CAESAR'S REWARD

[Opensesame54321]

Early morning sunlight was coming through the window as Aemilia awoke before Quinn. She snuggled a bit to his side, her nostrils filled with the scent of him. Of her lover. Her man.

In the back of her mind she worried. She was just a slave. And as such, she had no rights. According to Quinn himself he had set in motion an action whereby Caesar had purchased the servus sexus Naomi from Lucia, what was to stop the woman from returning the favor and encouraging Caesar to purchase her from Quinn.

She could see the tenting of the sheet over Quinn’s groin and smiled. Her lover needed attending to. She threw back the sheet and saw his mighty sword pointing to the ceiling.

Soon she was taking care of him, her tongue running up and down the length of the large muscle, her small hand stroking it.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”

She knew that he was awake and continued with what she was doing. With enthusiasm she slipped his manhood into her mouth and throat as her head bobbed up and down. She felt his hand stroking her hair.

“That is wonderful my love, but wonderful as it is I have a busy day ahead and will not have enough time to attend to our needs in the proper fashion but if you have nothing planned come with me to Caesar’s palace, I know you haven’t been there before it is so opulent with gold and jewel everywhere you look, if Caesar begins to suggest that you and he should……..Well, we will make the excuse that your sprained ankle has not healed yet and still pains you.”

That was a stupid idea. She didn’t need to use her ankle to lay on her back and be fucked. Surely Quinn could see that. She attempted to make Quinn see reason but he was determined for her to travel with him to see the palace. She really did not care what the palace looked like. She did not want to be near Caesar. He hired a litter to carry them to Caesar but whenever they walked, she tried to limp and did her best to stay behind Quinn.

As they waited for an audience with the Emperor, Aemilia was unusually quiet. Surely Quinn could see that she was not comfortable being there. But then, it was not Quinn that had been expected to have sex with a man that had abused his body. True, he may have been expected to use Lillian, but he did not use the servus sexus so harshly that the woman had to be medicated. To say that Aemilia was not happy was an understatement.

Once the slave told them that Caesar would see them, Aemilia felt as if she would throw up. She made an effort to limp as she walked slowly behind her Master. As soon as Caesar saw her he got excited, practically salivating.

“Come, sit beside me, you that side Quinn, and you my little beauty,,, “ speaking to Aemilia, “,,,,sit this side close to me “

She smiled prettily to him as she limped to sit beside him. Immediately his hand went to her breast, reaching within the folds of her toga to cup a breast, bouncing it up and down and playing with her nipple. She was scared. Didn’t Quinn realize that he was playing with fire? Or did he really not care whether he lost her to Carsar?

“I think I have that woman you suggested Quinn, I haven’t seen her yet, she had better be worth it.”

“She will be worth every sesterce my lord Caesar, I assure you.”

“She had better be Quinn, otherwise I may swap her for Aemilia.”

Aemilia almost passed out at those words. Suddenly the servus sexus that Aemilia knew as Naomi entered. The woman was very regal looking, her bearing almost royal. But she could tell that Caesar was outraged at the fact that the slave had not thrown herself at his feet. Aemilia felt sick, sure that the Emperor would throw the dusky beauty to the soldiers and take her away from Quinn.

And then she spoke and shocked everyone.

“My lord Caesar I have the utmost respect for you and your position but I will not, cannot, prostrate myself before you. In my homeland I was Princess Atoomo of the Butomi, The royal house of Butomi prostrate themselves before no one, however, here I am a slave and will obey you but I am and will always remain so. a princess.”

With that, she slid her dress off and stood naked before them all.

Aemilia was scared and realized that if she didn’t say something, she just might not be returning back to the villa with Quinn. Caesar’s hand was starting to get more possessive of her body, twisting her nipple.

Her mind was racing along, looking for a way out. Nobody said anything and it felt as if the entire room held its breath. Finally she took a chance.

“Naomi has chosen wisely, for how can Caesar see her true beauty with her face on the floor. And as I recall, none of the other women could surpass her movements dancing. Grace and beauty in one woman. It is no wonder that she is a princess.”

Caesar was quiet for a moment, his hand still fiddling with her nipple. He seemed to contemplate her words before he nodded to Naomi.

With no music, no instruments playing, Naomi began to move. What followed was a dance that made Aemilia’s movements look like child’s play. The woman was gracile, even mesmerizing as her body slowly moved. The dance hypnotized all assembled, including Aemilia. She glanced over to Quinn and saw that he too could not take his eyes off of Naomi.

Caesar removed his hand from her breast and stood. Naomi continued to move, her body undulating before the Emperor. He slowly crossed to her as if in a spell. He reached out and as soon as he touched her Naomi stopped.

“Exquisite,” the Emperor muttered under his breath as he ran a hand over the dark skin. “A princess, you say?” He looked at Naomi and she nodded and answered. “Yes, Emperor Caesar.”

Without even looking and her or Quinn, Caesar waved his hand at Quinn. “Your presence is no longer needed.” Caesar then took Naomi’s hand and led her from the room. Aemilia stood and waited for Quinn to stand and leave. She followed behind, trying to remember to limp. She wanted to run away from the palace and it took all her willpower not to do so.

Once in the litter, they traveled through the streets of Roma to the area of the city where Quinn’s villa was. In the litter she was standoffish to him. For once in her life she was mad at him. Her attitude was cool and no matter what he said, Aemilia was quiet, giving yes or no answers but that was it. After all, the litter bearers could hear what was said.

Once back home, Quinn headed straight for his quarters, taking Aemilia by the hand and leading her there. Once in his room, she knew that she could finally speak.

“Please don’t ever do that to me again. I told you that I had no desire to go anywhere near Caesar, that I was afraid that he would do to you what he did to Lucia. But you would not believe me. But he threatened to do exactly that while we were there. Take me away from you.”

She was mad and the only reason that she was speaking like this was because he had assured here that in this room they were lovers. Not slave and Master.

“I was so scared that I almost threw up. There was no need for me to be there. Please never put me anywhere near Caesar. If you have to go see him, then please go without me.”

She didn’t yell or scream but it took every bit of willpower not to. Turning she left Quinn standing there and headed back to her room. Let him contemplate how he almost lost his servus sexus, that was if he actually cared. Perhaps he would prefer Naomi instead.

In her room she crawled into bed, sick with the thought of what had almost happened. She loved Quinn but sometimes the man did not think things through. The thought of sex with Caesar almost made her nauseous and she rolled over on her side facing the window instead of the door.

 

[cumnchat]

That Naomi’s actions had aroused him Quinn couldn’t deny, the tenting of his toga must tell everyone what he was feeling but it wasn’t what he was thinking, he was thinking that Naomi’s refusal to prostrate herself before the Emperor was certain to be taken as an insult and would probably result in a public whipping for Naomi and then Aemilia would be taken away from him and he would be left with a horribly scarred Naomi. Why oh why had he brought her to Caesar’s attention? It was then that Aemilia did the unthinkable and drew attention to herself.

“Naomi has chosen wisely, for how can Caesar see her true beauty with her face on the floor. And as I recall, none of the other women could surpass her movements dancing. Grace and beauty in one woman. It is no wonder that she is a princess.”

Caesar stopped playing with Aemilia’s distended nipple and nodded his permission to Naomi.

Naomi, for her part, had decided to take a chance on convincing Caesar that she was indeed a princess and although a slave she should be treated well, Life in the Emperor’s palace would be far easier than being returned to Mistress Lucia, she could put up with being mauled by Caesar and spreading her legs for him. First though, she needed to show him what she could do, having received Caesar’s permission, she spied a vase of oil on a table and picked it up, and began to oil herself, all over, her face, neck, shoulders then her large perky breasts, she rolled them seductively in her hands twisting and pulling her large, almost black nipples, stretching them to impossible lengths before letting them spring back making her breasts quiver.

