Claire bowed her head respectfully to her Roman masters as they passed her and her fellows, standing in long lines in courtyard beneath the warm afternoon sun. Claire, like the other slaves in the line, were all female, and were all stripped naked.
She waited, breathless, as the men before her tried to decide which girls to sell and which to keep. Claire had grown up inside the walls of the Pilatus household, doing a range of chores as a child, and fulfilling quite different, more exerting ones, when she came of age. At a young 19, Claire had been sucking cock for over a year now, and she good enough that she could finish a man in a minute, perhaps less. Her ass would take less time, of course, if she was in the mood to use it right.
“Take… Dana,” one of the men said at long last. The terrified twenty-two year old, a tanned skin girl with large perky breasts, stepped forward with her head bowed. One of the house’s guards walked her away, hand on her shapely ass.
Claire hoped she wasn’t chosen. She had satisfied her masters as well as she could over that last year since she turned 18; she had earned their favour and shared their beds, as well as the beds of just about any guests the house entertained.
“Claire, too,” the man said. Claire was stunned. Her heart beat fast and the world span aroud her as she was marched off inside. She was left in a small room with Dana, the two huddling together, wearing nothing but their leather collars. These collars were more ceremonial than anything, the only practical use being giving men a handhold when they fucked her from behind. The choking wasn’t terrible.
“They could sell us to anyone,” Dana whispered, and Claire began to hear the older girl sob. She held Dana in her arms and whispered soothing things to her.
“Maybe they’ll send us to a handsome master. You know, one with a long cock or a long tongue. Maybe they’ll send us to a woman instead. We might not even have to service a man,” Dana said.
“I don’t care what they look like, it’s more that they can do anything to us. We might get whipped on a whim, or put in stocks for the army garrison.” Dana’s sobs became louder. Claire wanted to tell her that only the bad girls were sent to the stocks, with their assholes filled by the hundreds of soldiers of the garrison, but truth be told she just didn’t know for sure. Who knew what lay in store for them? Their masters were of noble blood and the girls were just slaves. Nobody would miss them.
They huddled in the dark for hours until a guard was sent to fetch them. They expected to be put into a cart and shipped away immediately, and so it was to their great surprise when they were brought into the private bathing rooms.
The master of the household, Pontus Pilatus, and his wife Julianna, held a whole suit of rooms that only a few girls ever saw. Here they now sat, Julianna, a fiery redhead, with her arms outstretched and breasts peaking the rose-scented water, Pontus relaxing on the opposite side. A few slave girls sat around the pool, and Claire recognised them as the master’s favourites.
“Finally. I send you out and…. What? You play with your brothers cocks while mine grows soft?” Pontus growled to the guard escorting the two women.
“My apologies, Master,” the guard said, bowing his head. He had likely come straight for the women without delay, but their Master was a fickle man and prone to insulting his fellows.
“Leave,” Pontus declared, waving a hand.
Once the guard was gone, Julianna sighed. “Do you have to antagonise the help, dearest? One day their swords may save us from a dagger in the back.”
“My spear is the only weapon worth a damn here,” Pontus replied. Julianna laughed and beckoned one of the slave girls over, a small girl with pale skin. She stroked the slave’s naked, wet body.
“So these are the ones we’re selling, are they?” Julianna asked. Her eyes roamed Claire’s body and moved onto Dana’s, and she grabbed the slave’s arm and moved it under the water. Her smile only a moment later told Claire that the slave was a finger’s length into her pussy and stroking hard. “I do appreciate you bringing them here, but if they’re to be off, then let them be off.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Pontus asked. He stood, revealing his dripping wet cock standing stiff at attention. “For all we know they may be loyal girls. Why not ask them what they think of this deal we’re making?”
Claire stepped forward, dropping her gaze. “Master, please don’t sell us! We’ll do anything!”
“Afraid at the whips and chains many of the men of the city use on their slaves?” The man asked wickedly. “They fill the girls so fully and so often that many can’t walk for days afterward, and it pains them to even sit down.”
Julianna laughed loudly, it turning into a moan of pleasure as the water rippled before her.
“Please,” Claire said softly. Dana stepped forward too, and Pontus beckoned them closer.
“Perhaps… if you’re tight enough and entertaining enough I might just keep you,” he purred, grabbing a breast in each hand, one from each of the girls. “Only one of you, though. Which one?” he laughed.
Claire began to reach down but Dana beat her to the punch, shoving her aside and twisting around so her back was facing the standing man. Reaching around, she spread her asscheeks wide and brought her asshole down on his stiff cock. The cock went deep inside her and she let loose a loud moan as she began to bring her ass up, down, up, down. The man grabbed her by the collar and held on for dear life as she rode him like a wild beast.
Claire stepped forward and moved to do something, anything, but Pontus simply waved her away.
“Go sit on the edge of the bath,” he instructed as Dana’s movements became even more frantic. “I’ve got my hands full with this one.”
Claire had no choice but to comply, and sat watching as Julianna shuddered with ecstasy and Pontus filled Dana with his long member. It was only minutes before he came hard inside her, groaning like a wounded dog, and Dana shrieked with fake pleasure.
He paused in his plowing, panting hard, then grabbed her by the hips and began again. He’d probably come in her twice or three times before the end of the day; after generations of using slaves as cum dumpsters, Roman men had developed a stamina that the rest of the world envied.
Claire endured their fun until Pontus sent the girls away, Dana with an ashamed look upon her tanned face. By nightfall Claire was in a prison cart behind thick iron bars, and Dana had been replaced by a freckled woman of twenty-eight; old for a slave girl but presumably far more experienced in the ways of pleasure.
Claire watched the Pilatus household disappear behind her as the cart rumbled down the cobbled street toward her new home. She didn’t know where she would end up but she knew that the odds were that she wouldn’t enjoy it. Read more »