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Laelia Ch. 01

By: digital_bath



Note: This is my first time, so please... be gentle. Just kidding. I encourage any criticism and hopefully a little positive feedback. As for the smuttiness factor, I am cranking it up to an 11 in the second and third chapter, so stay tuned.

Love,

Digibath <3

It was a typical evening for Laelia. After assisting the other slaves with clearing the meal, she was tending to her charge, Master Lucius. He was the old master of the house. In recent years he had become quite infirm, and that was why she was mixing a tincture at the moment.

He was flirting with her, as was his custom. She found it oddly amusing that a man of his age could still be a flirt. Laelia was so used to it, in fact, that she would banter right back with him, while allowing her mind to wander.

"...So I take it you have heard my son will be visiting me shortly, from Rome?"

Her reverie was shattered. "No, Master, I have not heard this. Is Master Julian coming just to visit you, or will he be here to attend to the villa's business?"

"As you know, my son is not the sentimental type, and it is very difficult for him to leave the Senate. I imagine he is here to make sure the estate is in order before my death."

"Oh no, Master, I am sure that he misses you and wishes for a break from Rome." He merely smiled at her; the girl was being kind by speaking these words.

Laelia was shocked by his calm manner, while speaking about his eventual death. She was sure, however, that Master Lucius was correct. Based on her medical knowledge, passed onto her from her adoptive father, she knew this.

The last time Master Julian had visited, she had been eighteen years old, and now she was twenty. She recalled her age because it had been on her birthday that she had nervously dropped a clean plate. Master Julian must have been furious; she received a lashing in the courtyard and had not been able to hide her tears. She was grateful that no permanent marks had been left on her pale Gallic flesh.

However, she had not dropped a plate since then! Laelia furrowed her brow. She hoped she could keep her wits about her this time around.

"Whatever his motivation is, my dear, he will be here within a fortnight. The other slaves have been told after their meal, and they will be preparing for his arrival shortly. However, we have a lot of time before his arrival. Right now, I am far more interested in your games of dice." He grinned at her, his toothless enthusiasm showing.

Laelia went on to defeat him once, and lose as convincingly as possible two times after. After he had gone to bed, she quietly went to her shared cubicula. Her roommates were already asleep, afforded earlier hours than she.

She didn't know why she was so flustered. Her hands shook slightly as she unpinned the braid coiled at the top of her head. A long wavy curtain of dark red was quickly re-braided, and left to hang straight. Laelia removed her outer long tunic, leaving her inner tunic, both of plain grey heathered wool. She removed her homemade lip tint with a bit of oil. I should not be affected by Master Julian returning. Of course he wishes to put his affairs in order. I will most likely not be sold after Master Lucius passes.

But from the look in Master Julian's eyes from his last visit, she was sorely afraid. No matter what her analytical mind told her; He seemed to always be looking at her, judging her worth. She was terrified constantly that she was performing her tasks incorrectly. She watched everything she said to Master Lucius and the other slaves around Master Julian.

What if I am sold? I do not mind my work here, but anywhere else... I could end up serving an unkind familia. I could end up dressing a very cruel woman's hair. As she thought of all the possibilities, she could not allow herself to think of the worst one; being sold to a disgusting man or woman who would use her body for sex, or even being sold to a brothel. She knew a nearby slave had refused a new Mistresses sexual advance. The young man was sold as a male prostitute, had contracted a horrible disease and died. Laelia knew that the possibilities were slim that she would ever deal with such a terrible situation. Nevertheless, the thought of change unnerved her.

She woke up in the middle of the night, and felt a slight unfurling, deep with her stomach. How strange. I have never felt anything like this. The feeling seemed to stem from her heart, and go straight down to her female organs. Her adoptive mother had passed away a few years prior. Perhaps she could have enlightened me. Laelia resisted the urge to "soothe" her inflamed female organs, afraid that one of the other three women in her cubicula would awaken. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep again.

The day had finally come. Laelia's panic from the first day had seemingly infected the entire country villa. Tables that Master Lucius had been too infirm to see where furiously scrubbed, drapes were taken down and beaten. At last, Master's Julian's body slave threw back the door, and they all stood in a line to greet him.

She had not been sure if her normal tunic would be appropriate. Most girls her age were "married" as slaves and wore long gowns, not long tunics. Laelia had begged one of the other girls to lend her something suitable, not sure why it suddenly mattered to her. And now she felt uncomfortable, the tighter and longer garment showing her figure off in a way she was not used to.

It had not been her imagination. His stormy grey eyes settled on her. Ye gods- I must be a terrible slave. I hate to be noticed- to be singled out. She tried to straighten her body even more, but found it impossible. Laelia wished that her body would become liquid; she could sink right into the hard floors. Luckily, he ignored the slaves. They collectively breathed a sigh of relief when he shut the villa's office's door. "Thank the gods!" muttered a guileless young boy, and brought a smile to her lips. "Oh Aidin- what would you know of the Gods?" she breathed, drawing laughter from the rest of the congregation. They went off to work.

Julian muttered to his male body slave, Eryx, "Have my father's nurse- the redhead- bring me some wine, in here. Don't tell her until she has put my father to bed. I will need to see where I will transfer her after my father passes." Eryx nodded, needing no further explanation. When they had both entered the room, the pale Gaul stood out, in a sea of darker slaves.

Despite the attention foisted upon her earlier, Laelia was in good spirits while she cared for and entertained Master Lucius. That strange feeling had come again, and even though it was odd to walk around with it inside of her stomach and chest, she had no issues performing her tasks. Master Lucius won three times at dice, and she won two, before he finally retired. She was worn out from the labor of the day, and tried to walk down the darkened hallway to go to sleep before she was caught by the wrist. She recognized the well-dressed slave who had followed Master Julian before.

"Master Julian needs you to bring him some wine. " He hoped that she would read between the lines, and not ask him any silly questions. In this light, the girl looked even younger than she had before. Eryx had no doubts of his Master's intentions, though he found it odd. His Master never bothered the slave girls, he mostly used whores.

Oh dear gods, he is going to tell me I am to be sold. Laelia felt her legs buckle beneath her, and her heart seemed to be trying to escape from her chest cavity. "I will go straight there. Sorry for his wait, Master Lucius could not fall asleep tonight." Grabbing a pitcher from the kitchen, she decided to fix her hair as best she could in a shard of mirrored glass she had found long ago. It would not do to look untidy, even if she was about to receive the worst news of her life. Laelia found her hands were shaking again, almost too much to work. So she ended up merely tucking the loose strands back into her braid, and putting on a new coat of balm. "This will have to do," she murmured.

Almost silently, she entered his office. Her chest felt too tight. She stood and tried not to tremble visibly.

"Ah, you are finally here. Good to see that my father is still as demanding, even in his poor health." He looked down at her chest, where she clutched the pitcher. Her breasts and her hands were trembling slightly. "Good to see that you can now hold a breakable item for more than a moment, as well. You may find it hard to believe that I did not call you in here to test you on that, or for wine, for that matter."

Laelia had her eyes cast downward out of deference and fear, and she did not see his lingering eye on her breasts. She was bracing herself for the terrible news, when she heard a key in the lock behind her. Why would he lock the door....unless he thinks I will try to get out? Is the news that terrible? Am I going to be beaten again for something I have done wrong? Her eyes shot up when she felt his breath on her neck. He did not touch her, but he whispered in her tiny ear;

"Why are you so fearful, girl? Every time I look at you, you start to shake."

