Impulse Purchase (Closed: Thekeenreader)

[KittenOfSteel]

Rome, in the third year of the reign of emperor Tiberius. Two days before the kalends of June. About lunchtime.

Valeria radiated good cheer today, and the two slave girls following her, panting in the hot sun as they carried seemingly endless amounts of merchandise their mistress had bought, were visibly relieved. She was a very harsh mistress normally, but when she was beaming like that, this could be a day without beatings for either of them... an unreasonably good day, in other words, if you were her property. An intimidating woman she was indeed, but not the type you would call "formidable". Unlike the usual matrons, she was thin, tall and serious-looking, with watchful grey hawk eyes that were always looking for some mistake of her slaves to indulge her sadistic streak. She was attractive, in a way, and still quite young, but it took a strong man not to be unnerved by her presence.

The reasons for her good mood were twofold - one, she had just made the bargain of a lifetime on expensive dyed silk, enough for at least two lavish robes. More importantly, her husband had finally agreed to allow her to purchase another slave - he had not even grumbled about her love for attractive male slaves, as usual. He, too, was in a good mood. Having just been appointed commander for an important campaign against the Germans, he was well on his way to a great career. He had been all too willing to indulge his wife, especially as she had been nagging him about her workload in the household for a long time. He was buying her silence, and that was worth a pretty sum to him.

One slave trader had just received new merchandise - freshly captured barbarians from one of the northern tribes. Oiled and stripped to loincloths, they stood there in the hot sun, chained by their necks to the market stand and forced to show off their huge muscles. Why they caught her eye, she did not really understand: They were the exact opposite of household slaves, after all. Man for man, they were destined for the arena - or, at most, a farm, if they were unlucky. They were no nimble Asian girls, or obedient Slav women. They were Germans - wild, uncivilised, warlike and about as fitting for a proper Roman household as a horse in the senate. Good thing her husband was already with his troops - even he in a good mood would probably throw a fit if she tried to pass one of these off as a household necessity. Good thing indeed... with a quick decision, she fixed her eyes on one of the slaves and started counting out coins.

 

[thekeenreader]

Alaric looked out across the yard at the assembled Romans with a look of belligerence. Sweat glistened across his muscles, honed in the long weeks of training and exercise. He was determined to put on a good show for the assembled buyers.

He had no great hate for the Romans any more than he had any great love for the Germanic generals who had sent them into battle. He was clever enough to know his place in the grand scheme of things and this, he knew, would help him survive.

The battle had been short and brutal, the initial barrage of arrows had struck him in the thigh and flank but he had still maimed and killed the Roman infantry they'd attacked. Indeed he thought victory was theirs until he'd heard the thunder of the cavalry. He'd been struck to the floor and woken up in chains shivering from the fever that had arisen from his infected wounds.

He'd been taken to the gladiator training school and his wounds treating, he had seen wounds like these kill men but soon he was fighting again. This time with a wooden sword. He'd quickly gained respect as a formidable adversary, this coupled with his knowledge of latin, gained from his Gaulish mother, had seen him taken to Rome for sale. He had heard how they treated their prized fighters and he was determined to excel. Tall and broad with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair he Know he would make a prized addition to anyone's stable of fighters.

The buyers were either contemptable, fat middle-aged men...perfumed and soft or brutal looking slave owners...he didn't care which as long as he had the chance to earn the rewards his skill with the sword merited. One slaver, he presumed, had brought his wife along, a slim athletic woman with steely eyes.

Alaric tried not to let boredom get the better of him, he kept his gaze keen and his muscles tense and waited

 

[KittenOfSteel]

That defiant-looking, hulking brute had really caught her interest. Something made him stand out from the other captives. Yes, he was taller than them, also a little more attractive. More importantly, though, he had a certain magnetism to him, similar to a wild animal in the circus (she loved to watch the animal shows, quite unsually for women, who normally preferred the lighter fare. Not for her, though - she found the fights with wooden swords and even the regular fights too tame).

Yes, a gladiator. He certainly was meant to be one, but she had a little surprise for him in that regard. That he would have no idea what to do in his new position would give her a ready excuse to punish him. She could tell by the scars that he had taken some punishment already, and the thought excited her. Unlike the slave girls, who broke down crying after just a few lashes, or the delicate men she usually bought, who teared up at the mere thought of being given a "private audience", as she liked to put it, he looked like she could brutalize him all night long.

Having come to a final decision, she gave some clipped commands to the slave trader, who immediately unhooked her new purchase from the pillar and handed her the chain. "If you will allow me the question, my lady...", he asked timidly, "what do you want with a gladiator?" "Gladiator", she laughed, "He will very soon wish I had bought him as a gladiator!"

