by Syra Bond
'On your knees!' he shouted.
'Magnus!' taunted Rufo. 'Beware! She has the teeth of a wolf and is ready to pounce at you again.'
Caristia edged away, pulling herself backwards with her stinging bottom against the cold floor. She glanced at Bec who, as soon as she caught her eye, lurched at Caristia, desperate to break free from Magnus so she could attack her real enemy - not the controlling Magnus but her rival, Caristia.
'What is wrong with the woman, Magnus?' shouted Rufo gleefully. 'She is more like a gladiator than a servant. Perhaps we should be training her for the ring instead of the bed chamber.'
'I will discipline her, master. She will not get the better of me I assure you.'
'Then discipline her. Let me see her brought to heel. Let me see her keeping her bare white teeth behind those full and luscious lips. Let me see her prepared to service the needs of a man and not the needs of her own wolf-like appetite.' He held his hand beneath her chin, squeezing her cheeks slightly and glaring into her wild eyes, then as he saw her making ready to spit, he released her and turned away. 'Discipline her!'
Magnus grabbed Bec by the arm and twisted her round. She fought him but he was so powerful that, in one movement, he wrapped both her wrists behind her back and held them there in one of his huge hands.
'Now slave,' he said looking into her eyes, 'I will show my master how you can be subdued.'
Still holding her hands behind her back with one hand, and with his elbow pressing between her shoulder blades, he bent her down over his crooked knee. Her breasts, for all their tautness, dropped forward with the shock of the forward thrust and Caristia stared at Bec's proud nipples, reddened by her frustration and throbbing with her passion to fight. Bec kicked her legs frantically but, as she bared her teeth and spat at the staring Caristia, Magnus brought his right leg together with his left and secured her, as if in a vice, between his muscular thighs. He brought his free hand down on her tense bottom with a loud smack. She tensed, tightening herself against the trap that held her, but she did not alter the expression on her face, all the time staring hard at Caristia as if trying to burn her with her gaze.
Magnus spanked her hard, each time bringing his hand down more firmly. The loud smacks caused Bec to tense until she was rigid, but she did not cry out, nor did she squirm or try to avoid the blows. Caristia looked at Bec's taut body and listened to the regular rhythm of Magnus's smacking hand. She leant back against the wall, almost hidden by the shadows, and allowed her fingers to drift between her legs. She felt the soft insides of her thighs then, slowly working them upwards, she met the crack of her cunt. It was wet and still dripping with semen, but now a fresh moisture was glistening on her swollen pink flesh. As she exposed herself in the half light of the lamps her cunt glistened with the dampness of excitement brought on by the sight of Bec: rigid, clasped between Magnus's massive thighs, staring fixedly ahead at her adversary, bearing the pain and showing how she could stand it and any amount more.
Caristia worked her fingers into the soft folds of her outer labia, teasing them apart, finding the silky wetness on their inside edges and seeking out her clitoris - uncovered already - exposed to the glancing touch of her fingertips, growing with expectation, making her pant. She dropped her legs wider and saw Bec staring between them. She wanted her trapped enemy to look at her cunt as she opened it, revealing its inner leaves, showing the darkness of her throbbing clitoris, letting Bec delve into it with her eyes. Each smack that landed on Bec's buttocks, each extra tensing it brought about in her unyielding body, led Caristia to delve her fingers further. Her eyes widened as she squirmed onto the full stretch of her fingers, all the time staring at the object of her desire; the prone, dribbling Bec. She pulled her fingers up and down, caressing the inside of her vagina then, as she sensed the beating coming to an end, she held them stiffly, thrust them up to the knuckles and dropped herself onto them, finishing in a silent, heavy, throbbing orgasm.
Magnus released Bec, dropping her to the floor, her buttocks reddened and angry. He reached down as she fell and he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, but still she stared unswervingly at Caristia.
'She needs the cane, master; she will not be subdued by a simple hand,' said Magnus.
'Then you must leave her punishment until later. For the moment I wish to see this little one who is, by the looks of it, already excited by what she sees. Or has her passion been released by my presence, Magnus?'