The feeling in her stomach was rising; the fluttering went from her cunni to her throat. She swallowed hard and whispered, stuttering.... "Master, I am not afraid. I'm sorry- I must simply be tired."

"Was it that beating I gave you?" He was moving around to her front now, and as he walked, he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I must say, it made quite the impression on me as well." He gently stroked a single finger down the side of her alabaster neck. She had to force herself to breathe again. He sat back down and looked at her, expecting a clear answer.

"Master- I do understand that you had to discipline me. I dropped the dish, and you cannot allow clumsy behavior to go unpunished." She looked into his stormy grey eyes, and then shyly looked down at the ground again. Her cheeks were turning red as her hair. "After all, if every slave dropped a plate, you would soon have no dishes at all." She bravely peeped through her long lashes at him, and immediately regretted her loss of composure. He was glaring at her as if she was doing something awful.

He thought about how lovely it had been. He had insisted on doing the beating himself, inside, for the poor thing's "modesty." His body slave hadn't thought anything of it; the girl would have been surrounded by interested observers has she been outside. But nevertheless, he had told his body slave to keep it as a secret, or suffer the same as her. No need for his increasingly pregnant wife to hear about this. Of course, at the time he had not known that she would die in the birth.

Julian led her into an empty stable, to an unused beam. Facing away from him, and with as much modesty as possible in the current situation, Laelia removed her outer tunic. She did not want to ruin one of her few dresses. The inner tunic frustrated him, concealing more than he would have liked. He could see an outline of where her legs stopped. While he was distracted, she had held out her pretty white wrists to him, reaching behind her.

"Please, Master, I'll be so careful not to do it in the future... please. I beg you to show some mercy."

His cock twitched at her pleading, while he focused on the outline of her slender legs in the garment. He tied up her wrists to the beam. Julian thought of pushing her onto her knees and fucking her pretty mouth... a nice supplication. But he knew it would lead to her being used against the barn wall. Julian did not want to debase himself with a slave, when he had an equally pretty, if slightly shrill, young wife, back at home. It would be an unspoken disappointment in his wife's eyes, if word broke out that he was fucking the slaves. No need to deal with her jealousy when he got home.

"Don't question my judgment, slave." Julian licked suddenly dry lips. "And I wouldn't want the others to hear your pleading..." Or crying, or anything else, for that matter. A piece of cloth in hand, he tied it round her charming mouth as a gag. Stepping back, he contemplated the task at hand. Julian had only done this a few times before, and every time, the slave had been male and much larger than her. Of course, he hadn't had to worry about anything between his legs rising then.

He selected the smallest whip from the wall, not necessarily a boon to her, as the lick of it was almost as sharp as one of his larger ones. He hesitated for a moment. Then, committing fully, he started to lay into her ass with as light of a hand as he could muster. Only fifteen... keep it to fifteen... that's what you told her when she broke the plate. She screamed muffled into the gag as each stroke landed. It excited him more than he cared to admit. His last stroke was somewhat less... controlled, cutting through the fabric of her woolen undergarment fully. Her alabaster skin now had a few welts, and all other marks were scratches. Oh, that skin.

"Stay here." As if she could do anything else, he smiled to himself. He adjusted his cock so that he could discreetly enter the house. He brought back a tube of salve and a wet rag. "This may hurt a bit." He pushed up her skirt, over her ass. While he had fully expected a scream, she did not make a sound. Julian found himself mesmerized by the slave's perfectly smooth ass. Well, perfectly smooth but for his welts.

If you tore the rest of her dress off, no one would know, or care. You could put some of the salve on and stuff her tight asshole with your prick... And it would feel so good, holding her white shoulders back, those bound arms helpless. Rocking her back and forth slowly on your lap, feeling your cock sliding in and out of that hot, taut hole. Using her pretty little body until you come, and then leaving her on the stable floor, dripping with your fluids.

He found himself hardening again, oddly enough.

She did whimper a bit when he stroked the rag across her fresh welts, and then started to rub the salve in. "I couldn't have you get an infection, as I am sure you know more than I. This villa is shorthanded as it is." He smiled, but she either didn't understand or didn't acknowledge. Typical stupid slave. He could still feel his cock pulsating, and her perfect ass was bare, her face turned away as she faced the wall. Not one to miss a chance, he removed her gag and dipped it in the salve. "I have to let you sit here for a moment. It will let the cream absorb better into your skin, rather than rub off on your... garment." He started to gently stroke his thick shaft with the gag. Thinking about using her for the last half hour, hardening constantly, had been too much to bear. He came all over the cloth within a few minutes. Trying to breathe normally... He led her back into the house.

He told her never to do it again.

And now he found himself, much the same way. Struggling to breathe normally, but outwardly, physically he knew he appeared perfectly normal. Luckily, his senate experience had taught him to bluff his true thoughts. He had asked her a question about his father's health and medicine, just to keep her standing there during his daze.

"Well, sir. He is very lively but as you know, liver illness does not improve; it simply can be discouraged from getting better. I can see in his skin, it still has the yellow tinge. But we have removed all the wine from his diet- while he never drank more than a typical amount, my father always told me that is beneficial for those with this condition of the weak liver. But due to his age and the length of time he has had the disease... I fear for the worst soon." She noticed him nodding with concern; however, she hadn't given him any new information. They were simply trying to keep him alive at this point.

"As you know girl, he really doesn't have much longer. I brought you in here to mention your future to you. I don't plan on selling you. And you are far too talented to work in the fields. You will be working in my villa in Rome, as a scribe and an occasion physician for my slaves and I."

She saw him still glancing at her, from the corner of her downcast eyes, so she swallowed hard.

He really was enjoying the long dress on her. It made her look like a just married girl. He could also see a lot more of her breasts than before. He felt his control start to slip, looking at her. Julian needed to keep himself in check. As tantalizing as the thought of pushing her against the wall and forcing himself inside was, he didn't want to harm her. And he was in a dark place tonight.

"You can go. Please put the torches in the hall out, when you do."

She nodded and turned away, only to hear his voice again.

"One more thing, slave. You should wear that style of dress more often, it suits you."

Laelia turned around in surprise, making eye contact despite herself. Was it her imagination, or had he flicked his eyes up and down her body when she looked at him again?

Laelia Ch. 02



Note: Hope the delay between stories wasn't too terrible; I have been working longer weeks and haven't had time to really release anything. Wink wink nudge nudge. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thank you for your helpful comments on my last submission. I've tried my darnest to apply them here! <3 digibath

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Laelia got in bed that night, noting that she was the only one. Her cubicula mates had all snuck out to be with their paramours. I suppose I am the only one that is unloved. Then again...who could ever love me?

At least now she suspected someone lusted after her. Someone she would have never supposed had the capacity to lust. A man more prone to writing long scrolls, a man more prone to giving orders without blinking. Master Julian.

Perhaps she was mistaken. She was always disturbing him, no matter how quiet she made her footfall. He was always looking at her with a furrowed, angry brow. There was something about that look that made her so fearful. But in a strange way. She knew the unfurling arousal in her belly was somehow related. She imagined instead it was just a physical reaction to his aquiline beauty. Something about his large hands had attracted her since she was a teenager. His sneering humor, his glossy dark hair. His muscular calves. His grey eyes.

And oh, those hands.

Men aren't very particular. I may not look like the other girls, but perhaps he like that. Perhaps because I look so unusual, he imagines fucking me. Men are so strange.

