Being Slave Owner in Ancient Rome
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 35
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 35 - 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
Little Porter gave the hostess Manya a bath and helped her go to bed. He went to the only room with a window on the second floor to drink alone.
He has always been favored by the hostess and hostess and is their lover, but as he grows older, his sense of crisis becomes stronger and stronger.
Although he had been very careful to remove every hair, he had grown into a strong man. As the male master’s pedophile, he was no longer qualified.
As the mistress’s lover, he suffered an unprecedented crisis. When the mistress came back tonight, she had many scars on her body and the semen of the German slaves remained in her body, but she looked in a good mood. It was obvious that he could not satisfy her like the German slaves.
After taking a bath, the mistress did not have sex with him as usual, but fell asleep quickly because she was tired. Jealousy and a sense of crisis made him unable to sleep.
The master went out to play and would jump in through this window when he came back.
Little Porter was waiting here. He hoped to talk to the master alone for a few words to calm his restless heart.
He waited until late at night and began to worry about the master. Usually, the master should have come back by this time.
He looked out the window in the room and waited until the early morning when the familiar voice finally appeared and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The master ran over naked with a wooden box in his hand. He stepped aside from the window, and the master jumped onto the window and jumped in.
“Why haven’t you slept yet?” The master asked him, looking at the wooden box in the corner.
“I’m waiting for you, master. Do you want to take a bath?” he asked. The master was wet, as if he had washed in the river, but his lower body was still covered with a lot of mud and grass juice, as if he had run a long way.
“You go to bed, I’ll wash myself.” The master said.
He followed the master downstairs with an oil lamp and entered the bathroom. When the master saw him following, he lay on the bath bed. For a house slave like him, not being needed is the most terrible thing.
He lit the oil lamps in the four corners of the bathroom, and the bathroom was lit with a dim light.
“Master, do you want to wash your hair?” he asked.
“Wash it.” He walked over, put up his master’s golden hair, raised his penis, and urinated on his master’s head. After wetting his hair, he grabbed a handful of ash and rubbed it into his master’s hair. “The mistress had a lot of fun today.” He said. “Well, are you jealous?” the master said. “I feel alienated from the master and mistress, and I feel scared.” “Birds are scared when they jump out of the nest for the first time.” “I want to be with the master and mistress forever.” He was shocked when he heard what the master said, and said hurriedly.
“When I first met you, you were still a child.” The master said, reaching out his hand, grabbing his balls and twisting them.
With the master grabbing his balls, he felt more secure. This was an intimate act, and his penis swelled unconsciously.
“That time we went to the house of the guest, the priest of Sibelius was castrating a boy, Manya asked me if I wanted to castrate you, you begged me not to castrate you, how did I answer you?”
“Master, if you want, I am willing to castrate you now.” After castration, the body will become more like a woman. If it can make the master’s love continue, he is willing to suffer such pain.
The master shook his head and said, “I said at the time that you would get married and have children.”
“I just want to stay with the master forever, I don’t want to marry anyone else.”
“Rinse your hair.”
He scooped up clean water and washed away the urine and wood ash on the master’s head. The water flowed out of the small holes in the low-lying areas on the mosaic floor tiles.
He wet the master’s body with water, then sprinkled the ash on the master and rubbed his body.
“I watched you grow from a child to a man. You are my pedophile and also like my son. This manor needs an heir. Manya is infertile, and you have the same blood as her. I will adopt you as my adopted son and let you marry and have children.” The master said.
The master actually plans to adopt himself?!!
Little Potter never dreamed that he would be adopted by the master and become the master’s heir. He was so excited that his hands trembled.
Another mistress who was only a few years older than him, Sophia, firmly grasped the power of the manor. Although he had no chance of power in this life, it was the supreme honor to be the adopted son of the demigod Vicissus, and it was a kinship that could never be cut off!
“Master!” He reached out and held the master’s penis and balls. This penis that had conquered him countless times slowly swelled up under his touch.
He opened his mouth and took his most admired penis into his mouth for oral sex, and felt a little itchy in his asshole.
Thanks to the dissection of the human body during the mummification process, Egypt is the birthplace of world medicine. Doctors from all over the world who want to improve themselves must go to Egypt to study.
As an Egyptian, Nefeli has always been proud of her country’s superb medicine, but her teacher Brani asked her to come to Sicily to learn the art of midwifery.
The tuition fee for half a year is as high as 10 gold coins, but fortunately, food and accommodation are free.
The name Nefeli means “beauty is coming” in Egyptian. It was once the name of a queen. She is confident that her appearance does not disgrace this name. She was born into a noble family, but her family suffered a change and became displaced. The old doctor Brani discovered her medical talent, funded her and raised her.
