From Slave To Lover -Open-

[Jupiter0]

Calista is the youngest daughter of a rich Greek merchant and has lived all her life wealthy in a villa by the sea. By a tragic mistake she was captured by Roman soldiers, beaten and sold to slavery.

Marcus is the only son born to a Roman Aristocrat. At the young age of 25 he had picked up his father's trade and owns his own villa in the city. As a birthday gift from his parents, a new shipment of slaves was brought to his household to serve him however he pleased. He used his slaves from serving him food, to cleaning the villa, to warming his bed at night.

Plot::

Stunned by the beauty of a mere slave, Marcus is more than anxious to call her to his chamber at night and have his way with her. When he does, he is surprised to find out that there is more to her than he thought. And he can't help but to feel something more than just lust when he was around her.


Pm me if you would like to take the part of Marcus. I would prefer someone who writes more than just one or two sentences and has a feel of the Roman times that this is set in.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus Esquilinus Crus awoke in the splendor that was his villa in Rome. Slipping from the pile of pillows and furs that constituted his mattress, the cool morning air played across his naked body, exhilarating him. Walking to the window he looked out over the grounds and then over the city itself. The haze from the torches and cooking fire from the night had not yet blown from the city, but would do so in the next couple of hours.

Surely by the time the salutatio was over the day would be clear enough to wander off to the baths for the better part of the day. Wheeling and dealing with those that could advance his family politically or economically.

As Marcus dressed he headed toward the public part of the house and heard the usual morning murmur. Gaius Falerius Ausonius, Marcus’ personal slave, came up to Marcus and handed over a prioritized list for the day. The list consisted of the normal everyday complaints and needs, nothing new or exciting.

Mornings like this always made Marcus long for another season of military service. Lunch was served, the remaining dozen or so clients lounged around the banquet eating to near excess. Part of Marcus’ mind was repulsed at the eating habits of both his clients and peers. Too much food, too much wine, they were getting softer and more reliant on the people around them.
After the lunch, Marcus and Gaius headed to the bath for the afternoon. This was the time that half of the real horse-trading of Rome occurred; the rest at or after dinner parties. As he eased himself into the bath, Marcus remembered that his parents expected him their villa that evening for his birthday celebration.

Business went as expected, with much teasing and ribbing from the older patricians in the bath about his relative youth. Smiling and taking it all in, he always retorted that they should be wary, for he was still single, and most of them had daughters. As the afternoon began to wane, Marcus finished a six-month long negotiation with one of the other families that resulted in an ongoing trade of wheat for spice that one of his clients would be able to bring in from Palestine and sell at a tremendous profit in Rome.

Marcus dressed for the evening, toga and sandals, ornamental dagger at his side. Unlike many of his peers Marcus’ dagger was as functional as it was pretty. Sharpened each night, the bronze blade held its edge, a habit from his days with the legion. Not that exercise was a daily regimen for any patrician, Marcus kept his fitness up by walking most places and moderating his diet. He had learned to eat heavily at the start of the nightly dinner parties, and then taper off as the others became drunker.

It worked well, the appearance was he ate as much as everyone else, when in reality he did not. The wine was another matter, as he typically kept up with whoever was with him. Tonight would be no exception even if at his parents’ villa.

Arriving at the villa Marcus hugged his mother warmly and greeted his father in the business like demeanor that had become customary for them. They were closer than most father and sons in their respective positions, after all Flavius had given Marcus a sizable chunk of the family businesses to run, and each year another portion gifted to Marcus. Last year when Marcus received a bushel of wheat as a gift, he was stunned. The agriculture side of the business was one of the most profitable portions.

As he stood with his parents Marcus saw a line of slaves standing to one side, almost uniformly they held their heads were down. Marcus glanced quickly at his father who said, “Yes son that is this year’s gift, the slave trade, not within Italia, but the provinces of Greece and Germania.”

Marcus walked over to the line of slaves first from behind and then the front. Stopping at each one he looked at their hands then tilted their faces up to look them in the eyes. At the last one, Marcus’ breath caught in his throat, the woman’s beauty was astonishing.

Stepping back, Marcus turned to his parent, “Thank you.”

Turning to Gaius he said, “Take them to the villa. Assign them as you see fit.”

Gaius nodded and said, “Yes, sir. Any particular instructions for them?”

The image of the one slave flashed in his mind, causing Marcus to pause a moment before he said, “No, not tonight.”