She put her lower half on show bending over so her audience had a good view of her dark puckered anus and the pretty folds of the entrance to her sex. She ran her hands up her legs from the ankles to her waist she faced Caesar again and gave a barely perceptible shake of her shoulders, the result was astounding, her breasts came alive, bouncing in circles, round and round they went then settled back into place but Naomi hadn’t finished yet,


she planted her feet astride the same width of her shoulders and her hips jerked forward simulating the sex act. She shuffled forward a few inches at a time still simulating the fucking action, practically inviting Caesar to take her, there, in front of everyone present. She stopped within a few feet of Caesar and her fingers went between her legs and delved into her sex, The sounds of her fingers stirring her wet cream could be heard and then she brought them out and sucked one finger clean of her cream then she offered her hand to Caesar,

“Would you like to taste me, my lord, I taste sweet as you will find out.?”

Naomi's dance had stunned everyone into silence except for Naomi, who had her hand taken by Caesar and asked,

"Will you lead the way to your bedchamber my Lord?"

Quinn and Aemilia were dismissed as of no consequence now that Caesar had a new playmate. They left hurriedly in case decide he want a mini orgy with him and Naomi in the starring roles. The atmosphere between the two was rather frosty, which puzzled Quinn, as far as he was concerned the morning had been a great success. Naomi had been found and was now as safe as she could ever be and Caesar seemed quite taken with her.

Back at the villa they went straight to Quinn's quarters where Aemilia vented her anger at him,

"“Please don’t ever do that to me again. I told you that I had no desire to go anywhere near Caesar, that I was afraid that he would do to you what he did to Lucia. But you would not believe me. But he threatened to do exactly that while we were there. Take me away from you. “I was so scared that I almost threw up. There was no need for me to be there. Please never put me anywhere near Caesar. If you have to go see him, then please go without me.”

Quinn had no chance to answer as Aemilia retired to her own quarters while Quinn took some fruit and wen to his new gladiator school.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Rolling over on her side did nothing to relieve the scared feeling that she had. She knew that as a sex slave - a servus sexus - she really had no rights. Should Caesar decide that he wished to have sex with her, he simply would send a litter for her. He could even take her away and throw her to the guards. And should he decide that he wished her after all, she should have no choice but to go to the Emperor and entertain him. That was her job.

The more that she thought about it, the sicker she felt until she finally found it necessary to go throw up in the chamber pot by the bed. She laid back down but in a bit she would take it to the privy and dump it into the sewer pipes.

No sooner had she laid back down when there was a knock at her door. It could not be Quinn for he would merely shove aside the curtain and enter. That was what he had always done in the past. It was Decima.

“Where did you and the Master go for him to call a litter?”

“To see Caesar.” Aemilia’s answer was very lackluster.

“What! After what he did to you? Did he summon for you? Were you scared?”

“Why do you think that I threw up?”

Decima wrinkled her nose at the smell. Sitting beside Aemilia on the bed she gave her a hug. “I understand. I think that the Master left and headed out for that school of his.” Aemilia merely nodded. “Did you two have an argument?”

“I did. He just mainly stood there and looked at me.” Aemilia paused. “I know that I am just a slave, but he used to be a slave too. You would think that he would understand such problems better.” Decima pet her arm and clucked sympathetically. “Caesar is all powerful and I would prefer that he not have any interest in me.”

“Well, maybe this bit of news that I heard will interest you. I heard from Jovian, who heard it from Ennius, who heard it from an acquaintance that he saw when he went to the thermae. This friend is a slave to a Praefecti with the armies. He said that tomorrow morning Caesar will lead them on a campaign to acquire lands somewhere north of here. The man did not know just where they were heading and his master had not said. He had just been told to make sure that all was prepared for his departure. But Caesar has taken it upon himself to personally lead the men. He will supposedly be gone for about half of the year or more. That should give you some peace of mind.”

Aemilia gave a big sigh of relief and hugged Decima. “Thank you so much.” Smiling, the slave headed out to pass the word about Caesar’s campaign. Already Aemilia felt a little better knowing that she would not need to worry about the Emperor. Her stomach calmed down just thinking of him no longer in Roma but marching across the countryside. Plus, with him gone for a while, that would give Naomi some time to get settled in the Palace.

Picking up the chamberpot she went to dump its contents out and wash it clean before putting it back in her room. She was glad that Quinn was a free citizen or else they might have tried to force him to go with Caesar on campaign. But they would never do such to a free man.

Picking up her pile of dirty clothes, she headed down to the laundry. Selina stood over to one side separating the different garments while her daughter Helena was busy scrubbing what appeared to be bedding in some water. The young girl looked tired and her face was red from the hard work that she was doing. She quickly looked up to see who had entered, smiling briefly at Aemilia before continuing with her work.

“Ah! You bring us more work.” Selina noted the clothes in Aemilia’s hands. “Between you and the Master you manage to dirty up enough bedsheets.” Aemilia blushed, aware of just what the woman meant. Helena worked hard not to smile at her mother’s words. More than once she had heard Selina complain about how all the Master and his servus sexus did was fornicate and if he would find a wife then she would not have to wash so many bedsheets. Helena bent her head even more, thinking to herself that her mother should watch what she said.

Aemilia was a bit surprised. She had not expected such words from the woman. “Well, you know what they say Selina. A happy Master is less likely to use the whip.”

Selina snapped her mouth shut, realizing that perhaps she had complained to the wrong person.

“Thank you for washing these.” Aemilia handed her dirty garments to the woman who took them and continued sorting the clothes. Aemilia turned and left, but got no further than just out of sight from the two women before she overheard Selina talking to Helena.

“That woman will be the Master’s downfall. As long as he can lie between her legs he will never look for himself a mate.”

“Mother! That is not nice!” Helena tersely whispered. “Aemilia is nice. She smiles and is pleasant and helps when she can.”

Selina snorted her laughter. “Did she offer to help you wash her clothes?” There was quiet for a moment but just as Aemilia took a quiet step away Selina spoke again. “She is a harlot that spreads her legs for any man. The entire villa heard her screaming when Caesar was here.”

“She had to. It was the Emperor. She had to do as he commanded.”

“An orgy no less. And now every day you bring down the Master’s bedclothes stained. Multiple stains. The Master should be establishing his presence in society, not fucking his way into the annals of history. He should find a dignified and pious woman and marry her.

Aemilia quietly slipped away, walking slowly back to her room. Selina had given her much to consider.

 

[cumnchat]

The training school was a hive of activity when Quinn arrived as the 'safe' wooden swords spears and maces (without spikes) had been delivered. Some of the keener pupils had chosen the weapons they wanted as their main weapon, although they would be trained in the use of all the weapons. Still to arrive were the tridents and the nets but they would be ready in two or three days.

One of the pupils approached him and asked, "How long will it take before I am good enough to join the army, my father is a centurion and is going to war in a couple of days, he is greatly honoured as Caesar himself is traveling with his legion."

It was the first that Quinn had heard of it and was secretly pleased that he needn't worry about Caesar, calling unexpectedly and wanting to spend a night with Aemilia, besides Naomi would no doubt keep him busy. He couldn't help thinking of Naomi and the performance she had put on earlier and he felt his manhood give an involuntary twitch which he immediately tried to ignore, he had Aemilia, he loved Aemilia. In reply to the youngster's question, he replied brusquely,

"As long as it takes, depends on how much you want it."

With that he turned on his heel and walked quickly, almost running, back to the villa, grabbing hold of Gaius in the garden he said

"Find Aemilia, tell her I want her in my quarters Now."

He set off again to his quarters stripping off the light armor he wore for training, once in his quarters he stripped naked and stood in the center of his bedroom like a colossus, holding his thick erect manhood in readiness.

 

[Opensesame54321]

Walking to her room, Aemilia was too busy turning over what she had overheard in the laundry. There was nothing wrong with her profession. It was an honorable one. Even Emperor Caesar himself had several servus sexus. The thought gave her a shudder remembering the evening spent with him.