The midwifery of the Temple of Mania Vesta is very famous, even in Egypt. Many Egyptian noble ladies would take a boat to this temple to give birth. The delivery technique performed by the Mania priests is indeed unique, and can be summarized into three points: absolute cleanliness, side cutting and suturing, and forceps.
Having studied mummification for a year and studied medicine with her teacher, Nefeli got the hang of it very quickly and soon became the most skilled midwife in the temple. She is not proud, because her goal is to become a general practitioner, and delivery is just one of her skills.
“Doctor Nefeli.”
On her way from the dormitory in the temple to the cafeteria for breakfast, people greeted her with smiles, which was a recognition of her medical skills. In Egypt, one cannot practice medicine independently before passing the medical school examination, but in the Roman territory, there is no such scruple.
In fact, she has been treating people in the past few months since she came to Sicily. She has earned back her tuition fees and remembered some practical experience.
The biggest obstacle to practicing medicine here is language. She can speak Egyptian and Greek, but most people here can only speak Latin, so many people find a translator to come to her for treatment, and she has the best relationship with a Greek slave named Senna.
Senna tried many ways to get pregnant with her master’s child, but Nefeli was really powerless because the problem was not with Senna. None of the women who had sex with Vicissus got pregnant.
Nefeli really liked the food called soup noodles here. Senna was a cook. She asked her how to make these foods, and they became friends.
First, she drank a mouthful of noodle soup to moisten her stomach. She looked at the eye-catching and strong body in the cafeteria, the demigod Vicissus.
She had a lot of erotic dreams recently.
She finished breakfast and walked out of the cafeteria. Vicissus didn’t even look at her carefully. She was very confident in her appearance. Obviously, people pursued her wherever she went. How could a lustful man like Vicissus not be interested in her?
She took off her wig a little dejectedly and touched her bald head. Didn’t the blonde Vicissus like her black braided wig?
“Xumonai, Xumen. Xumen, Xumenai (God of Marriage).”
She heard singing and the sound of flute and saw a group of people holding torches and carrying a sedan chair, singing and dancing into the Vicissus Manor.
“!@#￥” The housekeeper of the manor stepped forward to stop the crowd and ask.
“*&%... &” A bald fat man came up to answer.
She didn’t understand the Italian they spoke, but she saw that the expressions of the onlookers were all incredible, so she stayed to watch the fun.
The housekeeper went in to report, and soon, Vicissus came out, and the two mistresses of the manor followed.
Everyone bowed to Vicissus, and the fat man humbly led him to the sedan chair, lifted the curtain, and an extremely weak Latin girl was lying in the sedan chair.
Vicissus showed an embarrassment, and the fat man kept talking to him.
The Mania priest lifted the blanket beside the sedan chair, and Nepheli saw the girl’s broken arm. The arm had been amputated and was now very red and swollen. Why did these people send this dying girl here with singing and dancing? Can’t she leave quietly surrounded by her family?
Nepheli saw Senna also came to watch, she squeezed over and asked her in Greek: “Why did they send this girl here?”
Senna rolled her eyes and said helplessly: “My master ran to someone’s house last night, raped this girl, and took away the girl’s dowry, so they sent the girl here.”
Ah? It turns out that Vicissus likes this kind of sickly girl. No wonder he is indifferent to a very healthy woman like her, Nepheli thought.
The girl was already asleep, and Vicissus woke her up, gently touched her hair with his hand, and spoke to her in Latin.
After her observations over the past few days, Vicius loved Manya and Senna very much, but he didn’t seem to love Sophia. People called Sophia a sow and a bitch behind her back. It was said that in addition to the pig named Philax, even the male dogs and donkeys in the manor had mated with Sophia, which showed how much Vicius abused Sophia.
Sophia didn’t seem to care about the challenge to her status at all. This was probably a Roman marriage based on interests. It didn’t matter whether she loved or not.
“What are they talking about?” Nefeli asked Senna.
“My master asked her if she wanted to be buried here or have another amputation.”
“What did the girl say?” she asked.
“Amputation, she still wants to live and wants to marry my master.” Senna replied.
Nefeli admired this girl in her heart. It had come to this point. Why should she suffer again before death? Based on her experience, this girl would not survive.
“#!@, temple *&￥” Vitus touched the girl’s head and said to Manya.
The sedan turned around and went to the temple, and Nepheli followed the crowd.
The crowd was stopped at the temple gate. Vitus picked up the girl with the broken limb and walked into the temple. Nepheli followed Manya into the temple.
“*&%￥￥#” Vitus put the girl on the delivery bed and began to give orders. Manya and the female assistants who were midwives began to get busy.