Caristia pulled her hands from between her legs as Rufo turned towards her.
'Yes master,' said Magnus, stepping over Bec and growling at her in annoyance. 'It is surely your presence.'
'Magnus, I remind you again that you are a free man now,' said Rufo with some irritation. 'You do not need to call me master. You should call me Olconio Rufo. Say it now: "Olconio Rufo".'
'Yes,' Magnus hesitated, embarrassed. 'Yes, Olconio Rufo,' he stuttered slowly and with much discomfort.
'Now, stand aside, clear this indolent one out of the way and tell me about this pretty little maid you have selected - and already tried out for me. Who is she, Magnus?'
Magnus kicked out and Bec reluctantly dropped back, still glowering at Caristia but no longer baring her teeth and no longer struggling to attack her. She put her hands against her bottom but not to rub them, to assuage the pain, but to show that she was untroubled by the beating, that she held it in contempt. Magnus was angered by her scorn but had to ignore her.
'Master,' Magnus faltered as Rufo smiled at him tolerantly. 'She is one of the youngest here and from Northern France. You purchased her three weeks ago from the market. '
'Yes? Yes?'
'She likes the feel of a man's hand across her buttocks, sir. She likes the cane as well, but especially she likes a hand.'
'How does she feel? Is she well fleshed? Is she moist?'
'Yes sir, she is, as moist as silk, and she rises onto a man's member like a tide, like a rushing sea eager to come into the shore.'
Rufo laughed at Magnus's poetry.
'You are a romantic, Magnus. You should take up philosophy. Now, could she be trained?'
'Yes sir, without doubt.'
'Sit up girl,' ordered Rufo. 'Let me see you properly. Tell me your name.'
Caristia got up onto her knees and bowed her head. Her torn smock was still bundled up around her waist and she saw Magnus's glistening semen, mixed with her own moisture, still running stickily down the insides of her thighs. She still felt his heat inside her cunt and she took a deep breath in an effort to calm herself.
'Caristia, master.'
'You are indeed a pretty one. I wonder if you are as interesting as Magnus says.'
He turned her slowly by the shoulders. She clasped her hands together submissively and laid them gently against her pubic hair, covering her wet cunt as she folded her fingers between her legs and into its crack. Her eyes rolled slightly as she felt the warmth of her fingertips slipping inside the silky folds of her flesh and, even as he continued to turn her, she let her fingers delve a little deeper.
Rufo looked into her bright blue eyes.
'She is very young, Magnus. How has she picked up the skills you say she has?'
'It is the breed, sir. The northern tribes are born to it.'
Rufo pushed her shoulders forward, bending her at the waist so he could see her bottom fully. She did not resist, but dropped forward, keeping her hands where they were and allowing her head to almost touch her knees. Rufo smoothed his hand across her taut bottom and she opened her buttocks at his touch, revealing her delving fingers between the flesh of her moist crack. He rubbed her buttocks more and she responded with a sigh, an expectant moan drawn only from desire, and she drove her fingers deeper.
'You are right my friend,' said Rufo, pleased. 'She is indeed special.' He pressed his fingertip against her anus and it opened for him, dilating in a neat dark circle as she lifted higher as an offering. She wanted his finger inside, penetrating her as deeply as it would go,
and she sighed again as she thought of being filled. She bent as far forward as she could, showing him the moist crack of her cunt, glistening and pink and opened by her own fingers and exposing her anus, a dark recess of delight. He pressed his finger in and she rode up on it, moaning loudly as he pushed, in one thrust, up to the knuckle. She squirmed on his hand, feeling her clitoris with wet frantic fingers, moaning, dribbling, needing more. He brought his other hand down on her tight bottom in a loud smack and the shock and sharpness made her squeeze her buttocks together, clamping his finger deeply inside her anus and causing shivers of bliss to penetrate deeply into her shaking body. Another loud smack and she squeezed onto his finger even tighter. Then another and she shouted out, not in pain but in eagerness, hanging onto his finger in her anus, feeling it so deep, feeling so full, but still wanting more. She craved to finish yet was desperate to hold herself in that enchanting moment of anticipation, inhabiting that heavenly state of delicious frustration.
