Being Slave Owner in Ancient Rome
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 32
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 32 - 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
The maintenance of the body is directly related to food.
Sophia’s food is better than Senna’s, so she is taller than Senna. But her height only reaches her husband’s collarbone and Castor’s nose.
If a family wants to train a child to be a warrior, it will invest a lot in food.
After becoming the mistress of this family, Sophia has become much plumper, and her ribs are no longer as clearly visible as before, but she missed the stage of growing up, and she will never be able to have plump breasts and hips like Manya, who was born in aristocracy.
Today’s breakfast is chickpea flower and pork buns. Sophia picked up two meat buns from the table and stood up to look for Castor. She walked to Castor and saw that his breakfast was steamed buns and vegetable batter.
This slave feeds his mule whatever he eats. He does intelligence gathering and earns more than other slaves, but he is still financially tight. It has been like this for six years, which is also an advantage that she appreciates.
Since she plans to take him as a lover, she will naturally not let him have a bad meal.
“Mistress?”
“Call me Sofia.”
“Sophia.”
“Here are meat buns for you.”
“Thank you ... Sophia.”
This is equivalent to announcing to the slaves that she has added a slave lover after the animal lover. In a few days, the whole of Agrigento will know about it, and then spread to other cities.
Returning to the family’s round table, sitting down to eat breakfast with everyone, Manya ate while smiling at a piece of papyrus.
The meat bun was half bitten, and the grease flowed down Manya’s fingers. She stuffed the bun into her mouth and stretched out her hand to Potter. Potter took her fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
Mania swallowed the bun and said with a smile: “This paragraph is very interesting. I will read it to you: According to her slaves, her clitoris is as long as a man’s penis, and she often has sex with her female slaves. We have reason to suspect that she not only wants to conquer women with her pseudo-penis that imitates men poorly, but also wants to conquer men with that dirty thing, just like her behavior.”
Sophia ate the bun and listened to Mania reading, thinking what kind of woman can have a clitoris as long as a man’s penis?
Mania continued to read in a rhythmic voice, like a character on stage: “She dared to reach into the homes protected by their fathers and husbands, and forcibly took their wives and children out to force them to work. She instilled vicious ideas into women and children, asking them to fight against their loving fathers and husbands. The strongest wind is not as harsh as her roar, and the darkest night is not as dark as her internal organs.”
Sophia felt something was wrong and asked Mania: “Mother, what kind of paper is this?”
“The Biography of Sophia, daughter-in-law, you are famous!” Mania handed the paper over.
Words have many uses, and someone chose to use it to scold her, which made her very angry. They were all distorting the facts and taking things out of context.
“Come with me for a walk.” Mania said to her after breakfast.
Mania rarely talked to her alone, so she followed him, and the guards who were guarding them followed her.
“Who do you think is spreading this rumor to scold you?” Mania said.
“The person whose foot I stepped on.” She said.
“Guess where this person is?”
“He shouldn’t dare to stay in Agrigento, he should be in a nearby city.”
“The person who spread this paper is running for city governor in Italy. He is using incitement to others’ disgust with you to increase votes.” Mania shook her head and said.
“I’m not in Italy, what’s the point of attacking me?”
“People vote for emotions rather than rationality. As long as you mobilize the emotions of common hatred, you can get votes. This is politics.”
They walked to the beach south of the temple. The morning breeze was very cool. Mania sat down on the stone chair built by the stonemason, and Sofia sat down beside her.
“It doesn’t matter. He can’t hurt me.” Sofia said.
“Sophia, you are very spiritual. It is rare for a person born in an ordinary family to have such ambitions, but your method is wrong.” Mania said, looking at the distance where the sea and the sky meet.
“What’s wrong?”
“You only helped a few hundred women in these workshops, but you are hostile to all the men. Politics should unite the majority and be hostile to the minority, but you do the opposite.”
“Then..., mother, what should I do?”
“All women in this world are dependent on men, and you are also dependent on Vicissus to achieve what you have now. What right do you have to educate female workers not to be dependent on men?”