She was on a complete flight of fancy, now that she had seen the look in his eyes. She wouldn't have liked it if he had forced himself on her in that room, as most men would have done with a slave girl they wanted. But if he had kissed her lips, and then started to unwrap her dress, she could not have imagined having enough fortitude to prevent him from taking what he wanted. She was so shy, so quiet; she wouldn't know how to stop him. She had never been in an unguarded situation, one where she would have to say no.

It was still an exquisite thought, so lovely her pussy started to moisten. Laelia's eyelids closed as she stroked her soft folds, working herself into frenzy on her small fingers. She was soaking wet, and so close. She started to play with her pearl back and forth, knowing where it would bring her. She couldn't help but release a quiet moan.

Julian couldn't sleep, so he was pacing the halls. Sleep was not something he had ever found easily. Much less so now that he was 39. He was thinking about everything going on in the Senate while he was away. Fear that his nemesis would gain a new foothold in his absence. He knew that he had to finish his proposal for wine taxation soon, and pass it on for the Emperor's blessing.

It was a bit too late for anyone to be awake. And so he was surprised to hear a low female groan come from the door he has just passed. It sounded like the slave girl he had just been speaking to. The gorgeous thing with the red hair.

Julian couldn't help peering through a crack in the door. With the candle in his hand, he could see her shifting under the blankets. His cock was starting to get hard, watching her and realizing that she was touching herself in a sexual manner.

He hadn't wanted to do it. He was above this.

He opened the door.

Laelia heard the door creak open. He was standing there with a candle in his hand. She felt her face turn bright red, and her ears started buzzing with nerves and fear. Oh gods, he must have seen what I was doing. He put the candle on her trunk.

She stood up quickly and bowed. "Master- I am sorry if I have disturbed you."

"Take off your garment."

Her childhood stutter came back to haunt her. "Mas...Master?"

"No one asked for you to speak, girl. Do as you are told."

She really, really, did not want to. Shaking hard, her teeth almost chattering, she started to peel off her tunic very slowly. She pushed it off of the bed.

Clothes did her no justice. Those breasts were the perfect medium size, topped with lovely pink nipples. She had a very feminine, slightly curved stomach. She had her legs crossed so tight, that he could barely see the slightest wisp of pubic hair.

He took a seat on the edge of her cot and started to rub her soft, creamy tits. She let out a little shriek of surprise upon contact, so he clasped his other hand over her mouth.

"No screaming... yet. Now, I can't help but wonder what you were thinking about. Tell me."

He took his hand off of her mouth, and she used the opportunity to try to slip off of the bed. Not sure what her next move would be, just trying to get out into the hallway and run.

"Wrong answer, slave."

He would have dragged her back to her own bed, but he had a better idea. He grabbed the tunic she had dropped off the side of the bed and used it to tie her arms back. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Laelia's skinny, short build was no match for Julian's height and breadth. He was sure the floor hurt her back, but he didn't care at the moment. He kneeled down over her.

"You seem to forget one crucial detail. You are my slave, I am your master." His hand crept up her thigh. She shuddered with fear. "I can do whatever I want with you. Including selling you to some not as pleasant places. Where I'm sure you would regret any misbehavior here. "He spread her legs, almost as an end of his statement. An eventuality.

And she was perfect, warm, coral colored, wet from her play. Inviting. He unconsciously licked his lips. She flinched.

He continued his hand's slow progress up her thigh.

"Now, tell me what you were thinking about. And don't lie... or I'll know."

Her mind raced, trying to give him any answer but the truth. The stable worker, no, he will know that's a lie. His body servant? The cook? Perhaps if she could tell him she was sleeping with someone else, he would no longer be interested in something spoilt. At least the body servant was attractive enough that she could imagine some sort of scenario being possible with him. Distasteful as it was.

"I was thinking about ... your body servant... Eryx."

His eyebrow rose. He knew she was lying, but how far would she take the lie?

"That's interesting, considering that you haven't seen him that often. What were you visualizing?"

"I remembered when he took my virginity. I was excited to see him later tonight."

He smiled at her, as she often imagined the wolves do. "That's very vague. Be more descriptive." Oh gods, it's not working. Why isn't it working? His hand was driving her crazy now, sitting on the ticklish spot between her leg and her crotch. "What did he do to you? Or what did you do to him?"

"I...I...." She stuttered.

He smiled evilly at her. "I find it very unusual that you slept with a hermaphrodite as well. I do not judge. But it is a non-sequitur, as I had previously inquired about his tastes and they are not in line with your story."

Julian dragged her up by her feet, by her bound arms, and down the hall. She was so dazed that she hardly recognized that she was entering the previously unoccupied bedroom in the hall. Eryx was standing in the room, stunned to see a nude girl dragged in.

"Eryx... this slave claims you took her virginity. Can you verify?"

Eryx stammered. "No, my lord. I have never slept with a woman."

Julian snorted. "That's what I thought. You may go to your quarters for the remainder of the evening. Extinguish the candle in her room before you do."

Eryx was experienced and smart enough to make his way quickly out of the room. He shot her a sympathetic look, out of Julian's line of vision, before he closed the door.

Julian then thrust her towards the bed, letting her fall, face forward, onto it. He started to disrobe.

"It seems I have not only a disobedient slave on my hands, but a lying one as well. I wonder how I will punish you." He took a piece of cloth and tied it around her mouth. Then he whispered in her ear. "Too bad you're a little liar, I find you very attractive. Maybe I will shove my cock up your pretty ass as your punishment. If you are lucky."

He started to flog her with her own hairbrush, all across her ass. She cried into the gag at each contact, and every murmur made him harder. He had never been angry at her for lying; in fact, he knew exactly why she had lied. He was angry at her for being beautiful, sweet, and irresistible to him, for making him lose control like this. So he hit her hard. When he was done, he could see that she had angry welts on her ass. He untied the gag. "Now. Tell me."

Laelia whispered, broken. "I was thinking about you. I wish I had not. The gods must have heard my thoughts."

She felt his cock rub along her ass crack. He was fully erect. The thought of her, touching herself thinking of him, was luscious. "What was I doing to you?"

"You... you... were undressing me, and touching me, and kissing me." She was turning bright red, he could tell even in the candle's limited light.

He chucked his tongue once. "Still too vague."

She blurted out "You pushed your cock into my mouth, and made me suck it." After that, for some reason, he put the gag back on.

He moved her long hair and started kissing her beautiful white neck. She started to melt. She was shivering with lust and a little fear, still defenseless, unable to move her hands.

"I was having the same thought myself," he whispered.

Julian played with her nipple very gently, cradling her breasts in his hands. She was getting wet despite herself. Suddenly, she felt a hand over her cunt, and it wasn't hers. His finger was inside of her before she could even thrash once. He slipped in easily.

"My, my, aren't we wet. But we seem to be... a virgin.... of all things for a pretty girl in her twenties. I'll have your little flower, don't worry. But not tonight." He fingered her very gently, but his fingers were thick and big inside of her small body. The sensation was too much for her already, and it multiplied tenfold when he started to squeeze her little clit tenderly. She screamed into the gag as she came. It was the most powerful orgasm she had in her life. She had always been afraid to touch herself that intensely, but he had no compunctions about finger fucking her.

"Now, let's make your dream come true." He untied her gag. "Don't speak. Have you ever done this before?"

She shook her head, silently. Scared to death still of disobeying his orders. He smiled at her.

"There's a first time for everything. With you, more so. Cover your teeth with your gums. If I feel a tooth, intentional or not, you will be beaten beyond recognition." Which he had no intention of doing, but had chosen because it sounded menacing and he didn't want her to bite.

