Chapter 3

I had my four girls and dog stay with the two toddlers, in a tent of their own. I figured Tyranus could kill and eat almost any problem they might have.

I led Mirna to my tent with her two older girls. She was only eighteen, not nearly old enough to be their mother. She was their older sister. The three-year-old, Erel, was from a hero couple who lived near her. Her only children were the toddler boy, and the baby she had inside her. She only had the beginning of a pregnancy lump. Occasionally I could feel her belly move as the baby kicked.

I got to know them a little. Mirna’s youngest sister Imma was fourteen and the other, Ana, was fifteen. The four of us cuddled for warmth as the evening cooled down. I had a hand resting on Mirna’s belly and said, “I would like some love. Bottom love?” I slowly slid my hand down between her legs.

She looked very fearful. “No bottom love! No hurt baby!” She made a motion of a finger moving toward her belly, then poked my cheek. She was afraid that if I entered her, it would hurt the baby. When my wife was pregnant, she only refused me in the last month, when she entertained me with her mouth instead.

I sadly asked again, hoping she would change her mind; “No bottom love?”

She said, “Bottom love Ana. Bottom love Imma.” She was offering me her little sisters!

She rolled over and put my hand on her rear. “Top love? Use top?”

I quickly stripped and lifted the bottom of her long tunic. There was no way I would pass up a chance to use the beauty’s nicely rounded ass! I put a little oil on my cock and between her butt cheeks. I slowly slid a finger in and out of her dirty hole, getting it nice and slippery.

The two other girls sat at the end of the bed, looking at my penis. Both put a hand between their legs and started rubbing themselves. I eased my rod into Mirna’s asshole, gently and slowly. I was surprised when she smiled, “Mmm! Like!” I was nearly all the way in, when she asked; “BIG! BIG! Slow!”

I stopped a moment, letting her adjust. I slowly pulled back a little and continued. She moaned, “FULL! So big!”

“Do you want me to stop? Does it hurt a lot?”

“No. Do slow. Nice.”

I put a little more oil on my shaft and continued. She got used to it, and I sped up a little. It felt amazing! It was very tight and so naughty, fucking her butt! And doing it in front of her sisters! I looked at the girls rubbing their pussies, as I enjoyed the wet, slippery pressure on my cock. In and out, so hot, so tight and sexy!

I reached under her and felt her breasts, as I stuffed her ass, over and over. I could feel her reach underneath, and manipulate her pussy. The baby inside her started kicking and each time I felt a pressure on my cock! So nice! I kept up the joyful stroking, in and out, until I shot off into her colon. “UNGH! YEAH! YES! SO GOOD!”

I stopped moving, and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her, as she rubbed herself to climax. “Mmm! AH! AH! AAAIIIEEEE!” As the two of us panted and relaxed, I heard Ana orgasm; “UH! UH! YUH! EEEEEE!”

Ana had been penetrated several times before but came for the first time watching me do her sister’s butt. She laid on top of me, breathing hard, and kissed my ear.

Imma kept going a little while, feeling good, but wasn’t developed enough to climax. We cleaned up and had a little wine, talking some more. I realized that if she were noble instead of a slave, I’d happily marry Mirna.

At breakfast the next morning, I overheard a loud conversation between a miller and his new apprentice. I realized the older man was partly deaf from the constant noise of pounding grain into flour. He explained, “You need to be careful which grains you use for which flour. Bread flour should be mostly spelt or spelt and einkorn wheat. If you put in emmer wheat or too much einkorn, the bread doesn’t rise well.”

“Emmer is such a pain! The seeds are so hard you need to pound ‘em three times as long!”

“Yes, but that’s why it lasts a long time until it’s pounded or ground. The legions use most of it, to take with them on long marches. They always take a portable mill and two or three millers, to make flour on site. They have a mobile bakery and some bakers, too.

Until somebody mills it into flour, emmer can last four or five years! It’s not great for bread, but makes a good breakfast porridge with berries, or better yet, cheese and butter. It also makes a decent dark flatbread if you mix in a little rye.

