Slave Girls of Rome

by Don Winslow

  Next followed our victorious troops, smiling and waving to the crowd of townspeople; and bringing up the rear the rest of the slaves, marching naked with hands bound before them; a sprinkling of young men and boys, and then a score or more of female slaves, blond, Nordic women whose fair features were much admired by the gaping crowd, murmuring in wonder as they passed by.

  The slaves were taken to the penned-in area used by the slavers just west of town, where they would be further sorted out. They would be held there to await the arrival of Kimar, for they would be sold to him (and to no other passing slaver in accordance with our agreement). For this exclusive consideration, I would receive a princely sum, over and above the sale price which would, of course, have to be reported to Rome. It goes without saying that a few captives might be held back, saved from the old slaver’s clutches to be reserved for my personal use. I also meant to make a gift of one or two to Gratius for his kind hospitality in the past. I had not mentioned it to him, but I knew he was hopeful of such a largess once he had laid his greedy eyes on the coffle of fair-haired slave girls.

  Upon my triumphant return, he had been the first to rush out and greet me, welcoming me back with gushing enthusiasm, and quite generously placing his House at my disposal. In fact, he went so far as to insist that I move out of my modest quarters at the fort, to take up residence in one wing of his palatial estate, for I was truly a hero of Rome and he would be much honored to have me as his guest. I knew he had at least one eye on my prize captives, but I graciously accepted, sure that some sort of deal was in the making.

  I selected three of my newly-acquired slave girls to accompany me to my new quarters: Helva, of course; clever Minta, who had proven to be quite useful as a translator, and who, it turned out, showed surprising enthusiasm as a sprightly sex slave; and a third girl, a slender Germanic beauty named Iryna. Of the same delicate-boned and long-limbed race, Iryna was a bit younger and not quite as tall as the statuesque Helva, but there was something about her slim thighs, and lean, youthful body that powerfully stirred me. I noticed her cool beauty as she marched in line, head held high, pale blue eyes on some distant horizon: The small blond face with those neat, precise features, the bright, straw-colored hair that fell in smooth sheets to her shoulders, the slender limbs, and lithe torso with the most appealing little breasts: two small taut globes with slightly up-tilted nipples that stood up, perky and expectant. This was the trio I took with me when I left the cold and drafty fort, and moved in to a comfortable suite of spacious rooms overlooking the lake.

  That evening I had my new sex slaves brought to the baths. We all needed to be cleaned up after the long march, and spending a few leisurely hours in the warm scented air of Gratius’ baths seemed the ideal way to ease away the aches and pains of the campaign. Stream was rising from the shallow pools, the warm air rich with the aroma of fragrant oils and spiced perfumes as I entered to find my girls waiting for me. As I had ordered, the three waited on their knees, sitting back on their heels, lined up in a row. They had been scrubbed and cleaned and, as befitted their new status, each wore the high leather collar, along with the wrist and ankle bands of a sex slave.

  Helva knelt erect on the left. Her hair was still wet, and the crown of her blond head, which was tilted down, gleamed like burnished gold. She knelt with eyes downcast, for she would not meet my gaze unless I demanded it. I watched her circular breasts rise and fall in gentle undulations; coral pink nipples moist and taut. Beside her, Iryna waited with head held high, her damp blond hair richly dark, hung lank to her neck and softly sloping shoulders. She was watching me alertly, her blue eyes following my every move. Her breasts, like the rest of her slim torso was pale white, especially when contrasted against the even tan of her limbs—two small white globes, each neat handful capped by those impertinent nipples.

  At the other end, Minta knelt with head bowed respectfully. In light of her willing and cooperative attitude, and her status as my official translator, she had been given one of the gauzy tunics worn by Gratius’ house slaves while her two fellow slaves, unruly, and not yet trained, were of course, kept totally naked. I had come to appreciate this sprightly girl on the homeward march. She was eager to please, and far from sharing the other girls’ hatred of Rome, she was warmly affectionate and always willing toward its representative. I learned that although she was a German, she came from a different tribe than the others. She had been captured in one of Unix’ raids, and given to the imperious Helva, who had treated her with contempt. Naturally, she was overjoyed to find her proud mistress had now been reduced to the level of a mere sex slave, both women equal in their subservience to their Roman master.