Magnus stood in front of her and she smelled his body as he lifted his hard cock towards her mouth. She let him force it right to the back of her throat before closing her mouth around it. When she did encircle it with her lips she felt its pulsating veins sending shockwaves around her face. Rufo kept up the beating, smacking her as hard as he could, each time knocking her forward onto Magnus's cock. She gulped between each heavy smack then, as she felt her face reddening with the fire of her own orgasm, Magnus's throbbing cock expanded in her mouth and filled her with a flood of semen. Even though there was barely enough room for it to squeeze past the massive cock that forced her mouth as wide as it would go, it ran from the sides of her mouth. It dribbled and ran onto her chin and, as the pace of the smacking increased, she rose up on Rufo's stiff finger for a last time and submitted to the joy of a jerking, convulsive orgasm.
Rufo took his finger out of Caristia's anus and she hung before him, bent and dissipated, gasping for breath with semen running from her trembling mouth. Rufo moved back and smiled.
'Magnus, she is indeed special. From now on keep little Caristia at her tasks but set aside a time each day for special training. I will supervise it myself. I am meeting some clients this afternoon and have some interesting ideas to put to them. And Magnus, make sure that she feels the flat of your hand every day; we do not want her to lose her keenness from lack of use. No, do not let her go without. She may have to miss her food but do not hold back on her spanking.' Magnus bowed his head, unable to do otherwise, and Rufo, smiling at his old slave's continued unconquerable subservience, turned to go. 'Oh, and the other one, the one who got the better of you, our little spitting wolf. Such spirit, so unlike the delectable little Caristia and yet so complementary. Make sure she is caned and then bring her to me. Like her little opponent, her future is already decided.'
Chapter 2
Caristia is taken into training
All Rufo's guests reclined on the elegant couches, propping themselves up on their left elbows as custom demanded, all looking eager for their evening meal, the only main meal of the day. They had spent the afternoon in the main Stabian Baths, luxuriating themselves in the steam rooms, having their skin scraped clean by young male slaves, plunging headlong into freezing pools of crystal clear water and finally, being massaged by the powerful hands of Turkish eunuchs whose lives were dedicated to their art. Now, facing in towards the low tables decked with fastidiously prepared food, they were all ravenous.
'Rufo, I hear you have some fresh stock,' said a young man, barely out of his twenties with rich black hair and, as was conventional, a short growth of dark beard. 'And some interesting ones at that, apparently.' He laughed as he took a glass of wine mixed with water from a dark-haired young slavegirl. He held her thin wrist as she reached forward to serve him, and she pulled back instinctively against his firm grip. 'More willing than this one, I think,' he said, laughing as he let her go and she rushed away red-faced and embarrassed to refill the serving amphora.
'Dear Lucretius Fronto, how do you get to hear of these things? You must have spies all over Pompeii,' said Rufo, beckoning the flustered and frightened Innocenti to refill his glass. 'Sometimes I think some of my own slaves must be in your pay.' The young girl hurried over and tipped the blue glass amphora until the lemon-coloured wine gurgled freely over the carefully shaped neck. 'Careful girl!' shouted Rufo as some of the wine spilled onto his hand. 'Careful!'
'If this is one of your new girls, my dear Olconio Rufo, the only interesting thing she demonstrates is her stupidity.' Rufo's face tightened in anger. 'Perhaps the talents of your new slave is disobedience Rufo,' mocked Fronto.
'Kneel girl!' Rufo shouted at Innocenti. 'At my feet.' The young girl knelt nervously and hung her head, exposing her small breasts in the fold of her loose, open-necked tunic. She licked her lips edgily and her hands shook with fear.
'Such obedience, my dear Rufo. No wonder your services are sought throughout Pompeii,' jeered the young man. 'If this is the quality of your stock, my friend, I do not think you will be parting me from any of my money.'
Rufo scowled at Innocenti and she flushed as she felt the heat of his stare.