 

[thekeenreader]

Alaric could barely contain his fury as he was dragged over to the woman. He saw the mocking smiles of the other slaves...men he had beaten in training time and time again. These men would have the chance to fight in the arena abd earn their freedom, why would this woman buy him? As a common slave his hopes were all but eliminated.

Although seething he kept his discilpline...he had seen what his Roman captors did to headstrong, rebellious slaves. The word "vicious" did not adequately describe the torturous deaths meeted out to those who refused to obey or who attempted escape.

He faced the lithe, statuesque woman. She had an imperiousness about her...she was no simple, pampered aristocrat this one.

Summoning up all his physical presence he fixed her in his gaze "If you have bought me to be a housemaid, Roman, you have been badly advised on your purchase....if you require a bodyguard you have spent your money wisely"

 

[KittenOfSteel]

With a vicious smile, she noticed that she had judged him rightly - not afraid to talk out of turn, not at all as shy as the usual slaves she bought here. Of course, he would later have to be punished for his insolence, but she was in too good a mood to let him notice her anger now. Instead, she gave him a short, dispassionate: "I do not need your advice, slave!" and tugged on the chain to signal him to follow. Even though he was even taller than her and musclebound, she knew he would not be dangerous to her here, in the middle of the market. An attack here could get him crucified, and he seemed to know, or at least guess, this.

It was not a long way from the slave trader's shop to her husband's large, but austere-looking home in one of the less costly upper class areas. Afraid of her as ever, the doorman spotted her long before she reached the door and opened the gate with a subservient bow.

 

[thekeenreader]

Their eyes locked...He had intended his glowering boast to intimidate the woman but if he had succeeded she did not show it for a second. Instead she simply turned away and lead him away.

He stayed behind her, his eyes inspected her body as it swayed underneath her fine tunic. She was a real woman with poise and grace...her elegant curves were a feast for his imagination after so long in captivity. He thought taking her and fucking her roughly, perhaps that was why she had purchased him. A brief smile crept across his face as he envisioned his life as her prized stud servicing her lusts night after night.

Soon he was fully erect under the thin lion-clothe, he didn't care he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of in that department. The gods had blessed him with more than most when it came to his manhood. Let the Romans see what a real man posessed.

They arrived at her villa quicker than he'd imagined. It was a dissappointment after the opulent slendour he'd imagined but certainly a dwelling far bigger than any he'd ever been in. He noted the cowering of the slave at the door and presumed he was intimidated by his physicality.

His disappointment at missing his chance in the arena was beginning to wane. He would allow this woman to become infatuated with him and then make her his little Roman bitch. Life would be good

 

[KittenOfSteel]

She led her new slave through the dark and cool entryway to the atrium in the middle of the house. This, too, looked rather austere for a wealthy Roman home, but it was quite elegantly simple, and the large, flat square pool in the middle made the air here quite refreshing. Four statues stood at the four corners of the pool. The rest of the square was filled with fine white gravel, and arcades supported by marble columns ringed the open space. Under the arcades, there were several stone benches, and between the benches, busts of her husband's ancestors.

It was to one of these pillars that she led the barbarian now. Placing him in front of it, she yelled in a commanding voice: "Syrus! Bring me the coals and the iron!"
Syrus was her head slave, and he would know where to find these items. She could not wait to place her brand on this new acquisition. Then, he would be truly hers. "Hold on to the column", she commanded the man on her chain, pulling him closer to it. With her other hand, she started to play with his blond hair, then moved on down to his back, still oily from the slaver's sales tricks. She felt the muscle underneath his skin, and shivered in anticipation.

 

[thekeenreader]

Her hands explored his body and it responded involuntarily. A moan escaped his lips and his cock throbbed upwards. His loinclothe bulged luridly.

His mind, however, was working frantically. ..he knew she meant to have him branded. It held a particular fear for him. He had seen soldiers have their wounds cauterised with red hot brands. The screams and smell haunted him.

He didn't struggle because he knew that would fatal, he stood at the pillar as ordered.

"If you mean to mark me, my Lady, I must tell you there is no need. I am a soldier...I will not desert"

 

[KittenOfSteel]

She was a little disappointed that this big, hulking German was showing fear of the branding iron: "You disappoint me. You spoke out of turn again, and you seem to be a coward, too. Very disappointing." She grabbed his hair and pulled his face towards hers: "The slave brand is required by law, and we do not want to break the law, right?"

She heard the head slave hurry across the gravel carrying a copper pan and the iron. With a silent bow, he put the tools down, then hurried back into the house just as quickly to get a torch. Meanwhile, she was still holding on to her new slave's hair, her voice now icier: "I bought you because I thought you were strong and could take some punishment. Do you want to see what I do to purchases I regret?"