She followed his orders exactly. Full of fresh fear. Now that his cock was at eye level.... She noticed that while its length was only a little above average (using the few nude patients she had seen as a reference) his girth was very thick. She had no idea how she would take it in her mouth. And something about staring at it was making her excited again.

"You seem to be enjoying this," he sneered. "Open your mouth."

She was expecting to have total control, but to her surprise, he thrust to the back of her throat, holding the back of her head. Laelia gagged massively, tears streaking down her face, as he throat fucked her. She had never had to contend with her large gag reflex. Laelia just tried to hold back the urge to vomit, more out of self-preservation than any sense of shame.

He was thoroughly enjoying the use of her warm, beautiful mouth and throat. She looked so pale and innocent against him, and he wanted to corrupt her. After watching her finger fucking and subsequent orgasm, he knew he couldn't last long. His last thought was of her pretty pink cunt, as his orgasm creamed all down the back of her throat.

"Swallow."

She complied, it was the easiest request he had so far tonight. He watched her little pink tongue clean him of his fluids. You seem to be a natural. Maybe next time I'll let you suck.

Master Julian untied her arms, which felt like they were going to fall off.

He coldly said, "You can return to your quarters now, girl."

After she had closed the door, he found he could not force her out of his mind. Julian had just thought she would be a device to get him off, and he would use her as such. But the little thing was just so pretty and innocent. He wanted to use her again already. Maybe he could slip into her room and fuck her. Waking suddenly, realizing she was impaled on his cock, her beautiful green eyes pleading with him to stop.

No. He wanted to seduce her. So she'd associate their fucking with orgasm and become his... personal whore? He liked that idea. It might even cure his insomnia. He found himself falling asleep from the force of his prior orgasm. For once, he would have a while before the dawn begun.



Laelia Ch. 03



Dear Readers- I am so sorry for the delay. I've been working 60-65 hour weeks, looking for a new job because of it, and have had terrible writer's block. (This chapter was re-written 3 times!) I hope you forgive and enjoy.

Love, Digibath <3

She was a child of ten again. She was in Rome, where she had been born, to poor Gallic slaves. When they died, she would be sold to the house where she now served.

Her adoptive father, Hector, was teaching her. He was a stooped old man, many of the other slaves made fun of him. But she adored him; he was so kind and intelligent.

They were looking at a bloated heart, and her adoptive father was explaining how it had eventually killed the cow that had previously housed it. She pulled it apart with the implements, and examined the muscle in detail. She could hear Master Lucius speaking to his son.

"Oddly enough, he thought the orphan Gaul girl would make the best new physician for our house."

The younger master spoke.

"Why did you let him choose a girl, father? I am sure there were plenty of boys who could have done the job."

She heard Lucius chuckle. "None who were smart as her. He told me she has the mind of a man. Now let's leave them so she can finish her studies."

For some reason, she made a huge blunder. She peered out of the corner of her eyes at Master Julian.

Hector grabbed her arm, while Master Lucius shut the door. But she knew Master Julian had seen. And her face started to flush.

Hector softly spoke. "Why in Orcus did you look in his eyes, child?"

"I... I... I don't know. I just...." She trailed off.

"I cannot stress to you how important it is, that you never show them what you are thinking. Hide your feelings; it will never serve you well to let them see. And never look them in the eyes. It's disrespectful, as well as giving away how you feel. Now, back to the heart...."

She wanted to cry, she was so embarrassed. Laelia tried her best to make Hector proud.

Seven years later, he would expire. Her adoptive mother would follow shortly after. She would be all alone again, except for Aidin, the younger slave who tended the gardens. He was her "brother," and her best friend.

She woke from her dream out of her natural rhythm. It was her duty to be awake before Master Lucius, in case he needed anything.

It came back to her as quickly as a nightmare, skin and sex smells she had never experienced before. She had always been interested in the idea, but she had never found a suitable specimen. So she hadn't had the opportunity to choose for herself. I'm so weak. No wonder this happened to me.

And he had been so cruel to her. He had used her, against her will, for his own needs and then dismissed her coldly. She didn't care that he had given her pleasure as well. She should write a curse tablet.

Laelia finally sighed and rolled out of bed. It would have been nice if he had, at the very least, not beaten her ass with that hairbrush. It smarted. She looked at her face in the mirror and it was puffed from all the near silent crying she had done upon returning to her cubicula.

Master Lucius was already up when she arrived. Drat.

"How is my favorite beauty this morning?" It hurt her even to look at him. He looked so very like his son, who had caused her so much harm.

She faked her best smile. "I am very well, thank you my Master. Have you taken the tincture I left you for overnight use?"

Master Lucius didn't acknowledge her speaking, he wobbled over closer. "What were you doing last night, my dear? You look a bit tired. I've never seen you look tired in the morning."

Her childhood stutter was back upon her. "Mast... Master, I could not sleep. I was excited for ... our walk in the gardens. Aidin was up late last night working on them."

"Oh, my dear, you are a horrible liar." He chuckled.

She thought, Master, you have no idea. Your son agrees as well.

Laelia saw the opened jar of medicine on his dresser, and her chance to change the subject with it.

"Master, you need to finish this. If you don't- you will have that painful swelling of the organs and feet."

"You can tell me, girl. Who is he?"

"He?" she asked, faking befuddlement.

"Oh come on, the reason you were up late last night. You were enjoying a walk in the gardens with someone else!" He smiled, and she could see in his eyes he wanted to believe it was true. Master Lucius had always been concerned that she had not chosen another slave to "marry" yet. She was his favorite slave by far, and he wanted to see her settled before he died. Perhaps with a child.

"Well, he's quite like you." Laelia said. She held her lips tight.

"I already like him!"

"I had a feeling you would."

After she had dispensed the tincture, she excused herself to prepare his breakfast. It was something she insisted on doing herself. If he was to be her charge, then she knew that she should control his diet. Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food. She couldn't remember who it was attributed to, but Hector had always quoted it. Laelia spun around with a tray and Eryx was right behind her.

"Good tidings, Laelia."

"Good morning to you as well, dear Eryx. " She stared down at the floor. Gods, he can't be bringing good news.

"Master Julian requests your presence in the after dusk tonight, in his office. He will have Aidin take over your... dice playing duties with Master Lucius."

"He ... "requests" it? My "presence?" I'm his slave, as he likes to remind me."

"Well, the words he used are immaterial for my purposes. I believe he said 'I don't care if she has to be dragged out by her ears. Get the boy to fulfill her duties for the remainder of the evening.' If you want an honest quote, Laelia."

Laelia did find herself smiling, more out of a sense of the ridiculous, than actual humor. "I believe you now." Then she sighed. "I suppose I need to do it."

Eryx nodded solemnly at her. They both knew that there was no option for her. She could run away, something she had considered last night. Unfortunately, out here there was a good chance of being mauled by wild animals or taken by slave traders. Especially if you were alone. She was only partially willing to take the chance.

It was odd having someone else know that she was humiliated last night. And Eryx's face had seemed sympathetic as he closed the door. Strange altogether.

His tone changed completely, and he whispered. "I don't know exactly what happened after I left the room. Laelia, I know that... you have had something traumatic happen to you. I need you to promise me something."

"I might, depends on what it is."

"Please don't tell anyone what he told you... about me, last night. The fact that I am a hermaphrodite, and that I ... don't favor women."

"Of course not. And I'm sorry as well. I had no idea he was going to question whoever I implicated as my fictional 'first.' I need you to answer a question for me, however."

"Yes."