Not paying attention she passed her room and found herself at the back of the villa. Her mind was still on Selina and her words. There was a faction of society that did not approve of sex slaves and felt that they were basically prostitutes. She had even heard that the Emperor’s spouse was one of those people, publically denouncing servus sexus despite her own husband having some.

Wandering around, she somehow found herself in the solarium. She had never come in from the back and had not really been aware of this entrance into the inner little sanctuary. Finding a small bench among the ivy, she sat down and felt the sun wash over her.

A noise caught her attention as Jovian entered the garden. He saw her and rushed over to her. “Where have you been? I have been looking for you.”

“What do you want?”

“Decima is looking for you. She is in the triclinium, I think.”

Aemilia thanked him and headed for the triclinium. Just coming out of the room was Decima who went to meet her. “Where have you been?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that Julie has been looking for you. Did you do something wrong?”

“Not that I know.” She cross to the culina where Julie looked up at her and put her hands on her hips.

“And just what happened to you?”

“Me? Nothing. Why have you been looking for me?”

“It’s not for me. Gaius has been trying to find you.”

“But what does he want of me?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?” Julie harumped and turned her back on the servus sexus. Aemilia started to head out front to the small garden but Julie called out to her. “I don’t think that he’s there. He headed off for the bathhouse.”

Aemilia stopped in her tracks. This was getting silly. They had her running around all over the villa and she was beginning to think that perhaps they were playing some kind of game with her.

Turning around she headed towards the bathhouse. Just coming out of the bathhouse was Gaius looking very harried. “Where have you been?” The man came rushing towards her, a bit out of breath and a frown on his face.

“What kind of game is this?” She started to turn and leave but the gardener called out, stopping her. “Wait!”

She stopped and turned, waiting for the man to answer some questions.

“The Master came rushing back to the villa. He told me to find you and send you to his chambers. He wants you to go there right away.”

She stood there for a moment, a quizzical look on her face. Quinn knew that she was hurt by what he had put her through. But something was up…

“He said now! He actually used that word!”

She gave a quick nod and thanked him before heading straight for Quinn’s chambers. She was nervous. Was Quinn planning on punishing her for what she had said to him? What she had said was really not the proper way for a slave to speak to her Master. But he had told her that while in his chambers they were lovers, not Master and slave.

Walking quickly she arrived outside of Quinn’s chambers and paused. Would he be angry? Hurt? Or what? She took a deep breath and knocked, calling out to him.

“Master, it is I, Aemilia. You called for me?”

She paused, waiting until she heard him call out for her to enter. She pushed the curtain open and was truly surprised. Quickly she pulled the curtain closed behind her and turned back to face him.

That he was wanting her was obvious. He stood in the middle of his room, totally naked, his large hand holding his manhood as if he was wielding a mighty sword. Just seeing him made her sex tingle and she could feel it grow wet with desire for him. Already her nipples tightened and puckered. Without realizing it her breathing quickened as her eyes kept flitting back and forth between his face and his massive member. Her lips parted as her small pink tongue slipped out to lick her pink lips.

Aemilia took a step closer as a slight smile played around her lips.

“Is there something in particular that you desire? Quinn?”

As if almost bewitched by her Master, Aemilia reached up to slip her toga off her shoulders so that the garment slid to the floor, leaving her naked before The Mighty Quinn.

 

[cumnchat]

Although the wait for Aemilia to answers his summons was only about five minutes, to Quinn it seemed like an eternity, his cock was about to explode and he hadto grip it tight when Aemilia knoked at the entrance to his bed chamber and called out.

"Master, it is I, Aemilia. You called for me?”

"I did indeed Aemlia, enter." His tone gave no indication of what he wanted but the expression on her face when she saw him spoke volumes, she was ready and eager to play, her eyes flickered from his to the thick, meaty length he held in his hand, her pink tongue glistened as it slipped out and wet her plump sensuous lips, a wicked smile played on her lips and face, she stepped closer and asked in a playful voice that almost made him ejaculate prematurely,

" Is there something in particular that you desire? Quinn?”

Keeping contact with his eyes, her hands reached up to loosen her toga and let it slip seductively from her shoulders and slide with the merest whisper down her magnificent body to pool in a heap at her feet.

"What I desire, Aemilia, is to remind myself of how much I love you, At the training school this morning I found myself thinking of another, that is wrong, when I daydream it should only be you in my thoughts there should not be room for anyone else."

Without warning he lifted up and with his arm between her legs he turned her upside down so that Aemilia could tend to his manhood while he drank her nectar.

When they were both sated and drained of uncontrollable lust for each others' bodies Quinn lay on his bed with Aemilia tucked under a muscular protective arm.

"I have news of Caesar, he is off to war up North in a couple of days so that is one worry out of the way but we still have to be on our guard against Lucia and Troilus, the last thing we need is the two of them joining forces against us."

 

[Opensesame54321]

"What I desire, Aemilia, is to remind myself of how much I love you, At the training school this morning I found myself thinking of another, that is wrong, when I daydream it should only be you in my thoughts there should not be room for anyone else."

As he spoke he slowly crossed the room, drawing closer and closer to her. With each step he took, her heart began to beat harder and faster within her breast.

Suddenly he picked her up and turned her upside down. She gave a little squeak as he dangled her in the air while he held her using his brute strength. However he remained gentle with her and she totally trusted him. Then suddenly she felt him bury his face between her legs, licking and slurping her creamy goodness. Right before her face was his manhood, large and looking ready to explode his seed. She took hold of it and began sucking and enjoying it.

Before too long they both managed to explode into each other’s mouth. Then once they had exhausted each other for the time being, he gently laid her on the bed and laid down beside, pulling her up against his body, his arm protectively around her.

"I have news of Caesar, he is off to war up North in a couple of days so that is one worry out of the way but we still have to be on our guard against Lucia and Troilus, the last thing we need is the two of them joining forces against us.”

“I too heard whispers of Caesar’s campaign. As for Lucia and Troilus, I don’t trust either of them and should they join forces, well, the thought of that scares me.”

She snuggled up close to him and kissed him. She hated to bring it up but it was probably best to get it out in the open.

“So, you’re not angry at me for what I said earlier? Love, I was so scared at the palace, especially when he said that he would take me and leave you Naomi. I want to always be with you.” She wanted to say more but didn’t.

 

[cumnchat]

Naomi allowed herself to be taken by the hand and led into Caesar's bedroom, She had already decided that she didn't like Caesar, he was not at all the sort of man she would have chosen as a lover but she would need to feed his ego if she were to live the life of luxury she felt she deserved, Princess Atoomo of the Butomi tribe, it had a certain ring to it, perhaps she could persuade Caesar to order his other slaves to address her as such, whereas she would answer to Naomi only in his bedroom

For the moment though she had to appease Caesar's voracious sexual appetite, as he grabbed her buttocks and squeezed the slippery oiled orbs, managing to slide a finger partway into her anus.

"OWWW! Would you please desist from using that hole, it is very sore after that beast at Mistress Lucia's used me for heaven knows how long. Let it heal properly and then I can show you what my anus can do with a big hard cock like yours Caesar."

To her surprise, Caesar immediately apologized and removed his finger from her anus. Naomi smiled to herself, Unless she had read things very wrongly, Caesar would be like bread dough in her hands so long as she kept him interested in her body. She had to lie to him, his rod was of reasonable length but compared to others that had penetrated her, his girth was barely discernible, her thoughts turned to Quinn and how he had filled and deliciously stretched her just that one time they had fucked.

Naomi posed seductively on Caesar's bed
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She steeled herself as Caesar approached with a glint in his eye that didn't bode well for Naomi. She shuddered as he pinched and twisted a swollen erect nipple, his very touch made her skin crawl but she managed to sigh as though with pleasure as he pulled on her nipple and suckled on the ripe teat before biting it none too gently.