  Now I studied that slightly-built, nubile body; those floppy titties, small crescent shaped breasts that invited the touch. I delighted in sampling those charming little tits by rubbing them between my fingers, pulling on the elastic flesh till the girl squealed, savoring their dreamy feel, for the pale, pliant skin was smooth as silk. The shallow breasts were tipped with neat caps and protruding nipples, precisely made nubbins, tiny stems that stuck out boldly. Her rich blond hair was also damp, a deep dark gold, streaked with a flavor of rich caramel, that she wore pulled back and tied so as to resemble a pony’s tail, in the Gaullic manner. I looked at her, with the filmy tunic wetly plastered to that straight, sinewy figure and, not for the first time, felt a definite stirring of lust.

  I ordered the slaves to rise up off their haunches and hold themselves erect, kneeling, with back perfectly straight, hands behind their necks in a presentation position often used by Kimar to show off a girl’s best attributes. Then, while the other two held the mandated pose, I summoned Minta to attend me. The bright girl had quickly learned the proper way to undress her lord and master, and I delighted in the feel of her soft knowing hands as they passed over my body, undoing clasps and drawing off my belt. She removed my tunic and undid my loincloth, careful not to touch my swelling manhood, for such a move without my expressed permission would amount to gross impertinence! Then I eased back onto one of the couches, while my dutiful slave bent over me to untie the straps of my sandals, and slip them off my naked feet.

  Once undressed, I stepped down into one of the inviting pools of warm water. I invited Minta to join me, and she swiftly drew off her tunic, stripping her narrow hipless form to bare the clean lines of the smooth front and the slight rises of her crescent shaped titties that perched so proudly on her willowy chest. Her pussy, small and inviting, was a lightly furred mound hazed with a pale soft down; the pink lips small, and puckered in a neat tuck. I summoned Iryna to join us in the bath. The two slave girls would bathe me while I kept Helva on her knees before me so that I might enjoy the pleasure of seeing her nude beauty while I gave myself up to the tender ministrations of my handmaidens.

  Wading up to my knees in the water, I turned my back to Iryna while offering my front to Minta, and the girls started to work on me, rubbing all over my nude body, first with invigorating stiff brushes, then with soft wet washcloths. Minta worked with her usual enthusiasm, methodically covering every inch of skin. I watched her scrub her way across my chest, taking her time there, pausing to play with the wet chest hairs, toying with my nipples, her nimble fingers working their way down my flinching belly, teasing along to skirt the edge of my pubic hair. I allowed her to wash my masculine equipment but cautioned her to be quick about it, as I was already stiffening, and I didn’t want to be brought to climax so soon in the game.

  Iryna, meanwhile, was moving her hands over the knotted muscles of my back and shoulders, pressing lightly. Her hands, moving dutifully but indifferently, lacked the enthusiasm of her sister’s who was presently kneeling before me, impishly lifting my scrotum to scour under my balls, her small, wet face upturned, and smiling at me. Even when I leaned down to present my butt for Iryna’s attention, her hands simply passed over my proffered cheeks in a perfunctory manner. I decided the girl could benefit from a good dose of salts under her tail, and I would see to it! />
  I climbed out of the water and had the slaves wrap me in scented towels, and then methodically rub dry my body. Next, I reclined naked on the couch, laying on my side while the slave girls brought scented oils to rub into my skin. Iryna knelt behind me massaging my back, while Minta’s clever fingers once more explored the front of my body. As these small feminine hands worked their wonders on my tired and aching muscles, I gazed at the kneeling blonde before me, arms raised and elbows back, brazenly showing me her breasts while her striking face remained passive and expressionless.

