Sold as a slave to a disgusting Roman Senator, she meets a handsome Count on her first night in her new home. Only by willingly giving herself to him does she stand a chance of escape.
You shiver slightly as the sun goes down on a summer Roman evening. The shadows fall across the marble floor and columns of the Senator’s bedroom. A slave comes in to light the oil lamps. You are a slave as well, and a new one. Earlier that morning you had been paraded naked in the market and bid on by dozens of men, leering, pointing, making comments about your body and suggestions about whether your talents lay in your hips or your mouth.
You had watched them bid higher and higher until there were two bidders left. One a hideous old woman who wanted you as her son’s nursemaid and the other a Roman Senator with the body of a hippo, but the shifty eyes and face of a ferret. There was only one thing on his mind, and you didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know it. He spoke openly about the things he planned to do to you. The fact you shouted that he was a perverted old man didn’t dissuade him from buying you. In fact, it made him do so with additional glee.
You were taken from the dreadful market to his palatial home, bathed in a marble tub filled with fresh water and fragrant petals, and then anointed with oil, before being given the light silk wrap you still wore. But as a punishment for your insolence he tied your wrists above your head to one of the high posts on his bed. Now that night was here you shuddered at what would happen next.
You see two long shadows as figures appear in the hallway and come into the room. One is the obvious silhouette of the Senator, the other man is me. I am a count from Byzantium, a leading citizen of the eastern Empire on a visit to Rome. I am nearing the end of my trip. I have been enjoying the hospitality of many members of the Roman Senate and tonight I’m the guest of your new master. You look at me and notice my lean body, strong chin, and classical features. I’m handsome, at least in the dim light of the room.
The ferret-faced master speaks. “You must come in here Count Alexius so I can show you my newest purchase. So new in fact that I have yet to use her. She is a barbarian of course, but she speaks the language which is all the more convenient to me when I begin to demand pleasure.”
The Senator staggers as he approaches. He is quite drunk. As he gets closer you see a wicked look in his eye.
You shout in anger. “The reason you bought me is that it’s the only way you can get someone to have sex with you!”
The Senator smacks you. Not hard but enough to get your attention and tells you you are only to speak when you’re spoken to.
“Well she certainly has spirit,” you hear me say, I look you in the eye and you see my strength but also humanity and kindness. “With her fair complexion, she must be originally from Gaul. Beautiful women with feisty spirits they say.”
The senator adds, “A spirit that will have to be tamed with the lash.”
I approach you closer and lay my eyes up and down your body. You realize the silk you’re wearing must be see-through with the lamps behind you. I grab your chin, but there’s something gentle in my eyes. “It seems a shame to mar this pretty face and body. There’s a sensual fire that burns deep inside of this one. Hurt her and she’ll give you nothing of her spirit. Intrigue her, challenge her, and even though her body is bound she will give you the desire of her soul.”
There’s something in my description that begins to make you wet. But there’s still fire and anger in your captivity. “It hardly seems the measure of a true man to need to bind a woman to make her serve you.”
I smile and as the Senator goes to slap you, I gently grab his arm.
“Let’s not worry ourselves over this one Senator. There is still more wine to drink and much to discuss before you turn in and enjoy your new possession.”
The Senator staggers to the hallway and as we get near the door you see me look back as if taking a mental picture of you.
Time passes, it seems like forever, until you hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Looking up to the doorway you expect to see the blobby drunken shape of your supposed master, but instead, it’s me, clear-eyed and there for a purpose.
As I approach you, I see the confusion on your face.
“I’m not who you expected am I?” I ask.
“No,” you reply. “Did you win me in a game of chance? Or did the Senator decide to allow you to go first?”
I explain that the Senator is fast asleep. He is passed out drunk as I had expected and won’t wake up until morning.
“So,” you ask. “You’re going to force yourself on me, as I stand here helpless.”
“You,” I reply. will give yourself to me. And willingly call me your master.”
There’s something about my confident tone and choice of words that make you melt, but the anger you feel at being tied up makes you reply. “Never.”
You wait for my hand to raise, and it does, but not to slap you. My hand comes down and rips the silk wrap from your body. You look away and see your sexy naked silhouette flicker against the nearest column.
I grab your chin again with my fingers against your face. I stare into your eyes and you can see the flicker of the candle flame as if my heart and loins were on fire.
I kiss you, hard at first, but as I feel you loosen up, it becomes more sensual. My lips are warm and you begin to kiss back. Reaching up to your breast I feel it fill my palm. My other hand slides down your stomach and glides gently between your legs, just enough for your heart to flutter, then settle on your ass
My sensual kisses move slowly from your mouth to your neck. You’re still trying to resist, but it’s challenging. Not only are your hands still bound above your head, but you’re also starting to enjoy it. Trying to keep yourself from outwardly enjoying the situation feels like a turn-on in and of itself.