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista woke up in her bedchamber just like any other day. The sea breeze blew through her open room as she inhaled it in and sighed contently. Her servant Agatha walked in, with a washbowl in hand. "Good morning. Nice to see you awake." She greeted her in a friendly tone. Calista considered Agatha a friend more than a servant and would've freed her, but Agatha refused to leave her company.

"I'm going to the market today. If you need anything I can add it to my list." Agatha informed her as Calista went over to the washbowl to clean her face and hands.

"You know what I wish to do Agatha?" Calista smiled gaily. "I'll go in your place. I'm tired of siting around doing nothing. It's absolutely boring when there's no one around."

Her brother had gone off to fight and her elder sister, Enora, married last year and now only visited on holidays.

"Are you sure thats a good..."

"Agatha please." Calista inturupted. "What's the worst that could happen? Leave your clothes here and I'll let you have one of my fancier tunics today." She bribed her.

Biting her lip, Agatha considered the appealing offer. Her feet were sore from having to search for Calista all over the rocky shore a few days ago. "Alright. But make sure you get everything and you're home in time for dinner. Could you imagine what your parents would do to me if you weren't here?"

An hour later, Calista was enjoying the hustle of the marketplace. Venders were shouting out their goods and she had no problem getting most of the items from the list. There was a commotion up ahead blocking the street. It was almost midday and she planned on meeting her friend Theone for a meal.

Finding a side street to cut around, Calista hurried through only to be stopped on the other side by a Roman guard.

"Well, well, well." He said in an amused tone as she tried to back away. A wall behind her stopped her. She then realized it was another Roman soldier. Fear rose up in her as she felt trapt.

"Where do you think you're going?" They chided her. She reached back a hand to strike them, but one of them grabbed onto it like a vice. The first guard tilted her head back with his fingers.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing." He smiled, cruely. She spat in his face. "That's it. Boys." He called to them. "We've found our quota. Load her up, and lets go home."

Calista was terrified as she was drug down the lane to a cart where the soldier holding onto her tossed her like a sack of wheat. Screaming in protest, no one seemed to hear that she was being treated like a mere slave.

"Shut up bitch." She felt the sting of a slap across her face as a guard chained her wrists together. She tasted blood on her lip as her vision grew hazy. She had never before been handled this way and didn't know what happened to get her in this position.

Home. They said. That could only mean Rome. She was loaded on a ship with other slaves and kicked around some more by other Roman soldiers. Tears welled up in her eyes as she could see her home fade into the distance as the ship set sail.

Days later, Calista was numb. She was praying to the gods that this was all a dream and she would wake up to Agatha bringing her her robe. Her wrists were bleeding from the shakles and her face and body bore scars and bruises from the soldiers. She had layed awake every night hearing screams and moans from girls who were being taken by the Romans. Dirty pigs, thinking they could do whatever they wanted with person. She surprised that none of them didn't do the same with her.

They did beat her however. Calista never knew that there could be so much pain.

When the ship docked, she realized they must be in Rome. The city was grander than her Athens. But she didn't take in the glory, only missed her home more and more. What was happening to her?

They were lead into a market and sold one by one. Calista simply stood there, not knowing what to do or what her fate was. Finally she was pushed and her shackles were removed. Her and five other slaves were gathered and chained together.

She walked with them to a villa where a head servant explained to them what her newduties were. Calista didn't listen. They were taken to a bath and cleaned to "look presentable to your new master." It was his birthday or something.

After they were cleaned they stood in a line in the chamber of a beautiful villa. As she heard her new owners arrival she looked up and lost her breath. He was the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on. No man in Greece could compare to him. When he looked herway she forced herself to look at her feet, remembering what they had told her.

When he stood infront of her, she felt her heart race in her chest. She doubted she was beautiful anymore. After the days of torture and beatings she experienced, there was no way she looked anything like the Calista of Athens she used to be.

When they were dismissed, they followed another higher servant to another villa deeper in the city. They were shown the servants quarters and told to sleep for tomorrow would be a long day of hard work. How she regretted her life now. She cried herself to sleep again.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus' attention was divided through out the dinner, the image of the raven haired Greek kept flitting across his mind. More precisely it was the haunted, utterly terrified look in her stormy colored eyes. The rise and fall her her breast as she quivered in front of him.

It was nearly erotic. Close enough that it kept him in a heightened state of near arousal through out the dinner.