"Do you think I could tell you I had my monthlies, and he would leave me alone?"

Eryx chuckled. "To be quite honest with you, I think he would .... Check. He hates lying, if you can't tell already."

Laelia sighed. What a shame. Once she saw Aidin, she was going to have to switch with him and then run down the hall and hide. She wasn't going to walk into the lion's den. She wasn't stupid. Gods, if she could find somewhere to hide every evening, she might be able to keep her honor intact for the remainder of his visit. He would either be too proud to look for her, or find another, more attractive girl. Powerful men don't hunt down slave girls. Well, I hope.

She saw Aidin. "Aidin- please- I need you to finish my duties for the evening."

He raised an eyebrow. "I heard. Why would Eryx need you to help Master Julian? Is he sick?"

She gave him a stern look. He was so innocent at 14 and didn't understand. Or he didn't want to consider the possibility. "I'm not going to help Master Julian. Just- please. Play dice with Master Lucius; give him the fresh medicine I've mixed- 1 dropper in his water. "He nodded. She knew he was very smart; it would be easy for him.

Aidin asked, "Then where are you going?"

"I'm going to hide."

His mouth hung open. His "sister" was one of the most uptight, proper slaves he had met. She always chided him to do his duty. Why wasn't she...no. No no no. He looked at her very intensely, his bright blue eyes shining.

"Sister- please be careful."

She nodded and walked away soundlessly. She would have to pass his office to get to the door.

Julian couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had last night, but he didn't want to call her in yet. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the hall. I just need something to fuck. That's all she is.

He got his wish, as he looked up from his scrolls and the tip of a red braid slipped past the door. She was trying to avoid him. Sneaking around, so unlike the good slave she usually was. Exciting that he had an effect on her.

Rising to his feet quickly, he could feel his pulse going. Strange, this feeling. He slipped into the hall and grabbed the girl by her fragile wrist. She was light, and it was easy to drag her into the office and close the door. She watched him lock the door and it was as if she was walking in a dream. Or, a nightmare.

She tried to be assertive. "Master... I have my duties to attend to." Then she lied through her teeth. "I will be back later tonight, when you requested me. Please let me go."

He shook his head. "I have another task for you." Julian could feel her wrist trembling in his grasp. Something about it excited him.

Despite this she stood and defiantly looked him in the eyes. He could see fear, insecurity, but underneath it, strength. She said, softly, "Master Julian, your father has as much of a say in my duties as you do. With all due respect. I need to go." She tried to tug her wrist out of his grasp.

He was surprised by her uncharacteristic boldness. Julian whispered in her ear. "Do you like to be punished, girl? You seem to do things that ... cause me to question if you have a strange affinity for it." He twisted her wrist very slightly, watching her cringe.

Laelia bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. It didn't hurt that badly, it just shocked her. His question confused her. "Why... why would anyone... want to be punished? Master?" She murmured quietly. He was still mesmerized by her lip bite, had to stop himself from nipping her full lip as well.

He put his face near her neck, so close she could feel his breath. "Your constant defiance and struggling alleviates your guilt."

She whispered. "I'm not guilty. I have no reason to be." She could feel the butterflies in her stomach. Gods, what did he think she had done? Stolen something?

She could hear the smirk in his voice. "You feel guilt because your delicious little pussy got so wet last night. When I punished you for lying and disobedience. Because of the punishment, you give me more lies and disobedience in the form of sneaking around. It's a clear message to me, girl. You like it."

He traced his other hand up her ribcage, and into the fold of her dress. She felt his calloused hand on her breast, squeezing. "I like your little show of a struggle." She was thrashing about so he could barely keep his hold on her. He hardened his grip on her hips, and tugged at her dress until she was exposed to the waist. "I would fuck you either way. It doesn't particularly interest me if you want it. But I did enjoy the little game we played last night. More than I expected. Maybe as much as you."

Something in her snapped. She glared up at him. "I must interest you in some way, or why would you single me out for this torture? A little game, as you call it?!" She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Laelia put her free hand up to her mouth in horror.

He gripped her slender wrist a little harder. Oh, that hurts her. He saw her wince. "You call this torture. I've had men put on the cross." He smiled at her. "And you seem to forget your place, slave. Remember to call me Master." It was one of his fantasies, but of course, she didn't have to know that. She'd still be calling him Master with his cock inside of her. The thought made his already semi hard dick twitch.

She swallowed hard to get rid of the hot tears that seemed desperate to pool down her face. Even a priestess of Venus would have told her that Master Julian was correct. It was her place in the world to be subjugated. It was his place in the world to subjugate. It was the way of things.

He freed her wrist. The start of circulation pained Laelia, but she barely could feel it over her heart pounding and the tear running down her cheek. Julian sat in his ornate wooden chair. She visibly showed her displeasure as he motioned for her to sit.

"Master, please. I'll do anything... anything else you want," she said softly.

"What I want is for you to come here."

He saw her silent sigh, held in the air like a promise. Laelia tried to sit on his lap as gracefully as possible, but she was fully aware of his arousal once she did. Master Julian tilted her pretty chin towards him, forcing her to look back into his eyes. Her heart was beating so fast.

After a moment, he spoke. "Tell me your name, girl."

He doesn't know! After last night? "My name is Laelia."

"Laelia. Pretty and barbaric, just like you. Drink as much as you can." He held up his goblet. She shook her head, loose red curls coming a bit undone. "You'll regret if you don't," Julian sneered. Well, I suppose he does have a point. I don't want to remember this at all. He held her fast and she did finally drink, forcing down as much of the bitter liquid as she could stand. If the wine had been watered, she could hardly tell. By the gods, she hoped it also had some sort of poppy in it. She wanted to forget. "You need to relax." And then my plan can fall neatly into place. She started to feel tipsy almost immediately.

Julian pulled her braid out with ease. He raked his fingers through her silky curls of red hair. He was rock hard, and he could feel his iron control starting to slide. So beautiful and pure, so innocent. He had to have her. There was no reason to pace himself; he could have her anytime he wanted. He wanted her now.

Laelia could feel his breath against her neck, and when his lips started to kiss there, it felt so good, and the unwatered wine had made her heady. She instinctively rubbed against him, one time. Why are you so stupid, you silly girl, she thought to herself. How could this possibly be exciting?

He pulled the rest of her dress down, a puddle of fabric. Laelia jumped up in shock. "I didn't tell you to stop doing that," he said huskily, pushing her so she was back on his lap, facing him. The good slave never makes eye contact. His mouth was all over her neck, leaving little bites as he went. His hands were all over her thighs, so close to her cunt but never touching her directly. Making her squirm, some unknown feeling related to the butterflies in her stomach. He felt her buck against him, again. But it wasn't his toga Laelia made contact with, at some point he had removed his cock from the folds. She felt like wet silk against his cock. It took all his control not to hold her pretty shoulders down and thrust deep inside. Julian had promised himself that he would save that for later. He put his hands on her pussy instead, stroking her creamy folds. Julian watched her beautiful mouth open in near ecstasy as he played with her. It made him feel... selfish. And so hard it was painful.

He took some oil and poured it into the palm of his hand. He started to openly stroke his cock in front of her. She was shocked... and then strangely aroused, at his lewd display. "I want you to do this to me, Laelia. " She tried her best, but her unsure caresses only fueled his desire more. He watched her little hands stroke him gently and slowly, and that was where his self-control snapped completely. What a little tease.

"Very good, but not good enough," he breathed. "Get up. Now." She did as she was told.