My neck kisses grow gentle and I take note of where I see a reaction. I find the right spot and softly kiss it. “Mmmm you feel as beautiful as you look,” I say “They have prepared you well Slave Girl,” I say. Staring into your eyes now as I gently caress your hair. “You are smooth and fragrant. Are you ready to give yourself to me?” I ask.
There’s much you want to say to show your insolence, but the feeling of my lips and hands are weakening your resolve. You simply say “no.”
I slide my hand down again between your legs and feel the smooth shape of your womanhood beneath my palm as I continue kissing your neck.
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“Your beauty and your spirit are fit for a nobleman like me. But my manhood will not penetrate you until you beg me for it Slave Girl.”
“I will NOT” you hear yourself say. “I care not for your title or your money,” you say. You can take my body but not my mind.
“I beg to differ,” I reply. I slide my fingers inside you, pressing my palm against your clit and touching your Gspot with my fingertips. “You underestimate me, slave girl. I have powers of persuasion beyond my wealth and title. I think you WILL beg.
With my right hand inside you, I spank your ass with my left hand, the sound echoing loudly in the stone and marble room. My eyes widen as I say. “You will submit to me… willingly. However long it takes.
The stimulation of my fingers is hitting your G-spot in just the right way. You know it won’t be long until you orgasm and you aren’t convinced you can hold back. I can sense the build-up as I listen to your breath and the way you begin to meet my hand for maximum enjoyment.
Suddenly I stop and press my face close to yours – you can see the desire through my eyes and into my soul. You want to scream “keep going!”, but your pride right now is worth more than your orgasm. You know I’d make you beg as the price of continuing.
Despite your heavy breathing, your silence hangs loudly in the night. It’s time to switch gears.
I begin kissing your neck and slowly, very slowly begin to move down your body, spending time licking, teasing, and manhandling your breasts, eventually moving down to your thighs.
Your legs shake, partly because you are exhausted from standing with your hands bound above you on the bedpost. Kneeling down I grip your cheeks provocatively and pick you up, putting your thighs around my shoulders with my mouth firmly between your legs.
You revel in both the comfort of being held and the stimulation of my mouth as I glide it around your smooth and fragrant womanhood, kissing the outside of your vagina, exploring the inside with my long hot tongue, and then using it to stroke your clit back and forth.
You try holding back, but you can’t, and you meet every thrust of my tongue as you rotate your hips, you’re getting close again and I can feel it. You ready yourself for the climax and start to grip my head, but I stop what I’m doing once again, disentangle your legs and stand to face you. You’re literally panting like an animal as I stare into your eyes once again.
You hear me say. “What is the word beautiful one?” I ask.
“Continue,” you say. “I want you. I need you. Please.”
“Are you saying you wish to give yourself willingly to my manhood?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“If you want that from me you should be more polite.”
“Please, please. Fuck me, lick me, tease me, whatever you want. I need you NOW!”
You see me bend down again to pick up your ass as your thighs instinctively grip around my waist. You feel my manhood for the first time, squeeze into you, large enough to make you gasp as you stare into my wild eyes. I press closely against you as you feel your breasts squeeze against my chest and as I start to pump inside you, you can feel your clit rub up against my pelvis. You realize my cock is slightly curved as your G-spot gets stimulated again with my thrusts. I begin to kiss your neck again and the stimulation both inside and out drives you to a feeling of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.
“Take me, take me, yes!” you begin to scream
As you get close to orgasm you feel your body begin to convulse in the anticipation of ecstasy. My rhythm matches that of your hips and stays with you as the orgasm builds and builds, finally exploding in waves around my manhood. You close your eyes and concentrate on riding each wave as you lose control of your body which thrashes against me until the waves finally subside in a wash of pure brain and body pleasure.
At first, you go limp in my arms, then I feel your muscles twitch in exhaustion.
“You’ve had a busy day”, you hear me say. “Let’s make you more comfortable. I slide out of you, still hard, and unwrap your wrists, putting you on the large silk pillows of the roman bed you’ve been standing beside all day.
As you gasp for a breath you hear me say. “I have a ship waiting in the harbour for me. We will leave here before dawn. Before the Senator wakes up. I will take you back to Byzantium with me.”
“Yes,” you say. “Please take me away from here,” you kiss me and reach downwards caressing my balls and my still hard cock. “But not yet. I still have to thank you.”
As you slide your mouth over my cock I realize I’ve made the right choice. I also realize you’re right. Escape can wait – at least for a while.