The conversations though exciting as they were, held little for Marcus. It wasn't until the niece of a senator leaned against him, whose able hands hinted at the truth of her whispers, was Marcus able to focus.

Focus he did.

Hours later Marcus made his way home, a smile on his lips reflecting inversely the amount of weight in his balls. Dismissing the guard as he let himself into the gate, Marcus walked toward the private section of the house and could hear someone crying softly in the group of new slaves.

Annoyed, Marcus dropped onto his pile of pillows and slept the sleep of the well screwed.

In the morning, before dressing, Marcus called out for Gaius, "Bring me the cry baby!"

Soon the raven headed beauty was brought before him, "Should have known," Marcus thought to himself.

Walking over to her still nude, Marcus tilted the slaves head up and in perfect Greek crossly asked,"Is my house displeasing to you?"

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista was shook awake and dragged to a large chamber. It looked similar to her bedchamber back in Greece.

Her attention was suddenly brought to her new master. He was nude. Not that she wasn't used to such things, his naked body was breathtaking. Not only was he well endowed, he was looked like he had been formed by the gods.

She was forced out of her thoughts by a finger on her chin forcing her to look up in his eyes. His face was absolutely gorgeous. His eyes were a deep brown that held power, and his nose, mouth and cheek bones were everything a god would have. She held her head up with the honor and pride she had before she was captured.

Calista spoke plainly and suredly. "Your house is adequate. I have no complaints in which to discuss with you."

She had almost forgotten her new place in this cruel world. But if he were to be her so called master he had to know who she was. Maybe he'd be gracious enough to free her. But then she rememberd that the Romans were nothing but selfish pigs.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus looked over the woman before him again. This time he took his time, measuring her fully. Taking a hand in his, it was soft not so much as a single callus on either hand. Her skin was smooth well oiled.

Walking around her, she stood uneasily, not sure of her self, or her station. Her hips level, her knees pressed protectively close together. Her hands clenched and unclenched in uncertainty.

Marcus looked into her gray expressive eyes, and said in Latin, "Then I expect you to not cry yourself to sleep tonight."

He kept his eyes on her watching to see what her reaction was.

 

[Jupiter0]

When he took her hand, she almost pulled it back. As he examined her closely she stood proudly like her father told her to always do.

He spoke Latin. Of course she had been schooled in Latin so she understood him perfectly. But would a mere slave know? She wasn't sure.

He had heard her crying? Calista was embarassed. She lifted her head and spoke in Greek. "Whether I cry or not is no concern of yours."

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus stood his gaze holding her still, and responded, "Quite wrong on several fronts. Not least of which, everything that occurs in my house is indeed my concern."

Taking a goblet of watered down wine from Gaius, Marcus looked at the lovely woman standing in his bed chamber, and for the briefest of moments the fact that she was in his chambers, and his, flitted lewdly through his mind.

After a long pause Marcus said, "Let's see you. Strip."

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista was offended. She stood there with a shocked look on her face as it registered to her that he was ordering her to take off her clothes. Never had she stood before a man in such a way.

Knowing that she'd have no other choice but to be beaten, she began to take off her clothing. As the rags she was wearing fell to the floor, she stood before him as confidently as she could make herself look. She then realized how beaten and scarred she must look. Gone were the days of long baths and oiled skin.

She looked down at the ground, not wanting to see how displeased he'd be at her bruised skin.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus almost whistled as the clothes fell away from the raven headed beauty in front of him. A face full of innocence, seemingly devoid of all malice or guile, it was broad jawed, with high cheek bones. Her cheeks had a natural cheery blush that was accentuated by her color rising slightly.

Her bangs were trimmed along the lower edge of her eyebrows, a straight line forcing one's eyes to hers. Lush full lips were squeezed together slightly, perhaps in modesty, perhaps in shame.

Her body though was absolute nothing to be ashamed or modest about. Full breasts stood pertly against her chest, more than any man's hand could hold. Her areola nearly perfect tight circles in the mound of flesh, were two hues darker than her olive skin. Her nipples were small soft nubs in the middle of that darker circle of skin.

Her stomach a smooth plain of flesh that was slightly rounded, enough to know that she came from a better than poor family. Her body was tight enough to suggest that she was aware of her beauty enough to try and maintain that beauty.

