoke softly to him telling him of her history, telling him of her mother and her three brothers whom she did not know. Quinn said nothing just nodding his head to show that he understood, Aemilia went on to tell how she had been sold and taken to the imperatoris sexus stabulis to begin her training as a sexus servus. It was then that Quinn felt Aemilia tense as though she didn't want to remember anymore but she carried on in a whisper and told him about learning to fellate a man and how it was done. At this point, he more or less guessed the rest and interrupted,

"It was at these training sessions you met Troilus?"

Aemilia did not answer the question straight away but explained that certain rules were in place and followed to the letter, only then did she mention Troilus by name and how he seemed to become obsessed with her and tried everything he could to obtain possession of her, even appealing to Caesar himself, only Caesar in his wisdom refused his request. There it was again, the hesitation this time accompanied by a shiver as though she were cold, so Quinn pulled her closer to him and kissed her forehead. Aemilia, however, wasn't finished.

“I do not like speaking like this. But Troilus makes me uncomfortable. I understand that to speak like this about a freeman could mean that I would be punished. But you asked me and I would not lie to you. I thank the goddess Venus that I was gifted to you. And I give myself freely to you with all my heart. My body is yours. I even understand that should you order me to provide sexual pleasure to Troilus, I would be required to do so willingly and to the best of my ability. But please know that should you order me to do so, there would be no pleasure for me in fulfilling your orders. And the next time that your friend visits you, I will be prepared to dance and entertain for I would never wish to bring shame to your house.“

She took a deep breath, weighing carefully her words.

“But I do not like being in the presence of Troilus. He does have a tendency to make overtures as if I were still in the imperatoris sexus stabulis in training. And I do not appreciate the way that he treats you. It was sweet that you used your coin on me. But it is more important that you be clothed to show your importance. I expected that he would show you where you could purchase the finest quality togas and tunics for yourself. I am not important. I am just a slave. But you are important for how you look and dress lets others know of your importance and standing and the importance of your household. You are The Mighty Quinn. That had been decreed by Emperor Caesar himself. Yet Troilus leaves you in the clothing of a tradesman instead of the finest silks and linens that you deserve.”


“Sir, I would never speak as I have done, but I promised you that I would be truthful. If you are disappointed or dissatisfied with me, I pray and beg that you do not return me to the imperatoris sexus stabulis as to do so would mean my death. I would be given to the army to be used until I cease to exist.”

Quinn weighed Aemilia's story in his mind he had no doubt that a lot of it was true but how much was imagined, true Troilus had an acerbic tongue at times but was Aemilia reading too much into his little jokes, Aemilia seemed very concerned that she might be sent away so he reassured her,

"You Aemilia are going nowhere, I want you here with me, and as for Troilus I will have words with him, he cannot carry on making you feel uncomfortable if he ever touches you inappropriately I want to know about it."

As if it was over Quinn rolled her onto her back and tickled her belly button with his tongue and swung his leg over so his hardening manhood was between her legs,

"Around two hours until daylight then we can sleep the morning away." he chuckled

 

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After she finished her story she laid there in his arms, a bit apprehensive. She only knew him for a little over a day and though she thought that he would understand, she could always be wrong. Still she awaited his reaction to her words.

"You Aemilia are going nowhere, I want you here with me, and as for Troilus I will have words with him, he cannot carry on making you feel uncomfortable if he ever touches you inappropriately I want to know about it."

She felt relief at what he said though he did not seem to take Troilus and the trouble that he could cause seriously. But at least she had made him aware it.

As if to end the entire conversation, he suddenly rolled her over on her back and waggled his tongue in her bellybutton. Aemilia giggled, her apprehension gone as he grinned at her.

"Around two hours until daylight then we can sleep the morning away."

And with those words he easily slid his manhood up within her. She moaned as he began to make love to her, his member pumping in and out of her sex. She easily wrapped her lithe legs around his strong hips, her heels resting against his buttocks. The entire conversation seemed to have never taken place but she felt better for she had now placed everything in her master’s hands.

His stamina was great and for the next 2 hours he did indeed make love to her, filling her sex twice with his seed and making her feel wanted.

The sun was starting to fill the room with morning light as he finally rolled over on his back, pulling her with him so that she was still in his arms, her legs straddling his leg and his manhood, still wet with both of their spendings. In fact, the soft skin between her thighs was also wet. He kept his arm around her as if offering her his protection even in his sleep. She could hear his heart beating, gradually slowing as sleep overtook him.

Eventually she too fell asleep and dreamt of her family. She had not dreamed of them for some years. But there was her mother, smiling at her and telling her that she was proud of her. Behind her stood 3 young men, and she realized that they were her brothers. They looked to be all above the age 7 and since each of them had been sold when they were only about 1 or 2 years of age, she did not know if that was exactly what they looked like now. In her dream the 5 of them sat around and talked as she slept, her breath softly stirring the hairs on his chest while his hand gripped her buttocks, his fingers resting within the crevice that separated those cheeks.