"I want you to put your hands on the desk and stand perfectly still." Even through the effect of the drink, his tone made her nervous. "Master, no, please." she begged. But she did as he asked.

Julian stared at her sleek cream colored body. He hadn't seen her in this light yet, while the day was just fading. With his cold, calculating eyes, he could see she was more stunning than any whore he'd had, even more beautiful than his dead wife. Now he was going to have her. He groped her soft ass with both hands. She was mortified and strangely aroused. He watched her white knuckle the desk, putting her weight on her toes and hands. Laelia could hear him stroking his cock, the oily noise was unmistakable.

Laelia felt him stand up next to her. He put a hand around her mouth. "Don't bite or you'll lose your tongue. And that would be a pity." He used his hands to spread her legs from behind. She was spread completely open and frightened. He could hear her struggle to breathe. He took a sip of his wine and looked at her fresh pink insides, framed by only a wisp of red hair. Choice meat.

He could smell her reluctant arousal, and he rubbed between her legs very tenderly. She cried out and tried to clench her legs together from sensitivity and embarrassment. He started to lightly hit her pussy lips with the back of his hand. He didn't do it hard enough to even hurt that much. But she was burning up from humiliation and lust.

"I know that we share the same....unusual... tastes. I will show you how much that pleases me." He ran his left hand down her ass, barely touching her. And then his oil coated finger slipped slowly into her asshole, and the realization hit her. She started to thrash again, but it was no use. He started to slowly push his cock inside of her ass, not satisfied until he was fully seated inside of her.

The feeling made him reel with pleasure. Her asshole was the tightest thing he had ever felt. She was squeezing him like an oiled tight fist, even as she cried into his hand. He had to keep himself in check so he did not cum as soon as he forced his way inside. He swore.

She screamed, muffled, into his hand. The pain was unlike anything she had felt before, and the wine barely dulled it. Julian whispered in her ear. "Every time I've watched you walk away from me, I've thought about filling your pretty ass with cock. I didn't imagine how tight you'd be." She was so weak from the sensation, and almost fell back against him. He didn't mind at all- he used her soft body like a doll, picking her up and pounding her mercilessly against the desk. Laelia didn't know what was wrong with her. It wasn't so much the sensation as the situation she was in, her helplessness. She started to relax and let the strange feeling overtake her. He heard a slight groan of pleasure muffled into his hand, and then another. He withdrew, before spreading her legs in the front and spearing her ass anew. The girl moaned out loud as he fucked her hard, holding her pretty face so she looked into his eyes. "And you seem like such a good girl. I knew you wanted this."

Julian buried his right hand fingers in her now slightly puffy cleft and stroked her there until her clit was throbbing, begging. He started to finger fuck her, making sure to give her little clit adequate attention as well. Her pussy squeezed his fingers very nicely. Her sweet cream was all over his hand. "Poor little thing. Your cunni is begging me. Maybe I'll pay you another visit tonight." Julian knew he was supposed to be gentle, but she felt so good. The sensations were too much for him and he buried himself up to the hilt as hard as he could, as fast as he could.




Laelia Ch. 03



As he withdrew, she could feel the semen slipping down her leg. Her asshole was so sore. Truly disgusting. I am so worthless. All of her passion became instant regret. Why couldn't I just stand still and take it without a sound? Why did I encourage him? Did he think I wanted him to do that?

Then he did the most decadent, sick thing he could think of. He kissed her gently on the lips. She tasted like a tear. Her lips were so soft. Laelia tensed up in Julian's arms.

Laelia pushed him away, and started to dress. Julian didn't bother chiding her unprofessional, un-slave-like behavior. He cleared his throat, suddenly closed up. The sight of her putting on clothing, was still very erotic to him. And while he didn't really regret fucking her ass (how could he?), his lack of self-control might make her more difficult to enjoy later. I might as well tell her what I'm planning, he thought. While the wound is still fresh. While she dressed, Laelia's turned shoulders started to shake, as if she was trying to hold back tears, but failing.

He spoke. "If you wish to go, you may."

She didn't look up. "I was already leaving. Master."

"Before you go- I made a decision today. I'm purchasing a new nurse for my father. You will be coming to Rome as my ... personal slave. To put it in the most polite manner. Of course, we both know what your new duties will involve." He smiled at her in a cheeky manner.

Laelia was shaking with fury now. How dare he. "Whatever pleases you, my Master." She prostrated herself, as if he was a god. And then she slammed the door behind her.

Laelia walked into the empty bedroom in a daze. She took a deep breath. And then she started to cry her eyes out. When she came to her senses, she knew.

She would run away.



Laelia Ch. 04



He was standing in the door. Julian was willing to risk being caught by the other slave women in the room. He was watching Laelia sleep. She tossed and turned, as if in the throes of a nightmare. Her long lashes fluttered but didn't open. Laelia looked like a fresco of Persephone he had seen, resting underneath a tree. She was just missing the garland of flowers around her red hair. 

He'd have to consider having her sleep in the adjoining room, when he went to Rome. He slowly closed the door.

A few hours later, she woke. She had to move well before dawn, and it was still the middle of the night. Laelia changed into a stolen tunic of Aidin's and pulled her hair back tight. She thought about cutting it off, but she doubted that it would help her if she ran into soldiers or bandits. Her body would betray her before her long hair would. But from afar she would look like a red headed boy.

Laelia mixed a giant bottle of tincture, enough to keep Master Lucius alive for several weeks. The proportions were tricky in a batch of this size, so she decided to make three. She wrote down instructions in Latin for time of day to administer, as well as indications of worsening of the disease, and illustrations. At least her conscience would be clean. Or, cleaner. The guilt was barely manageable. But her determination was strong. She didn't want the alternative. She may have been a slave, but as a doctor, she had merit and esteem. Laelia couldn't imagine being a mere toy to such a cruel man, losing more of her innocence that she already had.

As for belongings, she didn't have anything that she wanted to take, beyond a beautifully carved knife from Aidin and a few secretes she had in the bottom of her small handmade trunk. She stole some bread, wine and cheese from the kitchen. 

Laelia didn't know where she was going. But she was leaving this place, which had been a home to her for so long. She left a note in Aidin's drawer- not saying where she was running, just that she would miss him. She couldn't wake him to tell him. Aidin would have insisted on going with her. They both knew the penalty for fugitive slaves. In her desperation, she was willing to pay with her life if she was caught. She would not have his death on her head as well.

When she slipped out the door, it was well before dawn. She prayed at the altar, to the house gods, before running into the forest.

Most of the first two days was an easy passage, and she only saw deer, birds and squirrels on her journey. She ate very little, knowing her food would have to last her. The next settled area where she would not risk capture was about a fortnight away on foot.

Each night, she found a safe, large tree. She climbed into it, tied herself to a large limb, and managed to fall asleep early despite the discomfort. Laelia was exhausted every single night. She rationed her food so heavily that she had very little energy to spare.

Before she drifted off to sleep, she did often think about Master Julian. She knew now that she had felt a longing for him, for much of her life. However, he had all but extinguished her feelings with his savage behavior the other night. While she knew he had done nothing outside of his rights as Master, she also knew that his rights with her encompassed almost everything but death.

On the third day, she woke to a lot of noise. An armored band of men was singing a bawdy song. Roman soldiers. Right below her. Ye gods. What were the chances? They looked unwashed and positively savage.

Laelia continued to lie absolutely still. Her heart was pounding. Her palms started to sweat. She prayed to Diana for protection.

She would have been safe, unless a young man, more likely a boy, looked up as he drained his cup of wine.

