Being Slave Owner in Ancient Rome
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 28
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 28 - The father gave the mother's mating rights to his son Killian, who watched his son rape his mother while Sarah gave him a blowjob of his erect penis. The mother was not happy at first, even though Killian, who she gave birth to, looked very much in line with Greek aesthetics. At first it was simply rape. But just like the barbaric Rome conquered the civilized Greece, the mother was eventually conquered by her son's strong body and huge penis, and later fell in love with her conqueror.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter
Are these the slave rebels who defeated the three governors? As if it were a child’s play, how did they come up with sniping when the warship was about to land?
After three rounds of light javelin throwing, the slave rebels left hundreds of corpses and collapsed.
The legion got off the boat and went straight to Messina City to cut trees and set up camp inside and outside Rome. They were all veterans and did not need much instructions from Aquilius. The lieutenants began to act on their own.
“Woo woo woo~” The military bugle sounded, the gates of Messina opened, and the slave rebels came out. They probably felt that they had the advantage in numbers and could eat up this Roman vanguard.
Before Marius’s military reform, soldiers had to prepare their own weapons and protective gear. The army assigned them to different positions according to their equipment. The soldiers’ weapons were of different shapes, and standing together was not much different from fighting gangs on the street. The so-called knight class was those warriors who were rich enough to provide their own horses.
After Marius’s military reform, all weapons and equipment were provided by the state, the troops were uniform, and the shield wall was spliced together without any shortcomings.
The soldiers of the Roman legion slowly picked up their weapons, cleaned up their armor, and began to line up, marching at the same pace under the command of their superiors.
The two armies began to approach, with the front row being the light javelin infantry, who were young recruits, armed with several light javelins. The heads of these light javelins had been modified by Marius, and the spears would crack after impact, making it impossible for the enemy to throw them back.
Aquilius rode on his horse and slowly followed the team.
The slave rebels on the opposite side began to run.
“Woo~” As soon as the bugle sounded, the army stopped, and the light javelin soldiers made long-range projections under the command of the officers. After several rounds of projections, the slave rebels had a crop of wheat cut.
Aquilius observed the rebels’ formations, some of them holding swords, some holding forks, some holding shields, and some holding pot lids, and they were very slow in filling the gaps in the formations. Rubbish! He had already made a judgment.
“Woo~” As soon as the bugle sounded, the light javelin soldiers threw their javelins and returned from the gap in the line. The front row became the back row, and the heavy infantry began to close the line.
“Woo~” As soon as the bugle sounded, the two armies were very close. The heavy infantry threw heavy javelins and cut another crop of wheat, destroying the enemy’s formation.
The heavy infantry was equipped with heavy javelins, long shields, short swords, helmets, patched armor, belts, skirts, and cloaks. The veterans and cavalry responsible for attacking even wore chain mail. After the trials of the Jugurtha War and the Cimbrian War, this is an army that can be used as a dividing point of the times.
The enemy also threw a round of javelins, and the army raised a shield wall for defense, which did not cause any losses. The light javelin soldiers in the back row pulled out a few unlucky wounded soldiers for treatment and filled the gaps in the formation.
“Hua La La~” With a thunderous sound, the two armies collided.
Aquilius rode back and forth on his warhorse, observing the battle line. In just a moment, an instinctive intuition, he squeezed the horse’s belly and drove the warhorse to rush out, and the cavalry behind him followed him.
His warhorse was covered with leather armor, and there were bronze plates on both sides of the saddle, which could not only help stabilize the riding posture, but also protect the calves.
They rushed out from the side and attacked the enemy’s flank. The cavalry attacked the infantry, just like adults rushing into a group of children. Aquilius was also attacked by flying arrows and flying stones, but the cavalry held shields and wore mail, so these attacks could not hurt them.
When approaching the enemy general, he took out the heavy javelin and threw it out, and the cavalry behind him threw it out. The people in the enemy general’s area fell down in a large number. It was over, he thought.
As he thought, the rebels soon began to disintegrate. It was too easy. He observed the rebels on the city wall. They ran back and forth like headless flies, and their body movements were so flustered, like a little girl who was about to be raped.
So he made a bold decision and chased the rebels into Messina. Messina was captured that day, and everyone in the city was slaughtered.
Who doesn’t love bonfire parties? Especially listening to stories at bonfire parties.
In addition to the food and drinks for the bonfire party, you have to buy them yourself, which is really too corrupt. But one thing is that since you spend your own money to buy wine, women can also drink.
The slaves sat near the bonfire, looking at the master with shining eyes, listening to his story carefully. The butler Lupus sat among the Cimbri and repeated the master’s words in broken German.