Her hips flared beautifully, much like the hills near the ocean, rolling inviting slopes that begged for attention. Her legs were firm and supple, strong enough looking that spending much time between them could be hazardous to one's neck. Delectable enough to make one take the risk.

"What was your name, girl?" Marcus asked.

 

[Jupiter0]

She looked away as he looked over her. She felt like a animal being sold. Well, thats basically what she was now. It seemed like forever when he spoke. She was surprised at the question, for some reason.

She looked up at his face and spoke clearly. "My name is Calista." She was tempted to say the rest of her title, but figured she didn't have it anymore.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus walked up, running his hand over Calista's hip then across her ass, cupping it firmly. "Was Calista. It was Calista."

Patting her ass fondly, Marcus turned to Gaius and said, "Clean her up, let's see what we have to work with, perhaps I'll take her to the bath this afternoon.

Marcus tugged on some clothes as the two slaves left then headed out to the public part of the house to begin his day. His attention was only half on the job during the morning, his mind wandering back to the feel of Calista's ass in his hand.

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista bit her lip as she felt his large and powerful hand grope her rear. Many different sensations ran through her. Hatred, embarassment, and surprisingly, arousal. She couldn't admit to herself that his very touch brought chills to her skin.

What he said was right, She was no longer the Calista of Greece. She was now a nameless object of possession. This brought a single tear to her eye, but she quickly blinked it away before he could see it.

When he barked an order to his manservant, she was relieved to find out that she would be cleaned. Perhaps even taken to a bath. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could become his favorite and receive rewards like a real bath.

Gaius took her to be cleaned and then gave her a list of duties she needed to have finished before the Master came home.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus pressed through the morning meetings, his new business line, that of slaves, being the most time consuming. The slave master, Appius Naevius Crito Vespillo, was a ratty old man. His eyes shifty, what tufts of hair that were left greasy and slicked back. Marcus' overall unsettled feeling only grew during their two hour conversation.

He was tempted to change his normal business operandi of not dictating what the individual businesses did. His was a hands off affair normally, but something about Appius was unsettling. When the meeting finally ended, Marcus whispered a prayer.

His mind turned toward the Greek woman, Calista. Her beauty was unimaginable, he could not have dreamed up a more divine looking woman. She needed a new name, and one came immediately to mind. It would clearly separate her past from her future, but pay homage to her heritage.

He was eating lunch as Gaius brought her out, never before had the two small slivers of clothing that slaves were allowed looked so good. The thin strip that lashed across her breasts hid little more than her nipples, yet managed to hold her breasts firmly up and in. Her hips swayed under the gossamer loin cloth.

His eyes meandered along her body, slowly drinking what could only be described as a nearly perfect woman.

Gaius stopped in front of him, she stood slightly behind the older slave. There was an amused look in Gaius' face as he said, "She is ready for her duties this afternoon, master."

Marcus focused on her turbulent gray eyes, as he said, "Helena will be your name. You will accompany Gaius and I to the baths this afternoon."

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista was shocked at the amount of labor she was forced to do. Her arms were sore from scrubbing the floors spotless and countless other seemingly pointless tasks. When...if she returned home, she would never take a slave for granted again.

In the mid afternoon, Gaius called her into a room to prepare her for some 'special duties'. She wondered what in Hades this would entail. She thought of her encounter with the Master this morning and shivered. She wasn't sure if she was prepared to face what he could possibly do to her.

Calista knew her body was desirable. Countless men in Greece have let her know this. Countless more had asked for her hand. Only one was promised by her parents, due to his status and money. She would've had a happy and rich life when she turned 20 next summer. Now she was doomed to be a...plaything to a filthy Roman merchant.

A handsome filthy Roman merchant. That looked as though he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.

Calista forced herself not to think of that. Of how she felt this morning when she first layed eyes on his nude form. Of when his hand caressed her...

Gaius handed her two strips of cloth. She was about to question what she had to clean with them, when he demanded her to clothe herself with them. Disbelief and confusion swept across her face and Gaius helped her remove her rags and tie one strip around her breasts and the other formed into a sort of loincloth.

Feeling completely exposed, she was brought before her new master, who was enjoying a hearty meal. Her mouth watered. She hadn't seen food like that in months. Her eyes were then directed to the man who was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

Helena... He had given her a new name. She was shocked and curious as to the full meaning behind it. She would try to remember to ask Gaius about it later.