"General- sir- there's some sort of large beast on that branch. Or a person."

His superior looked up. More like a small person than a large beast. He chortled. "I bet it's some poor slave, tired of working the field, trying to make his way as a refugee into the next town. Or a thief. Whichever one of you can bring him to me the fastest, if the man has a reward on his head; you can have half of it. The rest goes towards the company." Rewards for escaped slaves were common. Laelia was so nervous her ears were ringing. But she knew she couldn't let her fear allow for them to catch her.

Men started to scale the branches. Luckily, Laelia had been an experienced climber, as a precocious child. She scrambled down the branch and latched onto another tree. Then she shimmied down before the soldiers knew what was happening. She would have made it too, if she hadn't ran into a metal breastplate, attached to a very large man. The impact sent her to her knees. She felt a sword tip held against her back. Fantastic.

The man was not only large, but he had a mouth full of false wooden and metal teeth. He tried to smile charmingly at her, which was terrifying. She had to clasp her hands together to stop them from shaking. 

"General, it's a pretty girl. We could all show her ...the pleasure of our company." He winked at her. Laelia had to hold back the impulse to cry.

The man he was addressing, their superior, looked at her vey strangely. The red headed girl looked very familiar to him. She looked like an unusual girl slave he had seen upon visiting Lucius Caecidius in Rome, many years ago. He ignored the large man's... suggestion.

"Which house do you run from, slave?"

She swallowed hard. If she said she was a freedwoman, she would be gang raped, and possibly even sold again. If she said she was a slave of a faraway house, it would be obvious, from her relative cleanliness and her belongings, that she was lying. If she said she was a slave of Lucius and Julian Caecidius... she shuddered at the thought of returning. 

"I belong to Julian Caecidius. Sir." He noticed that she meekly averted her eyes as she said Sir. Well trained. 

"We were planning on stopping to deliver him a message from the Emperor. He has to return to Rome. We'll bring you to your master then." He looked her up and down, and thought, I'm sure there's a reward for this one. 

"Hold out your arms." She did, seeing the hopelessness of the situation. He tied her arms, then her legs. The general turned and gave his men a stern look.

"Don't be fools. Julian Caecidius had a boy castrated for fucking the Emperor's horse. Imagine what he would do if he found out one of you fucked his slave girl. I'll keep my cock, thank you."

The men grumbled, but they did as they were asked. Soon it was time for them to sleep. Laelia sat awake on the ground. She feared rape or death from these men, but dawn rose without harassment from them. She didn't fear them as much, any more. In fact, she was shocked that they respected their general that much.

She feared returning home.

They marched back for two and a half days. Laelia didn't have difficulty keeping up with the men, even with only her legs unbound. She was hardly thinking about it, her heart was pounding so hard.

Once they arrived, she was whisked away by a characteristically cold and logical Eryx. His sympathy was somewhat lacking. "I know why you did what you did- but poor choice, dear Laelia! You should have heard him. I wouldn't trade places with you for all the sesterces in Rome."

She looked at him, terrified, eyes full of tears.

Eryx cleared his tellingly high, serious voice. "Well- I suppose, if you give him that face, it won't be as bad for you. You know the possibilities for punishment. You could be sold to the whorehouses or the mines; you could be branded on your forehead with the word 'fugitive.' So why, in Diana's name, did you do it?"

She softly said, "I wanted to keep my pride, Eryx." As well as my virginity. Well, somewhat.

"Well, that's gone now. When he's angry with me, I just grovel as well as I can, and swallow my pride. So to speak, in your case." He gave her a quick look up and down. She was coated with dirt. The girl had gotten a bit skinnier, which the Master wouldn't like, but her body was still very feminine. "Wouldn't work for me, but maybe if you take off your dress, he might reconsider selling you. Let's get you a bath."

She didn't have much choice in the matter; he dragged her into the cold bath water from the morning. "I'm not to leave you unattended, of course. Take off all your hair. All over your body. Let's get you some negotiation tactics, sweet." She glared at him until he at least turned his back to her. "I have no interest in what you have, Laelia. Don't worry."

She stripped off the gown efficiently, and folded it neatly on the cold floor. She managed to remove the hair with as much speed as possible. After that, she scrubbed herself thoroughly, and she was rinsing her hair out when she asked;

"I'm terrified. I know he is angry with me. What would you do, Eryx? I know you wouldn't put yourself in my sandals, but I need any advice I can get. Please, dear."

Laelia didn't hear a response, so she finished scrubbing and turned around. "Eryx?"

Her master was standing there, smirking at her. He was going to debase and violate her. It was going to be a lot of fun, and he was pleased she had given her unspoken approval by running away. Now he could make her beg for it. Laelia looked so good with water rolling off of her slender nude form. It reminded him that he had a nice bath back in Rome, where he could have a lot of fun with her. Bending her over the marble, she'd be nice and slippery, easy to pry open and fuck. His imagination ran wild.

Her mouth was open wide with shock, and she was surprised if he couldn't hear her heartbeat from where he stood. 

''if I were you, my dear, I'd get on my knees and beg. I think that would be an excellent beginning."

She knelt down beautifully on the stone floor, and prostrated herself. Without sarcasm, this time.

He watched her beg. "Please master. I'd do anything, just don't brand me. Don't sell me. Please." She shyly, nervously looked at him from underneath her lashes, not quite letting their eyes meet. He couldn't tell if she had meant to give him that glance as a calculated tactic, or if it had come naturally to her. It looked natural.

He raised a patrician eyebrow. "Perhaps you can enlighten me, as to what anything entails."

She knelt looking up but avoiding eye contact, her green eyes full of fearful tears. Her small hands rubbed up and down his thigh. He had to clench his fists. He wanted to rub her creamy little thighs back, and make her shudder. She breathily said, in her most rehearsed "sexy" voice, "I'll be a good slave for you. I could please you, any way you like. Master," her hands now rubbing softly up the shaft of his very erect cock. She stroked every inch of him. "Please keep me." He couldn't decide if this was torture or heaven, his cock pulsing in her soft white hands as she played. She licked his shaft, slowly. She took all of him in her mouth, as slowly as a snake swallows its prey. Laelia felt like she was going to gag, but she sucked as gently as she could, torturing him. She showed him what a good slave she could be, the whole time she was drowning in her own anger and disappointment with herself. 

Julian could see right through her manipulation, but it felt so warm and wet he couldn't bring himself to stop her. He resisted the urge to start ramming himself down her throat. The girl was sucking him so nicely. He hadn't even been between her legs yet, and he was now so hard, pulsing, in her mouth but thinking about taking her pussy. He wouldn't care that she was a virgin. She would feel too nice to be gentle, and she deserved to get it rough, for thinking she could get out of punishment. Well, perhaps he just wanted to make her suffer a little. 

He let her suck slowly until he came; he couldn't help but thrust as he let her have every drop. She felt him go softer, but not completely flaccid. He pulled her little chin up so she was staring in his eyes. He could see it made her quite anxious. "Did you think you could get on your knees and I would forgive you? This is just the beginning, girl." He picked her up, and carried her to the black hide chair across the hall, in an empty room. 