The master wore a crown, naked, and stood on a stone in front of the dining hall with a wine glass, talking about his experience in Triocala with great enthusiasm.
“Atheneon, I tore off his arm, and he grew another arm. I cut off one of his legs, and he grew another leg. I cut off his head, and he grew another head. I killed him dozens of times, and his limbs were everywhere in the palace, but I couldn’t kill him. So I thought, their religions are all about purity, I want to destroy his chastity, but I can’t fuck him, because Jews don’t fuck dogs. So I had an idea, and I thought of a way. I cut off his penis and inserted it into his own asshole, letting him defile himself. I cut off his head, and he really died.”
Sophia bit a sour strawberry, she spit it out and stuffed it into Philax’s mouth.
The story is very legendary, and the crown on the master’s head proves that he did kill Athenion.
When the master was excited, his penis erected, he waved his hand, and Senna ran over to give him a blowjob.
The people around Sophia swallowed their saliva at the same time. The penis worship and body worship of this family are very clear, that is, the master. Regardless of gender, they all want to take the master’s penis into their bodies and get the master’s semen with divine power. Slaves from all over the world originally had their own worship, but gradually these worships faded, and the worship of the master was very strong.
The master’s penis already has a replica. When the master was fully erect, the potter made a mold for the penis with clay and fired a large number of pottery. This pottery penis sold for 4 small coins. The potter said that this pottery penis should be the only penis decoration in Sicily.
“My slaves, you are my slaves, and you can also be the king of Israel. Pass it down, everyone will be the king of Israel once.” The master drank and enjoyed oral sex, threw the crown over, and he picked up Senna and fucked him.
A quick-reacting Cimbri jumped up to catch the crown and put it on his head.
“Hahaha,???” the Cimbri said with a laugh, waving his hands to signal other slaves to salute him.
Sophia and the other slaves saluted him, because everyone had a chance to wear it.
The people who wore the crown either acted arrogant or did some funny actions, until the Persian cook with a curvy figure, who put on the crown and undressed to dance in the Persian style. The flesh on her buttocks rolled violently, which was very seductive under the light of the fire, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
Sophia noticed that Senna had been fucked to death. The master put her on the blanket where the mistress sat, and walked towards the bonfire with his erect penis shaking.
He threw the crown on the Persian cook’s head to someone else, pressed the cook to the ground, grabbed her buttocks and hair and fucked her from behind.
“Pa pa pa~” The flesh on the Persian cook’s buttocks was indeed very thick.
The glassmaker squeezed through the crowd, got under the cook, let his daughter lie on him, and he took the master’s scrotum into his mouth and sucked it. The cook untied her father’s loincloth, put the penis into her mouth and gave him a blowjob.
The slaves gradually quieted down, and the lovers snuggled and groped each other, watching the master fuck the cook.
In any nation, being a glassmaker is very despised, but since everyone is already a slave, it is a privilege to participate in the master’s sex, not to mention getting the master’s magical semen. So some people are not ashamed, but proud.
No matter how the disease is treated elsewhere, the slaves in this family feel a little uncomfortable, and the first thing they think of is the master’s semen. Because the master can heal any wound by himself, if they are injured, the slaves must first use the master’s urine to wash the wound, then apply the master’s semen, and then bandage it, so that they can feel at ease.
Some lovers took off their clothes and fucked together, and the bonfire party gradually turned into a group sex meeting. Adultery is prohibited, unless it is with the master, so everyone mates with their spouse.
The sound of spring is earth-shaking, and a smell is wafting.
Senna had rested, and came to kiss the master and knead his nipples.
Sophia saw that over there, Potter was holding her ass and fucking her, and old Potter was grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth.
Sophia’s mother, as a sex slave of the guard Alkan, could only have sex in the inner court. Although Alkan liked to brag, so all the slaves knew about it, but no slave had ever seen it. And Manya dared to be fucked by the father and son of Potter in front of all the slaves.
The lying Filax suddenly stood up and shook his body. Sophia, who was very familiar with it, felt something was wrong. She stood up and wanted to escape back to her residence.
Filax pushed her over, she lay flat on the ground, and refused to cooperate with it. It bit her panties and picked her up.
It climbed up and pressed her down, and she was immediately pressed down and couldn’t move.
“Hoho~” The slaves who found her movements started to make a noise.
Its penis stretched out and turned on her ass to find the hole, but was blocked by the underwear designed by the master.
“Sophia, your husband wants to fuck you, why are you still wearing underwear? Let me help you untie it.” An illiterate slave who usually disliked her said.
“No.”