Sophia was silent. She was teaching female workers to reduce their dependence on men by making money, so that they can gain more autonomy. She was distorted into not being dependent on men, but she did not defend herself and waited for the next step.
“I have invited all the retired Vesta priests to come to my temple. I want to turn this place into a retirement home for Vesta priests. They will like it after staying in the small and cramped Vesta Temple for 30 years. In this way, this temple can continue after my death. Although I have no offspring to continue, my achievements can continue. After we die, Vicissus will definitely leave here. Without an heir, what can you leave behind?”
“Mother, what should I do?” She was still convinced by Mania’s vision.
“Rome was not built in a day, and your ideals cannot be realized by one person. You must continue your achievements and let other Sophias realize their ideals on your basis. Don’t go against the men of Agrigento anymore and give up protecting a few women. Eating the seeds can only save one person, but planting the seeds can save a group of people.”
Indeed, the author is dead, and the book can still be passed down, but who will read her book?
“Don’t spend too much energy on these dull female workers. The ones who can really help you are precisely the ones you reject - the rich businessmen and nobles. Write a book called “How to Get Rich” to record your experience in running these female workers’ workshops. People who want to get rich will naturally buy it and read it, and your ideas will spread out for fun.”
“Open a salon, invite the ladies, give them books, take them to visit the workshops, show them how powerful the hostess of the workshops is, and they will flock to open workshops, and your spirit will spread. The dead live in the memory of the living, and you will be immortal because of this.”
“Teach all my experiences to others?” Sophia was a little surprised. Who doesn’t hold their business skills tightly?
“Unless you find a slave to give birth to a child, Sophia, everything you have done will be gone after you die. There is no heir to this family, don’t forget this. I’m going into the temple, think about it yourself.”
Mania took two steps and turned back, smiling and said: “If I were you, I would write a book “Excellent Protector”, put the things you want to do directly on the heads of some nobles, saying that they are already doing it, and praise their kindness and integrity. It’s enough if someone is willing to believe it, can they still deny the compliment to themselves? Praising to death is more vicious than belittling.”
“I will think about it, mother.”
Manya and her female guards entered the temple, while Sofia was still sitting by the sea, thinking.
The machines in the spinning and weaving workshops have been improved by craftsmen for several years, suitable for a large group of workers to work together in a streamlined manner. Taking others to visit the workshop? She had never thought of such a thing, but Manya was right. Unless she gave birth to an heir, all this would eventually pass without a trace.
“Madam, the team is ready.” The wife of the butler Lupus, the Cimbri slave Hilda, came over and said.
Sophia turned around and saw 12 fully armed guards riding mules, waiting by the roadside.
A female worker reported to her that a girl was gang-raped by the slaves in her family. The itinerary for this morning was set yesterday.
“Bring the wind.” Usually she could ride any mule when she went out, but now she wanted to ride the wind, riding on her lover’s spouse.
The guards with extra mounts returned to the manor to replace the mule with the wind.
“Let’s go.” Sofia rode on the Swift, was protected in the team, and set off for the city.
“To do business with the Vicissi family.” They stopped in front of a building with a pottery shop along the street in the city, and the guards began to drive the crowd away.
Sophia rode on the Swift, combed its mane with her fingers, and recalled Mania’s advice: don’t go against the men of Agrigento anymore, don’t spend too much energy on these dull female workers.
“Mistress (honorific title).” A bald Latin man came over and saluted her, and a guard felt him for weapons.
“Someone reported that you let slaves rape your daughter. Is it true?” She rode on the Swift and lowered her head to ask the Latin man.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I found her a suitable fiancé, an old friend of mine who is a glassmaker. But my daughter gave her virginity to an unemployed rogue. She is lowly, wanton, and shameless. I let the slaves take turns to have sex with her, just to fulfill her lowliness.”
“Go in and take a look.” She said.
The Cimbri guards began to pour into the shop, and there was a commotion.
Sophia got off her horse and walked into the yard under the protection of four guards. She saw several slaves kneeling on the ground and a fire burning in the pottery furnace.