 

[thekeenreader]

Realising he was defeated he tried to compose himself. His eyes fixed on the hot coals and the metal shaft emerging from it. His mouth was dry and his heart was racing. He cursed himself for his weakness, he had never flinched from battle, never retreated but the ear-splitting screams of his wounded comrades filled his ears.

He had to either break out now or face this.

"You will not regret your aquisitiony Lady...I merely meant that you will have no reason to punish"

 

[KittenOfSteel]

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare for some pain, slave!", she laughed as she grabbed the red-hot iron from the coals. Hesitating for just a moment to increase the anticipation, she pressed it against his upper arm. The remaining oil sizzled, a small cloud of steam rose from his skin, and she could smell the burning - not an unpleasant smell, especially for her. She pressed it on hard, to make sure it left a good mark, then placed it back in the bowl. "There. Done. Now was that so painful, you girl?"

 

[thekeenreader]

Alaric was determined that this bitch would not see his weakness. He steeled himself despite the rising panic. His breathing became more laboured as she brought the branding iron towards his arm. She paused, teasing him...seeing if he would flinch. He would not give her the satisfaction, he looked away from the red hot metal and looked into her eyes. She was an adversary like any other, he had to remember that.

He saw an amused contempt in her strong, steel blue eyes as she thrust the brand onto his skin.

A fierce surge of pain coursed through him...it grew in intensity as the metal seared and burnt his skin. He grunted as it built but he fought to remain calm. The pain was just bearable but the sizzling sound and the sickly, sweet smell of his burnt flesh caused a wave of nausea. He kept his gaze fixed on her and the heat ebbed.

He composed himself before speaking "Thank you my Lady...I will wear your mark with pride"

 

[KittenOfSteel]

"Pride", she snorted, "what do you know about pride? You are a slave now. Act accordingly!"

She examined the mark she had left with some satisfaction, then continued: "You have been speaking out of turn. It should be clear to even the dumbest slave that I can not allow that. Take off that cloth and bend over."

As she waited for him to comply - and he had better comply - she pulled a long, flexible cane out of her robes. She always carried this cane with her to deliver some on-the-spot punishment. Or rather, she carried a cane. Normally, she had to replace them once a week.

Valeria was really looking forward to punishing him. Everything about him was tight and muscular - why should his butt be any exception? His oiled arms and legs were athletic and firm, their skin already taking on the brownish tone of those under the southern sun, but still having hints of the lightness so typical of the barbarians. And his hair - it, too, was light, a golden colour, and of a length you did not normally see on Roman men. More of a mane, really. It fit his face, which had impressed her so with its fierce look - although she had to admit that his shameful display of fear had dampened this somewhat. Still, something in her stirred at the thought of seeing him naked.

 

[thekeenreader]

Silently and sullenly he untied the loinclothe and allowed it to slip the the floor and stood naked before her. He tensed his muscles briefly and let her view his toned fighter's body before bending over in front of her.

He presumed he was to be beaten now...he resolved to count the blows and pay her back by fucking her from behind making her beg for more.

She mocked his pride but he was a battle-hardened soldier of Germania...she was a mere aristocrat

 

[KittenOfSteel]

As he dropped his loincloth, her eyes fell on something very big, and very erect. He dared lust after her? His posing before bending over also infuriated her with this display of pride, so unbefitting of a slave. Yet, like the sight of his stiffness, it also caused that stirring again...

Back to business. Taking good aim at his rounded buttocks - even more shapely in his bent-over position - she brought the cane down hard, counting loudly: One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten...eleven...twelve...

 

[thekeenreader]

The force of the initial blow surprised him. She was no weak and willowy lady. She had force and fury within her, he concentrated on not tensing up amd let her blows rain down. He had presumed the beating would be light but the ferocity caught him off guard.

Even so he withstood her assault stoically...he was no stranger to pain. By the time the count got past ten, however, sweat beaded on his brow but he stayed silent amd endured.

 

[KittenOfSteel]

She paused for a short while to inspect her work and shoot him a taunting: "Getting sweaty already?", then she continued the beating: Thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...eighteen...nineteen...twenty...

His buttocks were red and swollen already, but she was not satisfied yet. Too much pride in him. He would require some work to break. Now she was starting to sweat, too...

 

[thekeenreader]

He knew an answer to her mocking would be ill-advised so he merely stay impassive as her blows rained down on his nackside. The pain was beginning to build and build but knew he could bare it.

Eventually he felt her strength begin to ebb...he knew not to look too defiant so he bowed his head in submissiveness to her and allowed her to continue her work.

 

[KittenOfSteel]

After thirty hits, she decided that his spirit was broken enough for now - there was hardly any fresh skin to hit on his red, raw buttocks anyway. Grinning evilly, she commanded: "Now we need to do something about your lust for me. Stand up."