The underwear was a knotted strip of cloth on both sides of her waist. She was pressed and unable to move, and the underwear was easily untied and torn off.
Felax’s penis entered her pussy with ease.
She looked sideways under Felax, and everyone gathered around her, even those who were fucking her pussy stopped. She never thought that the clown at the bonfire party would be her.
Someone took wood from the bonfire and illuminated the junction between her and Felax. Being stared at by so many people, she felt that her pussy was more sensitive. In extreme shame, she climaxed.
“Sophia climaxed, she was fucked by the pig.”
The climax made her pussy wriggle constantly, squeezing out some of its semen, which slid down her skin all the way to her nipples.
I am a slave girl, I have no shame! She silently encouraged herself in her heart, but her pussy was very sensitive, and soon she was fucked to climax again.
“The Jewish king Philax made his princess climax twice, let’s cheer for Philax!”
“Hurrah!”
Philax wore the crown of Israel and didn’t get down from under her until he emptied his semen.
She climaxed several times and her hands and feet were numb and she couldn’t get up.
“Okay, put out the bonfire, go to bed.” The master said.
She was picked up by the master and walked into the river next to her to wash.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She shed tears silently.
After being cleaned, she was carried up by her master and sent to the bedroom.
Twenty thousand elite soldiers gathered in Messina. Aquilius had no interest in occupying the city. His goal was to end the war here as soon as possible and return to the Cimbrian front.
He rushed straight to Triocara and surrounded the city to attack the reinforcements. The Roman legion fought engineering and logistics, so it was a bit risky for him to do so.
In the military tent, Aquilius was surprised to read the intelligence that had just been tortured. Vicissus broke into Triocara alone, killed Athenion and left!
“Is this true?”
“General, many slaves confessed so, and some claimed to have seen it with their own eyes.”
“Call the messenger.”
“General.” The messenger walked into the military tent and saluted him.
“How far is it from here to Agrigento?” The messenger named Castor was very familiar with Sicily. Now that the war was imminent, he was not needed, so it was better to let him go first to see if he could find it.
“I can ride a mule for one day, and it will take two days to march.”
“I learned that an old friend of mine, the Vestal priest Mania, is living in Agrigento. You go to her and give her the letter. If you haven’t found her in two days, you can come back.”
“Yes.”
Aquilius wrote a friendly letter, asking Mania to be careful of the fleeing soldiers, and if she needs help, he will give her something in return. No matter how much exaggeration there is, it is certain that Vicius is extremely brave. It is really difficult to prevent such a person from assassinating. He does not intend to be his enemy now, but to keep him in Sicily.
Faced with such a fierce and resolute Roman legion, it is either a decisive battle or a siege.
Referring to the slave uprising 30 years ago, the tragic situation after the siege, the resurrected Athenian sent messengers to prepare to encircle and annihilate the Roman army outside the city.
Some people are elders, some are beggars, the difference between people is so great, and the army is the same.
Having fought with the fearless Cimbri, beating these slave rebels is as easy as a strong man beating a woman.
The rebels who came back from various cities surrounded the legion, but the legion had long been accustomed to the way of fighting with the Cimbri, the enemy jumped out from all sides or even from the trees as soon as they engaged in battle. They even learned to listen to the chirping of insects to judge whether there was an ambush.
Using a pigeon for divination, the priest of Mars obtained the divination result of “auspicious”, and the messenger conveyed the divination result to the whole army.
“Attack.” Aquilius ordered the deputy general.
“Woo~” As the bugle sounded, the hexagonal army marched towards the rebels of Triocala. Facing the main force of the rebels with 10,000 troops, the remaining five teams each had 2,000 people. The 2,000 cavalry were divided into 20 teams, and they were interspersed according to circumstances.
The army followed the rules, and the deputy general, the thousand-man captain, the centurion captain, and the decapitation captain each performed their duties. After the army started, the main general became an idler.
Aquilius rode a warhorse and looked for the figure of Athenion in the battle line. Killing these things blessed by God could give him a strong sense of accomplishment. He liked to make these people’s heads into wine glasses, oil lamps and other supplies, and tell the guests about their origins one by one when entertaining guests.
The army began to collide, and he combed the mane of the warhorse with his fingers.
“General, is that Athenion over there?”
He stood up on the warhorse and observed the direction pointed by the cavalry captain. He was wearing armor different from the surroundings, and it seemed to be. I hope Athenion will not do such a dirty thing as using a substitute, otherwise he will make Athenion’s head into a urinal.
Fighting is an art, just like inspiration to a painter. Aquilius trusts his intuition very much. He watched all the changes on the battlefield. Two enemy flags were flapping, and some people around Athenion began to move.
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