He was going to perform surgery on the girl?
Nepheli knew that Vitus was good at killing people, but he was also good at saving people?
She saw Vitus drag the delivery bed to the window so that the light could shine directly on the girl’s broken arm. He tied the girl’s shoulder tightly with a linen strip, washed his hands repeatedly with hot water, wiped the girl’s shoulders clean, took the boiled scissors handed by the assistant, and gestured hesitantly.
“Let me do it.” Nepheli said.
Vicius said a few more words to the female assistant, and the assistant said to Nefeli: “Vicius wants you to dig out the girl’s arm bone.”
“Okay.” She had done amputation surgery with her teacher and thought she was definitely better than Vicius.
According to the requirements of the temple, she washed her hands in hot salt water and then chose a knife that was handy.
She probably knew what Vicius was thinking, but the key was not amputation, but the healing of the wound.
She cut off half of the girl’s upper arm meat, and then dug out the girl’s arm bone. The female assistant couldn’t stand it and ran out to vomit. This is why good doctors have to go to Egypt to learn in the mummy workshop.
The girl screamed hoarsely and struggled violently, but under Vicius’s suppression, her shoulder didn’t move at all. It was a powerful force!
“Okay.” Nefeli cut off all the tendons connected to the shoulder, took out the arm bone, and said to Vicius.
The strong smell of blood filled the whole room. The girl didn’t have a bit of blood color, as if she was dead.
Vicius pressed the girl’s chest intermittently and blew into her mouth by pinching her nostrils.
He trimmed her wound with scissors, and then ... he cut the vein in his arm with a knife, dripped blood on the girl’s wound, and then tied the wound and bandaged it with gauze. The gauze in the temple was washed and baked at high temperature. The temple really did it to the extreme in terms of cleanliness.
If the rumors are true, maybe it is possible to save her? Nefeli thought.
“Why do you have a tattoo on your breast?” Vicius asked his assistant to translate after completing the operation.
“This is a protective charm.” Nefeli took out her breast from the side of her clothes, pointed to a circle of small round dots on the edge of the nipple and said: “This can protect my child from eating healthy and abundant milk. The most important thing is the tattoo on the belly.”
“Can you show it to me?” he asked.
Nefeli looked at the Manya priest, and seeing that she had no intention of objecting, she untied her belt. Her belly was covered with five circles of small black dots around her belly button.
“As your belly gets bigger after pregnancy, the tattoo will get bigger. It can protect the fetus from ghosts and also protect women from giving birth smoothly.”
“This is a protective charm to protect children and women.” She pointed to the scarab tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
“You mean all Egyptian women have such tattoos?”
“Most of them.”
Wevis left and the girl stayed here. Nefeli often came back to see the unconscious girl. She was very curious, could his blood really bring the dead back to life?
After dinner, Nefeli began to dress up. She thought Wevis would come to her. After all, his reputation as a lustful person was well known, and he showed interest in her body today.
The status of Egyptian women was the same as that of men, and they had much more power than women in other countries. After dedicating their virginity to the gods, the concept of loyalty only existed after marriage. Before marriage, women could be with whoever they wanted.
Most Egyptians married for love, which was completely different from the alliance marriages of the Greeks and Romans.
Egyptian boys become adults at the age of 15, and girls become adults at the age of 12. During the coming-of-age ceremony, they must complete their first sexual intercourse with the gods. Boys must have sex with the sacred crocodile, and girls must have sex with the sacred bull.
Of course, except for a few gifted girls, most girls cannot complete sexual intercourse with the sacred bull, so they must sleep with the sacred bull for one night, and then have sex with the monks who represent the gods in the temple.
In short, people’s virginity should be dedicated to the gods.
The monk who completes the transformation of a girl into a woman cannot be a man or a woman, but must be a eunuch between men and women. Only monks who have been castrated after adulthood, lost their fertility, but retained their sexual ability can take on such a responsibility. He still remembers the surprise of the monk when he knew he was going to have sex with her, and the monk was still laughing until the end of the sex.
After that, she also had sex with several men, some of whom were good, and some were not satisfactory.
She lit the oil lamp, stirred the ointment with lapis lazuli powder in front of the bronze mirror, carefully applied eye shadow, put on a wig on her head, and then fixed it on her head with a headband. However, in the dim night of the oil lamp, makeup was basically useless.
The Egyptians liked to flirt and make love at noon. Music, dance and lovemaking were inseparable. Only a room with light at noon was suitable for doing these things.
Osiris was murdered and dismembered by his brother Set. His sister (sister and wife are the same word in ancient Egyptian) Isis, in the form of a bird, hovered over his genitals and used sexual temptation to resurrect him from the dead.