"Please Caesar, can you stop? I am so aroused I might cum before you are ready, I am so wet for you."

For the next two hours, Naomi lied to Caesar, boosting his ego but making him cease anything too painful. Eventually, the vigorous fucking took its toll and Caesar drifted off to sleep. Naomi slipped out of bed and covering herself with a bedsheet she found the bathhouse and plunged herself into it to try and expunge the stink of Caesar from her body. Then she sat all alone on a stone bench and wept.

 

[Opensesame54321]

The air was heavy with the scent of sex and on the bed was a tangle of legs and naked bodies. Through his haze of vino there was a persistent knocking that gradually pulled him out of the fog that filled his brain.

“For the sake of the gods, and my head, let whoever it is into here or tell them to leave, Troilus.” It was a female voice speaking and at first it threw him. It took a second for it all to come rushing back and he opened his eyes to find Lucia lying on her back with her head at the foot of his bed while his servus sexus was asleep with her face between Lucia’s legs. Lucia’s hand was wrapped around his penis.

“Yes! What do you want?” His throat felt dry as he called to whoever was at the door and he reached for the vino pitcher and was disgusted to find it empty. “MORE WINE!” He bellowed, or tried to but wound up in a coughing fit. Diana, his servus sexus, startled and woke up from his coughing and automatically began licking the woman’s sex that she had practically fallen asleep face down in.

The voice outside the door mumbled something, none of which Troilus understood and he called out obviously irritated. “Come in here and talk where I can understand you.”

“Yes Master.” The curtain parted and one of his slaves entered and stood there twisting his hands as he tried not to look at the naked bodies laying there sprawled on the bed. “There is a slave here…”

“It had better not be from my wife! I will not have her telling me what to do!”

“…No Master, he is from Caesar. He says that Caesar is demanding his entire staff there immediately so that he can talk to everyone at once. His slave was told to wait and return with you.”

The slave stood there waiting. He knew his master well enough that he was sure that the man would not be happy being dragged away from his fun. And Troilus did not disappoint him. The man rolled his eyes and reached over to stick a finger up Diana’s anus. The woman cooed and pressed her tongue deeper into Lucia sex. Apparently that was just what the free woman wanted as she gripped Diana’s hair and shoved the slave’s face deeper against her cunt.

“Use you tongue, girl. I want to know that you’re fucking me.” Lucia seemed oblivious to the fact that they were not alone.

“You can go. Tell Caesar’s slave that I will be there directly. He can run alongside my litter on the way back. And prepare my litter to take me back to Roma.” He waved the man away just as another slave entered carrying a fresh jug of wine. Troilus held up his cup for the slave to refill, with a few drop splashing over the side onto his hand.

“Stupid! Do that again and I’ll have you whipped!” The poor slave began to shake and panic.

“I am very sorry, Master. So very sorry.” The slave put down the pitcher and hurried from the room. Once the three were alone again and now fully awake, Troilus took his finger out of the cute ass beside him and stretched. Lucia gave a moan before reminding Troilus of their plans.

“Don’t forget. Avoid Quinn. And for Jupiter’s sakes, stay away from Aemilia. No buying her clothes. You don’t have taste anyway. That yellow thing that you had her wear at the orgy was horrendous with her coloring and hair. And it didn’t fit either. We don’t want Quinn suspicious of anything. Just go back to Roma and find out just what Caesar wants, and then get your ass back here. And maybe…”

The entire time that Lucia was talking, Troilus rolled off the bed and wandered to the foot of the bed where Lucia’s head was. As the woman babbled, telling him what to do and what not to do, he stood there for a moment looking down at the two women on his bed. Diana was busy slurping and thrusting her tongue as deep into Lucia sex as she could. She had no choice as the free woman had an almost painful grip on the slave’s hair, making sure that she continued to pleasure her.

He cut Lucia off in mid sentence when he jammed his cock in the woman’s mouth. Lucia looked up at him, angry and surprised. Troilus began to thrust his hips, forcing his member against the back of her mouth and demanding entry into her throat.

“Sometimes you talk too much. I’m not stupid. We have worked out a plan, and it’s a good plan. I will stay away from those two until the perfect time.”

Lucia acquiesced and he slipped his manhood into her throat, groaning at the tight muscles that squeezed him. Between him and his servus sexus, they quickly sent the woman into a climax while Troilus shot a load of his seed down her throat.

“Clean me off so I can dress and go see what Caesar wants. He has these agendas that he occasionally demands we attend. As soon as it is over I will return. My spouse very rarely come all the way out here. Stay if you wish. Play with Diana. Or go home.”

Within the hour Troilus was in his litter heading back to Roma. Outside the enclosed space where he sat in comfort he could hear the panting of the bearers and the Caesar’s slave. Their sandals slapped against the paved stones of the road. He smiled to himself. It was good being a free citizen.

 

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"We are so fortunate, you and I," Quinn spoke as his thoughts turned to how his life had changed in the past few weeks, from a gladiator facing death almost every day to now, where he was lying in comparative luxury with the most beautiful woman in the world who apparently was in love with him and adored him, and who he adored equally. Yes, they were so fortunate.

His arm was draped around her naked shoulders and his large spade-sized hand cupped her soft, smooth breast, Idly he held the swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed the aroused crinkled bud then he lifted it up and lowered his head to suckle on the juicy titbit,

"I have been thinking, we should not keep our good fortune to ourselves, we should spread a little joy to others worthy of it. Decima and Jovian work well together when Jovian goes to the kitchen but they have so little time alone with each other, do you think it would be appropriate if I allowed Jovian to move into Decima's roóm? With her agreement of course. He would still have to make himself available when we need him to play for you when I ask you to dance for me, of course, if he is busy making Decima happy we can make our own amusement until they have finished,"

Quinn smiled as he said that and slid his hand between Aemilia's legs and a thick finger pumped her sex gently.

"What do you think? If you agree you shall give them the news, I can't have them thinking I am a big softie."

 

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"We are so fortunate, you and I,"

He was right. There are so many things that could have happened had the gods not been smiling upon there. Quinn could still be a gladiator. She could still be a slave in Quintilius’ household.

His hand played with a breast, cupping it and stroking it with his large hand, his fingers tweaking her nipple that reacted to the attention and puckered, inviting him to nibble on it. She felt a pull in her sex, getting wetter in reaction to the stimulus.

"I have been thinking, we should not keep our good fortune to ourselves, we should spread a little joy to others worthy of it. Decima and Jovian work well together when Jovian goes to the kitchen but they have so little time alone with each other, do you think it would be appropriate if I allowed Jovian to move into Decima's roóm? With her agreement of course. He would still have to make himself available when we need him to play for you when I ask you to dance for me, of course, if he is busy making Decima happy we can make our own amusement until they have finished,"

As if to show her exactly what kind of “amusement” he had in mind, he leaned into her a bit and slipped his hand between her legs. He easily found her sex and slid a thick finger in, grinning at her as her sex seemed to make wet noises in agreement.

"What do you think? If you agree you shall give them the news, I can't have them thinking I am a big softie.”

She gave a little laugh. Poor Quinn was rushing things a bit.

“You may be getting ahead of your servants, my love. Decima and Jovian have not shared a bed as of this time.” Quinn looked surprised. Aemilia leaned into him and slid her leg up and over his hip, giving him easier access to her sex with his questing finger.

“The reason is that Decima refuses to lay with Jovian unless they have a Binding between them.” Quinn looked confused and that didn’t surprise her. “I’m sure that you have never heard of a bonding. Being a gladiator, such things would never have been an option for you.”

His finger hit a sweet spot inside of her and her body undulated against his body as she moaned. For a moment she closed her eyes and enjoyed what he was doing. Then she gathered her thoughts and continued.