He pulled out some rope and tied her slender legs to the legs of the chair, careful not to hurt her, but also careful that it was tied tightly enough that she couldn't move. Julian tied her hands together, over her head. He continued. "You had no right to take away your lovely body, and all the enjoyment I'll take from it. You belong to me. I own every inch of you." Julian wanted to run his hands possessively, all over her slim, tight body. He started with her knees, touching her with the slightest of touches. He moved gradually up her lily white thighs, his calloused fingers caressing her. Laelia couldn't help but groan in pleasure. After an eternity, he gently rubbed her outer lips, never touching her directly. He was mesmerized by her soft pink insides, which looked sopping wet after his attention. Julian could feel himself getting harder, just from their play. She squirmed in her bonds and he could see her panting with desire. Kneeling between her tied open legs, he kissed the insides of her thighs for a few minutes. He started to bite, which elicited a pretty moan. He could smell her sweet, young pussy in the air. He rubbed a very cautious finger down her slit. Laelia watched as he smelled and tasted it. Something was strange, watching him taste her. She felt woozy, like she was about to pass out. Her cunni was throbbing. 

Julian gave her a feline smile. "I can't decide if I want to keep tormenting you. It's quite fun. I've never had a slut who was this... responsive." She wriggled unconsciously in the ropes, giving him an explicit view. He gently nipped her outer lips, and then brought his tongue in, and she moaned loud. "I do adore torturing you like this." He licked her warm pink insides slowly. "You taste delicious." She was pulsing around his tongue. Laelia had always been overly sensitive, her nerve endings felt like they were on fire. It felt too good, and she was terrified of losing control of herself. She didn't want to give him the sense of satisfaction, when she creamed inside of his mouth. She knew that he'd feel he had conquered her fully. "Stop, please, Master. It feels too much. I can't." She wanted to thrash her tied legs, but she could only move her torso. She almost smacked him in the face, trying to move her center away from him. But he didn't say a word; he just glared at her and held her moving core down firmly. He started to feast on her like an animal. Laelia felt like she was going to lose her mind. 

All he could imagine was making her lose her rigid self-control, her carefully guarded innocence. He didn't just want to be an owner of her body, lovely as it was. He wanted to own her mind as well, her desire. And so he focused his energy on sucking her poor, over sensitized clit until she violently shuddered in his mouth, screaming herself raw in the process. He forced her to reach completion twice this way, in quick succession. It amused him, but he also felt himself responding in a way he doubted he could control.

Laelia stopped begging. She would have kept it up, but her voice had gone almost completely mute. She silently moaned and bucked into his face, as he flicked her clit with his tongue. If she could have looked down, she would have seen how angry and hard his cock looked. He had not only tormented her, he had tormented himself with their play. Julian kissed her on the mouth, thrusting his tongue in, and she felt him groan softly. "See how nice you taste, girl?" He kissed around her neck, sucking on the bottom of her earlobe briefly. She could feel his hands around her ankles, untying her. She was praying to all the gods that it was the end of the night for her. 

Then Julian flipped her over and tied her delicate wrists together again, her ankles apart again, but facing away. Her bottom was creamy and soft, just as he remembered from when he had fucked it against his desk. He spanked her a few times, and Laelia cried out in pain. He could see that the hairbrush welts had healed fully, but every time he brought his hands down on her bottom, he left a new red mark. 

"I have some ideas for you when I'm back in Rome. " He had jerked off last night, imagining he was spanking her while he took her tight ass. This would be even better. "I still need to punish you for running away. But right now, I'm going to pluck your little flower." He kissed the back of her cream white neck, and pushed his painfully hard cock against her shorn cunt lips. Julian stared at the sight of his thick, veiny cock, rubbing against her this way. He pushed the tip of his cock inside of her, slowly. 

Her sheath started to swallow him whole, against her desires. So tight and warm, he couldn't stop himself now, if he had wanted to. He fed her more of his thick cock, until he reached her maidenhead. Then he forced himself inside, with a sudden cry of pain from her, and a shudder. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and didn't stifle her cry of shock.

Ignoring her pain, he almost growled as he tried to get deep inside of her. He released her hair and grabbed her hips so that he could fill her as much and as fast as possible. He had always imagined that, when he finally used the girl's cunni, she would squeeze him tight. But due to her tiny stature, contrasted to his, she felt tighter than any woman he had been with. He couldn't imagine it didn't hurt her, at least a little bit. And indeed, she was crying softly. He was thick and stretching her insides out. She whimpered, "Master, it hurts inside." 

He mumbled, "Shhh. It will pass." But he slowed down his frantic pace, and focused on playing with her clit. The pleasure from her clit made the pain of her deflowering easier to bear. He pulled his cock out, just to watch it slide back between her ass cheeks and then into her flushed wet mound. He couldn't help but grab her hair and then smack her ass a few more times, with his free hand. She let out a soft moan and unconsciously impaled herself harder onto his cock. Julian knew that even if she hadn't enjoyed it, he would have had to keep raping her on a regular basis. He needed something young and incredibly tight to satisfy him. And the way she writhed and was fucking him back, without prompting, was very encouraging. He started to feed his cock back to her a little harder and faster, and ground his hand against her clit until she cried out.

The pressure he was putting on her clit was too much to take. She felt like she was going to implode. Julian watched the girl buck against him in a frenzy, trying to get him inside of her faster. "My greedy, tight little slave. Ye gods, you are perfect."

He could feel himself throbbing and knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He grabbed her ass and used it to steer himself in hard. At his increase in force, Laelia cried out and her over excited pussy came around him, milking him perfectly. He had planned to spill on her back, but he found himself, suddenly unable to think about anything but filling her up with his seed. He groaned as he released inside of her. She felt it drip out as he removed his cock. He untied her feet and hands, and she turned around, and looked down at the floor in shame. Julian walked out of the room. At first, she was relieved that he had left her alone. But he spoke to someone in hushed tones outside, and came back with some metal shackles that he set on the floor. They looked cumbersome.

Laelia had been thinking about it for a while, but she was frightened to ask him. And her voice was barely audible from her screaming. "Master, I could get pregnant that way." She looked like she was going to cry, the way her lip was shaking. It was adorable.

He chuckled. "The more slaves, the more coin I have, dear. Besides, you know a slave woman with three children has special rights, as she's paid off her debts."




Laelia Ch. 04



She almost looked up in abject horror, but quickly looked back down at the floor. He could see her eyes were brimming with tears. He continued, "That being said, I do want your perfect little body to stay nice and tight for me, for now. Why don't you use your skills to find something to take that won't get your belly swollen with my bastard?"

She mumbled. "The best way would be if you didn't come inside me, Master."

He smirked. "I can't deprive myself of that pleasure, dear. It's your fault for having a tight little sheath, if you must know." He winked at her. She wanted to vomit.

He got down on his knees and forced her to look in his eyes.

"You should thank me for not selling you. I'm going to have you shackled when Eryx doesn't have time to watch after you." He brushed the wet strands of hair out of her tear stained face. "You're lucky I sampled you before you ran away. I can't stop thinking about how much fun we have, every time I rape you."

"Perhaps I wouldn't have ever run away... if you hadn't 'sampled' me." She murmured bitterly. He ignored her comment and smiled. 

"As you know, we are leaving tomorrow for Rome. You can sleep in my room tonight." He would probably fuck her at least one more time, when she was half asleep and looser inside. Julian used to love that with whores who spent the night, he would fuck them awake. One girl had thrusted and creamed all over him, while she was still asleep. He requested her name and used her many times, until she got married to a gladiator and retired. What a shame.

"You have to sleep with the leg shackles on." He buckled them to her and locked them. She couldn't move at all. He grinned. "Should have put these on earlier."

He carried her to his room, laid her down on the cot. He kissed her on the mouth, blew out the candles and left without another word.

Laelia curled up, shaking and crying, her bloody pussy the only evidence of his crimes.