'Bend over, girl!' he shouted angrily. 'You will be punished for your disobedience!' Innocenti flinched at the loudness of his voice, then keeping her knees together, she dropped forward obediently onto her still shaking hands. The low neck of her tunic opened more, revealing the small points of her hardened nipples as they tightened with her increasing anxiety. 'Magnus!' shouted Rufo. 'Bring in Caristia to serve while I punish this one.'
Magnus entered the room with Caristia on a short lead tied to a collar around her slender neck. She looked around fleetingly then dropped her bright blue eyes and followed Magnus as he led her to a serving table. She wore a short white tunic and looked fragile and delicate as she walked obediently behind him. Fronto obviously noticed her, and was clearly taken by her Saxon charm, but he was keen to taunt Rufo more and pretended to ignore her.
'Ah, Magnus,' said Fronto, picking up a fig and carefully teasing it apart to reveal the pink inner flesh. 'A free man now, I believe. Rufo, you are indeed an emancipated soul. There are no slaves in my household who will ever gain their freedom I can assure you. Not a one. Consider yourself fortunate, Magnus, that you had a soft master.'
'Well, my splendid guest,' said Rufo, both annoyed and embarrassed by Fronto's continued criticism. 'Tell me your desires and I will be surprised if they are not readily available from my little harem.'
'From what I have seen I will be surprised if they are, my friend. Even so, for my own amusement I will tell you.'
Caristia stood where she had been left by Magnus, the leather leash trailing from the collar at her neck and her eyes taking fleeting and secretive glances around the room. She had never seen such richness before and she shook with excitement as the finely dressed, reclining men picked at the food laid out on the low tables. Fronto looked at her and, although she dropped her eyes quickly she was unable to prevent a faint red flush of embarrassment covering her face and chest. He smiled but still ignored her.
'Proceed then,' urged Rufo, sipping his wine. 'We are all waiting for the benefit of your wisdom on these matters.'
'First, my friend, I would like to see the wretch at your feet punished.'
Rufo bent and lifted the hem of Innocenti's tunic. Her bottom was smooth and taut and the tight crack between her buttocks was an appetising valley that, with her knees close together, revealed nothing of her other delights. Only the slightest gap was apparent at the top of her thighs and that, so small - so delicate a triangle of space - that not even a wisp of her pubic hair could be seen in its sheltering sanctuary. Rufo smoothed his hand across both her cheeks, feeling their firmness, testing their elasticity as he would the skin on a drum. He smiled to himself, as if the touch of young flesh reminded him of everything that was good in his life and he breathed in deeply, as if inhaling her very essence.
'Do you realise you have done wrong?' he asked Innocenti.
'Yes, master,' she replied nervously. 'I am sorry.'
'But sadly that is not enough. You see my fine guest wants to see you suffer for your misdeeds and I cannot disappoint him.'
Innocenti screwed up her eyes as if she was already feeling the stinging pain of his hand across her bottom.
Rufo pulled the hem of her tunic higher, exposing her narrow hips and slim waist before dropping it back between her shallow shoulder blades. Caristia lifted her head slightly and looked at Innocenti. Her frailty, her submission and her impending punishment conspired to excite Caristia and, as she saw the pink, hard tips of the young girl's nipples glancing against the thin material of her loose tunic she felt a growing moistness between the satiny edges of her cunt. She lifted her head higher and leant forward against the leather collar that was bound tightly around her neck. The constriction caused her to catch her breath but she did not ease back.
Rufo smiled at Fronto, then without further warning brought his hand down across the girl's bottom. It smacked loudly against her youthful skin and instantly she dipped her back, tightening her buttocks and squirming with pain.
'Stay still!' Rufo shouted angrily as Fronto laughed at the girl's weakness. 'Your master has ordered you. Stay still!'
Innocenti lifted her bottom as much as she could, but she was already shaking all over and could not keep properly still. She bit her lips and screwed up her eyes even tighter but this time tears squeezed from her eyelids and ran down her cheeks as she began to whimper.
'I see the girl is the pick of your crop, my friend,' jeered Fronto with delight. 'Perhaps you would like me to discipline her for you. That is if she is too much for you!'