“It can only be between two slaves. As you know, it is forbidden for slaves to marry. But we get around that by having a Binding. Jovian will have to come and ask your permission to be Bound to Decima. That would mean that should you decide to sell either of them, Decima and Jovian, and any offspring that they should have, they would be sold as a lot. Of course, there is no guarantee that who they might be sold to would keep them together but….”

She could not stand it any longer and reached down to shove his finger away. There was actually a wet kind of popping sound and for a moment he looked disappointed. She sat up and leaned over to kiss him in the lips. Then she proceeded to climb on top of him, straddling the exact spot where his manhood rose up into the air and pointing towards the ceiling.

He realized her intent and reached up, his hands on her thighs helping to steady her as she slowly slid down onto his penis. It felt as if she had been made for him. He filled her completely.

His hands were busy, playing with breast, pinching and rubbing her nipples, reaching a thumb down to find her clit and rub circled around it, playing with the fiery hairs that accented the entrance to her sex. She bent over to kiss him, feeling his sword flex within her sheath. Her breast hung down, her nipples pressing against his chest.

“Besides, have you never noticed the beds of the slaves? They are not nice like these. They are stone blocks that are cut into a corner of the room, a bit like what you probably slept upon when you were a gladiator. Except that we have clean straw and soft animal skins to sleep upon. And there is barely room for one person to lay upon.” She kissed him. “Did you not notice my bed? Only the very rich can afford to give their slaves a real bedframe. So it would not be possible for them to share a room even if they wanted to.”

 

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Quinn's thick finger stroked over the little ridged spot inside her soft squelching sex then gave a little laugh,

“You may be getting ahead of your servants, my love. Decima and Jovian have not shared a bed as of this time.”

Aemilia slowly slid her leg up and over his hip, giving him easier access to her sex with his questing finger. Then explaining that some servants usually women, including Decima, demanded a commitment called a binding from the man before they would lay with him.

Quinn felt confused. but Aemilia explained to him “I’m sure that you have never heard of a bonding. Being a gladiator, such things would never have been an option for you.”

He continued using his finger to stimulate Aemilia's sex, stirring her wetness into a creamy fluid, she was silent for a moment, closing her eyes as her hips undulated and a soft needy moan escaped her lips as she savored the moment.

“It can only be between two slaves. As you know, it is forbidden for slaves to marry. But we get around that by having a Binding. Jovian will have to come and ask your permission to be Bound to Decima. That would mean that should you decide to sell either of them, Decima and Jovian, and any offspring they should have, they would be sold as such. Of course, there is no guarantee that who they might be sold to would keep them together but….”

Aemilia didn't finish her sentence but instead pushed his hand away, his finger left her sex with a soft popping sound, and for a short moment Quinn was about to protest until Aemilia sat up and kissed him full on the lips, he felt her tongue slip between his lips and he waggled his tongue against hers as if to say 'yes I want to play '. She climbed up him and straddled his thighs so that her sex was directly over his now fully erect pole. He grinned at her in understanding and anticipation and held her thighs, keeping her steady as she bent her knees and sank down on him, his manhood filling her, she was so wet and creamy that her juices ran down his shaft and collected in the forest of black curly pubic hairs around the base of his penis, she fitted around him tight and snug so when she flexed her muscles he received the most incredible sensations right down to his toes.

Quinn as a lover was a giver as well as a taker so he played with Aemilia's shapely body, touching, stroking, kissing, teasing, and nibbling. Their bodies joined as one, delighting in the other's body.

Aemilia still managed to explain to Quinn that it wasn't practical for Jovian to move in with Decima even if they had a bonding as the beds weren't conducive to lovemaking because of their size and lack of comfort.

"They are mere obstacles to be overcome, the first thing you must do Is get Jovian to come and ask me if he can be bonded with Decima. Once that is done we will reveal what our present shall be, I will tell you at the same time."

 

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"They are mere obstacles to be overcome, the first thing you must do Is get Jovian to come and ask me if he can be bonded with Decima. Once that is done we will reveal what our present shall be, I will tell you at the same time."

She raised an eyebrow in surprise at his words. Mere obstacles? “You are determined, are you not? That is assuming that Jovian wishes to be bound.” She smiled at Quinn’s response to her answer, which was to take hold of her hips and pull her down firmly onto his manhood while thrusting up with his hips. She gave a giggle and looked slyly at him.

“I am sure that you are right. He is probably just trying to gather the courage to ask you. It is obvious that he loves Decima. And I am sure that she loves him. But she is determined not to give birth to children that would be taken away from her. Decima was a spoils of war and was made a slave when she was young. She does not want her children growing up without parents.”

Aemilia was quiet for a moment, feeling Quinn’s member reaching deep within her, pressing against her womb.

“I understand her feelings. I have 3 brothers that I have not seen since they were each about 3 years. Little Fabius was the youngest and I remember him crying and not wanting to turn loose of mother’s hand when they took him away to be sold. He was so little - his red curls running riot on his sweet head.” She paused. “I don’t even know if any of them are still alive.”

She stopped and leaned over, laying stretched out on top of him while still attached at their sex.

“My love. One day I shall hopefully bear you a child. I know that he or she will be a slave, same as their mother. But do you plan to sell that child? Or keep him or her?” She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath.

 

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Aemilia lifted an eyebrow in surprise

“You are determined, are you not? That is assuming that Jovian wishes to be bound.

She smiled at Quinn as he took hold of her hips and pulled her down firmly onto his manhood while thrusting up with his hips deep inside her eager sex. She giggled and looked slyly at him.

“I am sure that you are right. He is probably just trying to gather the courage to ask you. It is obvious that he loves Decima. And I am sure that she loves him. But she is determined not to give birth to children that would be taken away from her. Decima was the spoils of war and was made a slave when she was young. She does not want her children growing up without parents.”

Aemilia fell silent for a moment or two, and he knew she was relishing his meaty rod inside her as it twitched and reached the entrance to her womb.

“I understand her feelings. I have 3 brothers that I have not seen since they were each about 3 years. Little Fabius was the youngest and I remember him crying and not wanting to turn loose of my mother’s hand when they took him away to be sold. He was so little - his red curls running riot on his sweet head.” She paused, her brow furrowed with sorrow as she remembered.

“I don’t even know if any of them are still alive.”

They lay stretched out together while still joined together

“My love. One day I shall hopefully bear you a child. I know that he or she will be a slave, the same as their mother. But do you plan to sell that child? Or keep him or her?”

Quinn had been hoping that Aemilia wouldn't ask him that question as he didn't know the answer himself for certain but it was obvious that Aemiliav would want him to keep the child which he knew would be the honorable thing to do, how could he sell his own flesh and blood?


He did have one question which would maybe give Aemilia hope of bringing her family together again,

"You have told me your parents are dead and your brothers were taken away and sold, can you remember did they also have hair of the same vibrant red as yours, that would make them memorable, it may be that one of the slave auctioneers remembers them and who bought them, if that is so then we must visit their master and see if he will sell them to us. Imagine,,,,,, you could have your family back."

He hugged her tightly and thrust harder and deeper into her sex.

 

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Aemilia noticed that he had not answered her question. That bothered her but she decided not to say anything else at the moment. First off, it was not like she would destroy a baby that he might plant in her belly. The lanistas had explained that any and all children were not their own. They would belong to their masters, regardless of just who the father might be. And if their masters should wish to sell the child, they would have to do what they were told to do. She remembered every time that they had come to take a son away from her mother, she would hug and kiss the small little boy, and for a while afterwards, she would find her mother sad and crying.

Instead he had wrapped his arms around her and once more thrusted up in her, his manhood hitting special places inside her. He slipped his hands down until her buttocks were cradled in them. This helped to send him deeper into her, and she gave a little grunt as he hit a particular spot.

As a change of subject, he had asked her about her brothers. What did they look like? She was quiet for a minute, her mind turning back to her brothers. Did they have the same red hair that she had? That was a good question.

Her mind brought up old memories of her brothers. They were always babies, or little ones. It usually fell to her to play with them and take care of them while her mother worked, entertaining either Quintilius or his guests.