The baths? She could've fainted. But then Calista...or Helena now, remembered what her new position in this world was. She was going to accompany her master half naked to the baths in the middle of the city. She looked down at her feet. "Yes, my Lord." She stated simply.

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus stood and began walking toward the exit to the house, Gaius and Helena falling in behind him.

The streets of Rome were, as always, jammed full of people, Gaius and two guards lead the way, while two more followed Helena and Marcus. The press of people, ebbed and flowed, at times so close that Helena or he could get separated by their escort, yet somehow the small coterie managed to stay together.

As they approached the baths, Marcus glanced at Helena, "You will scrap today." Deeper and deeper into the baths they tread. Heads followed Marcus and Helena, and he smiled a knowing smile that not one of them was looking at him, but at her.

Arriving at his customary bench, the other Patricians continued their conversations, invinting Marcus into them, all the while keeping their eyes on the comely slave.

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista followed her new master through the streets of Rome, embarrassed by her minimal clothing. There were a total of four guard accompanying them to the baths, which made her wonder whether they were protecting Marcus, or keeping her from escaping. It was most likely both.

When they approached the baths, Calista was intrigued. She'd never seen a Roman bath before, but assumed they were similar to the Greeks'. Still, she never liked bathing in public, her villa at home had its own personal bath.

Calista barely payed attention when Marcus gave her what she was to do. Scrap? She had no idea what that meant. She was hoping the answer would be revealed to her and she wouldn't dislike what it was.

As they delved deeper into the baths, Calista felt countless eyes upon her. This made her lower her head in embarrassment. Sure she was used to men, and even women, admiring her lovely figure, but the way these filthy Romans looked at her...It made her shudder at the thoughts she assumed were going through their heads. Now that she was a slave, she could be forced to do any number of things.

Although some of those things with Marcus wouldn't be so bad...

 

[a_libertine]

Marcus headed to his normal spot and stepped from his toga and tossed it to Gaius. He then lounged on the marble surface, his eyes glued to Helena as she stood uncertainly.

Handing her a piece of ivory about four inches long, shaped like a small fan, he said, "Take this, once I begin to perspire from the heat and humidity, use it to scrape along my skin, it will remove the dirt and oils from my body."

From the blush that crossed her face, Marcus would have guessed she had never touched a man before, and on some primal level the thought appealed to him.

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista received the ivory with hesitation and listened to his instructions. Of course, she knew what this was for, having had it used on her, but did he really expect her to run this over his hard, muscular body? The look on his face gave her the answer.

She couldn't help but to blush. Touching a man in such a way was what one did in private, or left to slaves. That word caught in her throat. That's what she was now. A slave.

Calista waited for him to start perspiring from the heat and hesitantly moved towards him, trying not to make eye contact. She started scraping the ivory piece down his back, noticing how magnificently sculptured he was all over. She swallowed, trying to keep her unreasonable urges at bay and unnoticed.

 

[a_libertine]

On his stomach, Marcus closed his eyes as he felt Helena begin to run the ivory along his back in a touch so light, he had to concentrate to feel it. It was completely different than the way a slave normally cleaned him. It took so much concentration that it was erotic.

As Helena worked down his back, her strokes became amazingly more tentative and a wry, wicked grin crossed his face as Marcus said, "Here let me roll over for you."

He flipped onto his back quickly, his half turgid cock flailing about like a tree in a wind. Marcus watched Helena's face and eyes as she realized his growing excitement.

 

[Jupiter0]

Calista almost prided herself in the way she was accomplishing such a task. She had in a way envied the slaves' talent with such tasks. As she found herself nearing completion on his back she heard him announce that he was going to turn over. She had almost forgotten that she had to scrape his full body.

Her eyes grew wide and her breath caught in her throat as his manhood sprung up so near to her. Up close there was no mistaking just how blessed he was. Swallowing her embarrassment she turned her attention to his hard abs and pectoral muscles, trying to sate the arousal she unwillingly felt between her thighs.

Breathing as slowly as she could to keep her mind off of the lower half of her master, she scraped down his chest, studying all of the defined hills and valleys.

However, her mind, and regrettably her eyes, kept wandering to the semi-erected cock just a few inches from her hands. Surely he was at this state due to the limited clothing she herself had on. She knew she had a desirable body, and could feel his eyes on her breasts as they jostled about as she worked. Calista had to remind herself that he could in fact do anything he wanted to her, now that she was nothing more than a slave. This idea half terrified, half thrilled her.