Spelt is the most expensive grain, but pure spelt flour is the best. That’s what’s in expensive white bread, and spiras and enkythoi, the fancy pastries rich people eat.”

They left and a fruit merchant and a vintner took their places behind me. “Why do you want raisins, instead of fresh grapes like usual?”

“For passum wine. People love it for celebrations. It’s sweet and very strong. Can you get me three wagon loads of dark raisins tomorrow?”

“Of course! Shall we say ... hmmm ... five denari a talent? That’s about three aureus per wagon.”

“Four per talent?”

“Four and a half, for an old friend?”

“Agreed.”

Until the day Narvus found them, none of my new redheads had ever been more than a half-day walk from their farm. I’d take them nearly two thousand miles, from the northern border of Caledonia, which would one day divide England and Scottland, to my hometown Balit on the island of Skiathos. It was only twenty leagues east of Thermopylae, the “Hot Gates”, where the legendary Leonidas and his 300 Spartans held off the whole Persian Empire when Rome was just a small city-state.

Mirna’s late husband wasn’t very good at planning or farming, and they rarely had any extra food to sell. Many times they went hungry, until Mirna started giving a neighbor sexual favors in exchange for wheat, eggs, and milk.

When Mirna’s first baby was born they were desperate. They traded a basket of wheat and two chickens for Ana’s “baby wall”, her virginity. A week after that, they made a long-term deal. The neighbor got mouth love from Mirna, Ana and Imma once a week each, in exchange for a pitcher of milk and six eggs a day. Even after that very uneven deal, the family was close to starving half the time.

I explained the value of money a little. I put a sestertius on the table. “One chicken.” I touched the coin again. “Ten eggs.” Again... “Three pitchers milk”.

I added another of the bronze coins. “One basket wheat.” I put four coins together and said, “Ana baby wall.” They nodded.

I shook my head and added thirty-six more. “Baby wall.” They looked like they understood, they had been badly cheated.

Long ago a soldier who spent most of his pay on women told me a young girl’s virginity was worth at least ten denari, even in the poorest areas. In Rome, a virgin’s first time cost at least thirty, and a blowjob cost up to five, depending on the woman’s attractiveness.

I removed half the pennies, leaving twenty. I put five silver denari on the table. I pointed to both stacks and said, “Same.” All three of them nodded.

I further explained, one gold Aureus is worth 25 denari, or a hundred sestertius. That’s equal to five large pigs, a good horse, or two cows. Two Aureus is the cost of a small house. Their farm was 35 acnua of land, five hectares or just over twelve acres, which would sell for about thirty aureus so far from Rome. A single acna in the capital was worth ten times that!

I planned to keep the redheads with me a long time, maybe for life. I could just make them do what I wanted, but they would try harder to make me happy if they were happy too. I figured I would make them a few special deals. It might teach them a little more about trade and money and give them a chance to get something for themselves in Belgica.

I put 4 sestertius on the table and said, “Ana baby wall.” They nodded. I put an Aureus there instead, kissed Imma’s forehead, and asked; “Imma baby wall?” They eagerly nodded.

I gently took fourteen-year-old Imma’s virginity. Her sparsely-furred baby hole was very tight, and wonderful. Her red hair was so exotic and pretty! I did my best to resist climax, and tried hard to get her over the edge, but she wasn’t developed enough to cum yet. I squirted into her after a long, long time.

Mirna stood, saying “Milk baby Dirk.” That sounded very wrong, but I hadn’t really grasped the grammar of their language yet. She took Imma and Ana to the other tent, and returned with little three-year-old Erel and the baby. Dirk latched onto her breast hungrily, and I enjoyed watching him suck on her sexy little tit. Eren climbed on top of her and suckled, but for only a little while. She knew to save most of it for the tiny boy. I wrapped my arm around the three of them. I hadn’t felt this happy and relaxed since I left home. Venus’ gift was wonderful!

In the morning we greeted the ninth legion, which was replacing us, and boarded the ships. The sea was a little rougher than usual, but the strong wind would make the journey much quicker, a bit over three days instead of five. Moving horses by sea was difficult and dangerous, so we left the horses and wagons with the arriving legion. We would get replacements when we reached Belgica.