“Rusticus was the eldest of my brothers. I was somewhere around 6 when he was born. I don’t remember a lot about him. I’m not sure about his hair as I don’t think that he had a lot of it when he was sold. He was very young and really so was I. And as to its color, I do not really remember.”

He nodded, understanding that the passage of time, around 13 years in fact, would make the memory somewhat hazy.

“Severus.”

This was a bit difficult focusing on her brothers while being made love to by Quinn. The fingers holding her buttocks were dipping down into the crevice separating them, tickling the darkness there. She tried again.

“I was about 9 when Severus came into the world. I remember him a lot clearer. He was a big baby which was harder on mother. It took her longer to recover from birthing him. Quintilius was angry that he could not use her when he wanted to. He would not accept that mother’s body needed to recover. He ordered her to entertain at an orgy. My job was to stay in the room and take care of Severus. I remember that he was heavy and a little larger. And hungry all the time. He did have hair like mine. It was darker but it was red. And I think that mother might have gotten with child from that orgy for she got very sick for a while after that. Quintilius was very angry at her. He had to call a healer and I heard the healer tell Quintilius that he had been told not to use her for a bit. Quintilius muttered something about another bloody useless thing down the drains. And threatening to sell off the whole useless lot of us. Mother asked me to try to keep Severus as quiet as possible.”

This was a bit painful, memories of the past.

“Severus fell when he was little. He got a cut above his left eye. I was scared because it seemed to bleed forever. He was left with a little scar over his left eye. But he was a fearless little boy.”

She took a breath, enjoying this moment with him as his hips slowed a bit. Almost as if he were really listening to her talk about the past.

“And of course, Fabius. He had the bright red curls. He was adorable. Very sweet and usually wanting to be held. And his eyes were bright blue.”

She paused to think. “They are still just children. Rusticus would be somewhere around 13 years. And the others even younger. I hope that they are happy. Safe and happy.”

Once more he picked up the pace, thrusting up in her and gripping her butt tight so that he was bumping her cervix. And making her wince and groan and her full breast move with each thrust. Then suddenly, he released her buttocks and pulled her down to him until their bodies touched and his arms were wrapped around her. In a move that was surprisingly agile for a man as large as he was, Quinn rolled over on his bed and now Aemilia suddenly found herself on her back in the bed with Quinn grinning down at her. And through it all, his member stayed inside her so that they remained joined by their sex.

 

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Aemilia reminisced about her brother as he made love to her, she told him much that he wanted to know without him needing to question her for he had already decided to try and find her brothers and reunite them with their big sister if they remembered her, He didn't think it would be too difficult as a lot of the traders at the slave auctions had been there for many years, and a few coins would revive their memories and if there was a promise of more coins if what he was told leading to success then the truth would be more likely forthcoming.

For now though, Aemilia needed him, her cries and whimpers encouraged him to push deeper, harder, faster, so her head was jolting back and forth, her silky red tresses whipping across her smiling face. He sat on his haunches between her outspread legs and lifted her hips so that he had a straight slide into her wet, juicy, pink depths, and could hear the satisfying squelch of her juices being pushed aside by his thick pole. He caught her wrists in his large strong hands and held her arms above her head, her breasts bounced and jiggled, dancing on her chest.

He wished that he could have two heads so he could kiss her sweet ripe lips and suckle her equally ripe juicy nipples at the same time, with this an impossibility, he settled for the next best thing,

"If I release one of your arms it would please me if you could lift a breast to your lips so that you can suckle it as I lick around it."

They struggled to get the positioning right, but it often ended with Quinn's fingers in Aemilia's mouth or his lips sliding away and his tongue licking her ear. Finally, they gave up, laughing and giggling and tickling each other.

 

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Now that Quinn had her right where he wanted her, he began to thrust up into her with purpose. He did get somewhat sidetracked by the bouncing of her breast and tried to kiss both her lips and her nipple at the same time. The idea did not work but they had fun trying to do it.

Soon she could tell that he was building towards his climax and she willingly followed. He had her hips tilted up, giving him the ability to go deeper into her. And he once again had her hands stretched out above her head while he pounded into her. She was completely at his will, and she loved it. For no matter what, he was her Master and her Lover.

Somehow he kept her hands pressed into the bed above her head and bent down to kiss her passionately and yet continued to pump into her. His tongue plundered her mouth, taking her breath away.

When the kiss broke, he grinned down at her as his hips pounded into her. She lay beneath him, gasping for breath. Her breast moved in time to him. The room was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning and panting and Aemilia could feel the beginning of her climax, the start of a series of many - one right after the other and each one bigger than the one before it.

Soon she felt her sex squeezing his manhood as she gave out a cry. But that did not slow him down. Her head pressed back into his bed, her neck stretched out and her body jerked about, though her movements were really quite limited because of Quinn. Yet another climax rolled through her, her nipples jutting out in ecstasy as she felt him thrust once more into her hot, wet depths.


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Troilus strolled in to where Caesar’s staff waited. Some lounged on sofas while others stood in groups, talking to each other. Philo looked up at him when he entered.

“So nice of you to join us, Troilus.” The man’s voice was dry and cutting.

Troilus dismissed the man with a wave of his hand. “I was by the sea. It couldn’t be helped.
I came as soon as I received word.”

“Ah! That must be where you keep your favorite servus sexus!” Cato called out and a few of the other men laughed. “Just how many of those bastards do you have now?”

“Should be about 7 by the end of this year. I’m doing my part to keep the Empire stocked with slaves.” There was general laughter. “Just where is Caesar?”

“Playing with his newest acquisition. I hear that she is a royal princess that can do incredible things to a man’s manhood.”

There was a general murmur amongst the men gathered but all stopped when the slave announced Caesar.

“I see that we are ALL finally here. I trust that your Emperor is not causing an inconvenience for anyone.” Caesar’s words were said in general but his eyes were focused on Troilus.

“I crave your pardon for delaying my arrival. I was detained and came as soon as I received word.” Troilus gave a bow of deference to the Emperor and Caesar gave a slight wave of his hand as if dismissing the problem.

For several hours the Emperor assigned different duties and task to the men gathered there. The afternoon was heading towards evening when finally they were all dismissed. Nothing that Caesar had assigned to Troilus was that much different that what he already was doing. They were informed to just where he and the army were marching to. He was planning that the campaign would take around 9 months. It all depended upon how long it would take for these people to realize that resistance was futile.

As they were leaving, the men noticed Caesar heading down the hall. Those still leaving could see a woman standing at the end of the hall, apparently waiting for the Emperor. The slave was a dark beauty, the garment she wore barely covering her body. A Princess, eh?

Out in the courtyard some of the men joked, having also noticed the servus sexus.

“It must be warm between those dark legs.”
“Wonder if she tastes like honey?”
“I would love to fuck her myself.”
“You’re as bad as Troilus.”
“You go too far, Cato.”
“Apparently not far enough.”
“I’m just wondering myself if maybe I should check out the slave markets. I might be missing out on a golden opportunity.”

Troilus smiled as the men called back and forth to each other as they headed for their litters. Troilus climbed in and settled back, calling out to the slaves to head back to where he hoped that Lucia was, still playing with his servus sexus. He knew that Diana would be there. He felt his cock stir with the anticipation of what awaited him. And he smiled to himself as the slaves negotiated the litter through the slowly darkening streets. Hopefully soon he would have a new cunt to play with.

 

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Caesar was enthralled with his new acquisition, she was so different from the other women he had at his beck and call, she was always there when he called for her, impeccably dressed and smelling wonderful, and the ideas she had to entertain his lust for depravity were beyond description, each time she came up with something new and when she had an idea she was always keen to show him so that when she beckoned him with her finger at the end of his meeting he couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him.