  “Beauty,” I called her, for such was the name I’d chosen for her, “Play with yourself!”

  The blond head turned in my direction at the sound of her slave name, which she recognized by now. The pale blue eyes, which she now turned on me, held a look of loathing; implacable hatred, filled with cold insolence. She had picked up a few words of Latin; I had ordered that she was to learn our tongue quickly. But just to be sure she understood, I now had Minta translate for me.

  “Tell her I want to see her play with herself,” I instructed cheerfully. “Her tits . . . and her pussy, too! I want to watch while she does it.” I knew my proud captive would find the orders distasteful, might even refuse. But I meant to press her, to constantly test her obedience, till she learned to obey even the most perversely outrageous orders, and to do so with alacrity. Minta seemed to thoroughly enjoy repeating my orders in the harsh Germanic tongue.

  For a long moment I met the smoldering anger in those steely blue eyes and we held each other’s unflinching gaze. It was the blonde who moved first, tilting her head down under my unrelenting glare. I saw her shoulders deflate in a tiny sigh of resignation. Then she brought her hands up to place them over her softly mounded tits. Pressing lightly she began to move the mounds of flesh with her joined fingers, rubbing them in slow circles, doing what I had ordered, but obviously without much in the way of enthusiasm.

  “Better than that! Go on, feel yourself up!” I shouted impatiently.

  Obediently, the long, narrow fingers closed on those lovely breasts and she curved her palms to cup herself, fondling the tittie-flesh, moving it more lavishly now, though her movements still had a certain mechanical quality.

  I found the sight of the pretty blonde fondling her own tits to be highly erotic, even though she did her best to suppress any sign of excitement on her part. She meant to prove to me that, while she could be made to perform for me, she would take no pleasure in such perverse acts. I wasn’t sure that was the case however, for even now her healthy young body was starting to betray her. By close observation one could discern that her sensate nipples were beginning to emerge from their disks of crinkled flesh, stiffening under the mild stimulation they enjoyed.

  “Your nipples . . . play with your nipples!” I urged, barely managing to suppress my wild excitement. My voice, heavily laden with passion, had gone suddenly hoarse.

  I watched as those slender fingers delicately took each pink tip between them in a pincer movement and the girl pinched her nipples, rolling the little buds between thumbs and forefingers.

  “Pull on them,” I hissed.

  Still holding herself erect, the blank expression on her pale blond face never wavering, the young woman obediently plucked the burgeoning stems, pulling the pliant flesh, twisting the captive nipples that darkened and blossomed under all this attention. I ordered her to wet her fingers in her mouth, and to continue her efforts till she had her emerging nipples fully erected, and only then did I allow her to quit.

  “Enough! Now your pussy! Spread your legs, my Beauty, and play with yourself!” I managed to get out, though my voice cracked under the strain. Minta’s translation held an unmistakable note of glee.

  The agile fingers quit the sensitive nipples; I smiled to see those fully expanded tips standing proud, glistening and hard with arousal. I watched the girl shift to widen her knees, and bring both hands down, as the fingers nosed along the sides of her blond vulva. Her slithering hands become bolder as they edged closer to her sex. It was the right hand that moved in so that she might hold herself, with one hand cupped protectively over her blond pubis.

  The hand moved slowly, rubbing sensuously, stirring the first lapping waves of self-pleasure. I studied those Nordic features more closely, alert for the first signs that all this self stimulation was getting to her. There was a definite tinge of pink along the ridges of her cheekbones as she experienced the first flush of arousal, while she rubbed along the converging sides of her pubis. Her eyes were half-lidded now, the pretty lashes lowered, and I saw her work her lips, the tongue peeking out to quickly pass over them as her right hand slid down between her legs to capture her blond sex. I watched her hand closing and opening rhythmically, as the blond barbarian squeezed and palmed her pubic mound. Her breathing deepened, and her shoulders twisted under the delicious waves of pleasure she was generating in her hot treasure box.