 

[thekeenreader]

The stinging blows ceased at last and he was instructed to stand. His legs felt weak after the repeated tortures but he loomed over her unbowed.

She was flushed and breathless from her exertion and her nipples poked out underneath the material of her tunic. Part of him want to grab her and crush her neck, choke the life from her but an equal part of her wabted to throw her to the floor and take her until she screamed in ecstacy.

As if she could read his mind she mentioned his lusts... his cock, flacid after the pain inflicted on him, began to stir.

He stared at her feet unsure as to what his physical reaction to her presence would earn him

 

[KittenOfSteel]

Still so eager to show his pride... in more ways than one. Even though she could tell by his trembling legs that the pain was much greater than he let on. And, indeed, the moment she stopped the beating, his lust showed itself again in the most obvious way. Such insolence! With her best attempt to be seductive (which was still quite scary by normal standards...), she casually strolled over to the naked slave. "So you think you can use me for your filthy barbarian ways? Is that why you are pointing this little twig of yours at me?"

She grabbed the "twig" and idly started playing with it. It immediately reacted by swelling even harder and rising in her hand, much to her amusement. Holding it, she just stood there for a moment and looked him in the eyes.

 

[thekeenreader]

His breath quickened as she took hold of his cock. Even if she mocked him he knew he was impressive. Perhaps he had been bought to be her stud, not a bad existence. His manhood throbbed and swelled in her soft hand...he tried to keep his eyes locked on her toes but she fixed his eyes with hers. He knew this woman had a cruel streak, he didn't want to experience it again...he kept his gaze passive and free of any challenge to her authority.

She continued her wonderful toying, it had been so long since he'd been with a woman and never with one with as muxh spirit and inner-strength as Valeria. Pretty soon his cock was swollen and purple and tiny whimper of pleasure escaped his lips.

His arm burned with pain, his ass throbbed and glowed from the numerous cane-marks, he could endure that pain but this new delicious torment was a battle he could not win

 

[KittenOfSteel]

The right moment had come - with a sudden movement, her hand shot down to his testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. Still holding on to them, she laughed heartily at the barbarian's misfortune: "You dumb little boy! Did you really think you could DARE to even look at me in that way!"

The entire time she inflicted agony on him, she looked him in the eyes, still grinning, feasting on the expressions of shock and pain her sudden attack had caused. Then, after what must have seemed endless for her poor victim, she let go, took a step back and spat in his face: "Filthy barbarian sow! Off to work with you!"

Satisfied at having taught him a lesson, she called for her head slave to bring some clothes for her new slave and bring him to his quarters.

 

[thekeenreader]

Alaric's breath became ragged as he stifled his groans of pleasure. Just at the point when he thought his orgasm was inevitable she reached down and crushed his balls with a grip that caused him to cry out with agony.

He had endured the physical tortures but this transition from pleasure to misery left him devastated. For an instant he thought he was going to reach out and attack her but he stopped himself. It would mean certain death for him.

She tightened her grip, the amusement on her face drove his fury and shock. Why would she do this?

She finally relented and he actually stumbled. He looked at her with shock, anger, confusion and lust. This woman controlled him totally and utterly, she had spent the afternoon torturing and teasing. Alaric simply didn't understand what was happening to him.

Another slave lead him away, he looked back over his shoulder trying comprehend what had just happened.

She looked utterly triumphant. Majestic.

He was taken down into the back of her property, given a simple grey tunic bearing the same mark that now adorned his arm. He stood because sitting or lying down was too painful.

He brooded.

 

[KittenOfSteel]

Still in a very good mood from having played her little "prank" on her slave, Valeria went away whistling to instruct (read: scream at) her kitchen slaves to prepare lunch. As she walked over to the kitchen, noting to her satisfaction that the people inside were already busy at work, she thought about what to do with her new acquisition: Clearly, he was too valuable to just waste on household work. He even seemed to be wasted as a sexual slave - although she sorely needed one. Not to mention that, after what she had just done, it would probably take him some time before he got an erection in her presence again...

One possibility she had not even thought about occured to her: Recently, she had begun to worship a deity the legions had brought from Asia Minor. The Asians called him Bathras, but the Romans identified him with Jupiter - was there anything they did not identify with Jupiter? In truth, he was quite unlike Jupiter. A fertility god, especially for male fertility. For this reason, he was technically only worshipped by men, and they would have thrown her out of their caves if she had shown up for a ceremony. She felt a special connection to this god, though, ever since she had bought a small statue of him and built a secret shrine she hid in her bedroom. The only problem she had had until now: His favourite sacrifice was... male sperm. Despite her best efforts, she could not please the god with that. Now, though...