Naomi knew she had Caesar hooked when he came almost running to her when she merely crooked a finger, beckoning him. She had become used to being almost constantly in his presence and having her private parts openly used, but now she had him hooked, things would be on her terms.

When Caesar entered his bedroom he was shocked to see Naomi, his dusky servus sexus sitting in HIS specially padded chair, one long leg over the other showing her thigh to her waist. Even more shocking was the withering look she gave him and then her little speech.

“You are an Emperor and you know full well I am a princess yet you treat me as if I were one of your lowly whores, that is going to stop, you will treat me with respect and deference, Do not fret we shall still have times together where I will be screaming for more of the same the difference being you will beg me to allow you to touch me, to get my attention you must first lick my arse, then you may ask, permission will not always be forthcoming so if your need is pressing you will have to find relief elsewhere.”

By this time Caesar was turning purple and spluttering with rage,

“WH, WHAT THE HELL, WH, WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

Naomi smiled condescendingly at him and slowly opened her long lithe legs and ran a manicured fingernail between the outer lips of her pink sex, at the top she tapped her protruding clit and sighed with pleasure.

“My Lord Emperor I am merely a Royal Princess, captive in a foreign land and trying to live as normal a life as possible, I am accustomed to being treated with respect and living in luxury, you can provide these things, and in return I will let you use my body on my terms. Where else are you going to find such a welcoming juicy cunt as mine.”

She spread the dark lips of her sex inviting him to see the glistening, wet pink flesh inside.

“Swallow your pride, Caesar, you know you want to,,,,,, “ Her voice low, husky, and beguiling.

“,,, Don’t you…?”

Caesar sank to his knees in front of her and head bowed he whispered,

“Yes, my princess.”

 

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It was with a roar that Quinn finally filled her sex with his seed. He thrusted deep within her, his manhood swelling and throbbing, depositing his potent seed in her womb. But it did not stop there as she felt that repeated warmth fill her until it was overflowing. She knew that it would be so. But for the moment his sword was buried deep within her sheath, acting like a plug in an amphora.

He slumped against her, both of them covered with sweat and panting yet still joined for the moment. Her skin still tingled and he laid on his back, his penis pulling free from her sex. Immediately she felt his seed seeping from her to run down her crevice towards her anus. And probably staining the bed sheets. She briefly thought of what Selina had said when she thought that Aemilia was gone from the laundry room. But it was not her place to say such to Quinn.

He pulled her close to him and she laid there with her head on his chest listening to his heart slowly return to normal beats. His hand slowly ran over her body, feeling the soft skin, playing absentmindedly with her nipples still puffy with desire.

She lay there with him, the thought crossing her mind as she wondered if her had just planted his child within her belly. Or had it perhaps happened yesterday when they had sex. Or…what if his seed had taken root that first time that they had had sex after her flow had stopped? Perhaps she should pay attention to these things. The lanistas had taught them that there was a way of finding out that they had learned from the Egyptians. She might stop by the kitchen, if she could get in there when Julie was not there. She really did not want there to be talk before she knew.

Eventually Quinn decided that they needed to bathe and they rose and dressed. He took her by the hand to lead her to the bathhouse. The water felt wonderful on her skin as she easily began washing his body, her fingers always lingering on the various scars that decorated his skin. A quick oiling down and a scrape with the strigil, she then left Quinn with a promise that she would find Jovian and send him to him to ask for permission for a binding with Decima.

She eventually found the musician in the garden practicing on a new song. She paused for a moment, listen to him play before he noticed her and invited her to dance with a flourish of notes. Laughing, she joined him, moving her body in a sensual rhythm.

Once the song was over they both laughed.

“You are very graceful, Aemilia. You seem to know instinctively what the next note will be.”

“Thank you Jovian. It is always a joy to dance when you play.” She sat down beside him on the bench. “Are you planning on taking a bonding with Decima?”

He was quiet for a minute. “I love her. And she refuses to lay with me unless I do. But I am hesitant to speak to the Master.” He looked down at the instrument in his lap. “What if he were to refuse.”

“He will not refuse. I promise you. He told me to send you to him to ask. I think that he awaits in the triclinium.”

Aemilia watched Jovian head out to speak to Quinn. Alone in the garden, her thought returned to previous musings. Tomorrow she would slip into the culina and take some barley.

Having made her decision, she rose and headed for her room. She needed to apply some more of her personal scent.

 

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After his discussion with Aemilia, Quinn waited for Jovian to come to him and ask his permission to become bonded with Decima, he was sure that it was a love match having seen the way they looked at each other and he also guessed that Decima was a highly principled young woman and would not allowJovian just to use her body, she would want it to be like marriage in all but name, therefore, he would have to find out if Jovian was as highly principled.

When Jovian arrived he was very nervous and Quinn did nothing to appease his nervousness, he spoke gruffly,,

"You have a question for me boy? Stand still when I'm talking to you, stop fiddling about,

"Yessir, sorry sir, I was .............."

"You were what precisely?" Quinn cut him off, Quinn was enjoying this immensely seeing the young man squirm, but he would soon see what he was made of.

"You were hoping that I would give you permission to bond with the fair, young Decima so you can wet your dick in her young untouched cunt, I've seen how you look at her trying to see her big pair of tits............... MMMMM if it weren't for Aemilia I'd have her for myself."

"THAT IS ENOUGH I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TALK ABOUT MY LOVE AS IF SHE WERE A WHORE, EVEN THOUGH YOU WERE A GLADIATOR OF SOME RENOWN I WILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU SAY ONE MORE WORD."

Quinn stopped and laughed out loud and clapped Jovian on the back,

"So my lute player has balls as well, of course you may bond with Decima providing she is willing but I think she is very, very keen. You had best go find her and tell her the good news."

When Jovian had gone he set about finding Aemilia, the bonding present he was going to give the couple required her cooperation.

 

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There was a knock at her doorway and Decima’s voice called out to her, asking if she was in her room.

“Enter Decima,” she answered. The woman entered and crossed to her looking a bit tired. She sat down on Aemilia’s bed.

“Julie has had me preparing food and washing dirty plates and pots for so long that they feel like they are fish instead of hands.” She brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.

“Have you not see Jovian lately? I think that he may be looking for you.”

“He is? He is looking for me?” She looked surprised and confused. “He knows that I am almost always in the culina with Julie. Or at least, that is how it feels some times.”

“I think that he wants to talk to you without the entire household listening in.”

“Oh. I know what he wants. And he is not getting it unless it is on my terms.”

“Why not head to your room and see what he wants.”

With a sigh the woman stood up and headed for the doorway. Before she left, she turned back to Aemilia. “But I am standing firm.”

“You do just that.”

And with that Decima was gone heading for her room. Aemilia smiled. She was happy for the woman. She at least could have a binding. That was something that Aemilia could never have.

Pulling out a fresh clean toga, she slipped out of the one she was wearing. Totally naked, she ran her hands over her body. She paused her hands over her abdomen, wondering if perhaps it felt different. She really couldn’t tell if there was a change. It was probably just wishful thinking. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she slipped on the clean toga.

She turned to her shiny bronze mirror and brushed her long hair until it gleamed bright red. She really was not sure what Quinn had planned. It was probably a bit late in the day for him to head out for his school, but she thought that he probably would go tomorrow. She knew that he had wanted to get back in shape, and train the students.

Stepping out of her room she heard her stomach growl. She was hungry and thought that she would head for the culina and see what Julie was preparing for the evening meal.

 

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Finding Aemilia was proving more difficult than he thought, each time he stopped one of the slaves to ask if they had seen her it appeared that he had just missed her but she had gone in a certain direction, when he followed and asked the next slave, he had just missed her again and she had gone in the direction he had just come from. feeling hot and bothered as it was a warm afternoon he decided to get some water from the kitchen and surprise, surprise, there was Aemilia seated on the kitchen table, swinging her legs and chatting with Julie.