  I passed a hand across my brow to find it hot and damp, for the steamy solo performance was certainly getting to me. My cock stood upright, throbbing with eagerness, straining taut as a bowstring, aching with desire.

  “Sit back on your heels, and open your legs . . . wider, all the way, like the German whore you are!” I ordered harshly. The girl hesitated, but she did as I commanded, shifting back, spreading open her thighs to show me her pink pussy.

  “Now, get a finger in there, two fingers . . . I want to see you fuck yourself!”

  Her head snapped up, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me. Suddenly, I saw those questioning eyes harden. She hesitated, teetering on the verge of outright refusal. But even if she thought better of it and decided to comply it was too late, for even her slight hesitation was enough to condemn her to a proper dose of punishment. For a moment we waited, and all time stood still. Then she let her head drop and her hands fall uselessly to her side, passively refusing to accede to my perverse wish. This was what I had been waiting for.

  “You refuse?” The blond head never moved. “Then I’m afraid you must learn the cost of disobedience. Kneel up now . . . hands behind your head!”

  Once more this exquisite, young woman assumed the presentation position, slowly closing her knees, straightening up, bringing her hands up to the back of her neck. I called Minta to me and whispered my instructions in her ear, watching her smile widen into an evil grin as she realized what I had in mind. She was surprisingly enthusiastic in carrying out her task. Gathering up some rawhide strips, she stepped up behind the kneeling blonde and roughly pulled her arms down to tie her hands behind her. This was efficiently done as the slaves’ wrist cuffs had, sewn in them, a set of brass rings. A line running through the rings could be quickly knotted as a convenient method for securing a slave’s wrists together.

  Next, my captive was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a damp washcloth. She was forced to accept the packing by the simple expedient of having Minta pinch a nipple, so that when the Helva gasped in surprise, the wadded cloth was rudely forced between her gaping jaws. A wide leather strap tied around her head imprisoned the folds of blond hair, and held the packing in place in her gaping mouth. Little Minta, always helpful, was beaming, extremely proud of her handiwork as she pulled the kneeling girl to her feet, and led her over to present her to me.

  Helva seemed surprisingly docile as, with hands tied behind her back, she let herself be led to me by the smaller girl. Yet even though she seemed willing to accept her fate and allow her body to be used for my pleasures, the cold anger in her eyes still smoldered with the same implacable hatred. For a moment I studied those hard eyes that gazed at me from above the strap, then I curtly nodded, and Minta turned our captive around, and forced her to her knees, so she was left kneeling in front of one of the low couches. With a rude shove the big blonde was toppled forward to lay upended over the couch.

  It must have been the memories of her own abject slavery at the hands Unix, when Minta was forced to serve the haughty blonde, that brought such obvious pleasure to h
er small, astonished face when I handed her a paddle and ordered her to use it on her former mistress’ served-up ass. The girl could hardly believe her good fortune!

  Now, while she took her place behind the bent-over blonde, eyeing the inviting ass with pleasure, I beckoned the fair Iryna to me. She came with her usual indifference, and let me take her by the hand. With just the slightest trace of reticence, the lissome blonde allowed herself to be drawn down to lay across my wide spread thighs. She shifted her hips to rest more comfortably, her long, lean body fully stretched out over my lap, hip pressed against my hard penis, the shimmering hair sweeping down to floor on one side while her slender legs angled down so the toes touched the floor on the other. I sighed in deep admiration of the sleek ass she presented to me, that choice upturned bottom, two taut, elongated ovals that simply begged to be caressed . . . or spanked!

  I fitted my curved hand to those tight, little mounds and moved it slowly, absently stroking the girl’s rearend, up and down those delectable twin curves while I turned my attention to Helva’s punishment. Minta had taken up her position, careful to stand to one side so that she would not block my view of Helva’s handsome bottom, the mounds stretched taut, offered up so nicely. I watched the wiry girl tighten her grip, and slowly draw back the wooden paddle. She brought her weapon down with surprising force in one smooth, well-aimed swing.