"There you are, light of my life," he almost trilled, then he swept Julie off her feet and leaned her right back and planted a kiss on her forehead,

Julie regained her feet and blushed bright red, "OH MY! My lord."

"A cup of water to quench my parched throat." he went down theatrically on one knee in front of Aemilia, "I have spoken with Jovian and after I helped him discover where he kept his balls, he has gone to tell Decima the good news, now Aemilia, come with me to the garden, I have something I need to ask you about providing a comfortable place for Jovian and Decima to lose their respective virginities."

 

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Julie took pity on her and gave her some fresh bread smeared with delicious jam made from figs. She quickly downed the delicacy and her stomach growled in appreciation.

“I’ve seen the kind of work you do. It’s no wonder that you are hungry, working up an appetite like that.”

“You know not of which you speak.” Aemilia fought hard to hid the smile on her face but Julie saw it and merely raised an eyebrow.

“My, you ARE hungry, are you not?” Julie pushed a small bowl of dates towards her and Aemilia picked them out one at a time and ate them, making her fingers sticky and sweet. It was nice sitting here in the culina, perched on a table and talking to Julie. At this moment she was merely a slave. Nothing more.

“It is your fault. Were your dishes not so flavorful I would…”

And then in walked The Master and suddenly the day seemed brighter. He seemed in high spirits as he headed straight for Julie.

"There you are, light of my life," whereupon he picked Julie up and swung her around before he leaned her back and kissed her soundly on her forehead.

Poor Julie was not accustomed to such thing and turned bright red, blushing hard. The woman used her own hand to try and fan some cooling air on her face.

"OH MY! My lord."

"A cup of water to quench my parched throat."

Amelia watched as Quinn, still acting silly, bent down on one knee and then spoke to her. "I have spoken with Jovian and after I helped him discover where he kept his balls he has gone to tell Decima the good news, now Aemilia come with me to the garden I have something I need to ask you about providing a comfortable place for Jovian and Decima to lose their respective virginities.”

She heard a gasp from the direction of where Julie had been getting the water for Quinn. She turned to see Julie looking surprised. “Are they getting a binding?”

“Shush. It was supposed to be a secret until Decima and Jovian let it be known.”

With a big grin on her face, the woman gave Quinn a cup of water which he down quickly and handed the empty cup back to her. He then turned and effortlessly lifted Aemilia off of the wooden table and set her down on her feet. Grabbing her by the hand, he led her through the villa with various slaves quickly stepping out of the way of the Master pulling his servus sexus behind him.

‘Losing their respective virginities’ echoed around in her head. For one thing, she was sure that Decima would be embarrassed about the fact that it was being discussed not only by the Master of the household, but amongst the other slaves of the household. Decima was really very shy, and usually kept to herself. She talked to Julie and her, and or course Jovian. And she knew that the woman was somewhat afraid of Selina, usually trying to avoid interaction with the woman and she could understand that having overheard the laundress. Helena loved her mother but she was sure that despite the fact that she was an adult, she would never stand up to her mother.

The sun was heading low in the sky as they entered the garden. Soon it would be evening and, perhaps with luck, tomorrow there would be a binding between Decima and Jovian. Quinn led her towards a secluded area of the garden and she considered where the two new lovers would retire. There was always the guest room, where the Emperor had used her. It had not been used since that time and it would do for them to use for a couple of nights of binding.

But just how was he planning on making Jovian or Decima’s room work when it came to the long term? The rooms were small to begin with, plus the beds were large enough for one person to lay upon. And they were hewn from stone against one wall. Quinn would have to bring in stone masons to come in and remove the rock beds and then put in actual beds similar to his.

And she was sure that when he did this, then a lot of the other slaves would want the same thing. She hoped that he would not come to regret this.

His hand felt so comforting holding hers, bringing her out here to discuss things with her. It almost made her feel like his spouse and not his servus sexus. She knew that it was all in her head, but… one could always dream.

 

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Quinn knew in his head exactly what he wanted to do for both Jovian and Decima, they were perfect servants and worked hard never causing trouble or complaining he wanted to show them how much they were appreciated and at the same time show other servants that shirking their work was not the way to be rewarded. All he had to do now was convince Aemilia, he though that if he had forgotten anything she would tell him.

He sat her down on a stone seat and held her hand,

"You will agree that Jovian and Decima are two of my best servants I hesitate to call them slaves for that is not how I regard them or any of my workers and you know I work you harder than most but you do seem to enjoy your work,"

There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke of her 'work'

"Anyhow I was thinking we could give the young couple a nice place for them to get to know each other, at first I thought of letting them have my quarters for a day or two but I came to realize that is impractical and could cause allegations of favouritism. I have, however, made some enquiries and I intend to hire an army general's campaign tent and fill it with luxurious furniture and the biggest softest bed you have ever seen for their use for a whole week. they are not binding until tomorrow evening so the tent can be prepared right here out of sight during the day. What do you think? OH YES, I have thought about afterwards and I will have Decima's bed widened, Until that is done they may have use of the guest room."

Quinn was buzzing, so excited that he could help a fellow slave in such a way, that is how he thought of himself sometimes, still a slave.

"Do you remember the very first time you were touched, your sex touched or your breasts? I am sure you were nervous, perhaps even frightened a little, I can't help thinking that both Jovian and Decima are inexperienced and so are sure to be the same, so I think in order to try and avoid a disaster it would be a good idea if you spoke to Decima and I spoke to Jovian and gave them some advice, I think It will be appreciated, don't you?"

 

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Quinn led her directly to a secluded spot in the garden, sitting her down on the bench before he sat down beside her, still holding her hand while their thighs were touching, separated only by their garments. He was excited and at the same time very serious.

"You will agree that Jovian and Decima are two of my best servants I hesitate to call them slaves for that is not how I regard them or any of my workers and you know I work you harder than most but you do seem to enjoy your work,"

She smiled at his words, and he looked at her slyly.

"Anyhow I was thinking we could give the young couple a nice place for them to get to know each other, at first I thought of letting them have my quarters for a day or two but I came to realize that is impractical and could cause allegations of favouritism. I have, however, made some enquiries and I intend to hire an army general's campaign tent and fill it with luxurious furniture and the biggest softest bed you have ever seen for their use for a whole week. they are not binding until tomorrow evening so the tent can be prepared right here out of sight during the day. What do you think? OH YES, I have thought about afterwards and I will have Decima's bed widened, Until that is done they may have use of the guest room.”

His idea was a sound one, up to a point. She nodded as he spoke. But there was something that he would have to reconsider.

“That is a wonderful idea. It will show Decima and Jovian just how much you consider there an important part of your household. But there is a small flaw in your plan. You see, right now all slave beds, including mine, are just a block of stone with mats of straw and skins on top. To make a real bed, for one or two, you will need the stonemason to come in and literally break up the stone. Which you can do, but if you do it for one I am sure that the other slaves will want the same thing. In the long run, it would be better though I am sure that the initial funds may seem a bit pricey. I suspect that the newer villas do have the bed frames like what you have, though they are not as high quality as your bed.”

She could see him mentally figuring just how much it would cost for all of this. Still, he seemed to give a nod, though she was not sure if it meant that he would update all of the slave quarters, or just Decima and Jovian’s. She had to admit that she would be more comfortable in her personal bed should he have that stone bed chiseled out and an actual bed frame installed. It was much more comfortable sleeping with Quinn in his plush bed and her stone bed did lack comfort.

"Do you remember the very first time you were touched, your sex touched or your breasts? I am sure you were nervous, perhaps even frightened a little, I can't help thinking that both Jovian and Decima are inexperienced and so are sure to be the same, so I think in order to try and avoid a disaster it would be a good idea if you spoke to Decima and I spoke to Jovian and gave them some advice, I think It will be appreciated, don't you?

“Of course, I will speak with Decima. Answer any questions that she may have. Sometimes the knowledge of what is to come, and the joys and benefits of it can allay any doubts and fears. I will speak with her tomorrow.”