War Booty - illustrated
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Chapter 5
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A heroic officer in the Roman Empire is rewarded with several beautiful slaves. Written as a memoir, an old man telling his life story. Includes many sex scenes, but lots of historical information, too. History buffs will probably love this, guys craving wank material or ladies looking for romance - not so much.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Military War Magic Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution Violence Illustrated
My four new slaves and my dog Tyranus stayed with the two toddlers, in a tent of their own. The girls’ affection for him was obvious and intense. Most times he was a stridently uncooperative beast, but he loved them, too. I recalled the rapist he castrated with his teeth, and was confident he could kill and eat almost any problem they might have.
Myrna was only twenty-two, not nearly old enough to be the young women’s mother. She was their older sister. Her only children were the toddler boy Dirk and the baby she had inside her. Erel, the three-year-old, was from a hero couple who used to live near them.
Myrna’s abdomen was only slightly distended, at around halfway through her pregnancy. Occasionally I could feel her belly move as the baby kicked. I led her to my tent with the two older girls and got to know them a little. Her youngest sister Imma was eighteen and the other, Ana, was nineteen. The four of us cuddled for warmth as the evening cooled down. I had a hand resting on Myrna’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. 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 shook her head and said, “Bottom love Ana. Bottom love Imma.” She was offering me her 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 buttocks. I slowly slid a finger in and out of her dirty hole, getting it nice and slippery. The other girls sat at the end of the bed, looking at my penis. Both put a hand between their legs and started rubbing themselves. She laid on her side and I eased my rod into Myrna’s asshole, gently and slowly. I was surprised when she smiled, “Mmm! Like!” I was nearly all the way in, when she asked; “Slow! 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.” The smile on her lips showed she meant it.
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! So dirty and nasty! 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! So kinky and wicked! 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!” She had been penetrated several times before, but had her first climax watching me rutting her sister’s butt. She laid next to me, breathing hard, and kissed my ear.
Imma kept going a little while, feeling good, but explained she was a virgin and couldn’t get herself off. She hoped she could finally reach orgasm once she was with a man. We cleaned up and had a little wine, talking some more. I realized that if they were noble instead slaves, I’d happily marry any of the three. Redheads were so precious and rare in the empire, so beautiful!
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. He explained, “You need to be careful which grains you use for which flour. Bread flour should be half and half, spelt and einkorn wheat. If you put in emmer wheat or too much einkorn, the bread doesn’t rise well.”
The much younger man complained, “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 bread if you mix it with 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 seats. “Why do you want raisins, instead of fresh grapes like usual?”
“For passum wine. People love it for celebrations, since it’s sweet and very strong. Can you get me three wagon loads of yellow raisins tomorrow?”
“Of course! Shall we say ... hmmm ... three sestertius a talent? That’s about an aureus per wagon.”
“Two per talent?”
“I could do dark raisins for two. How about two and a half, for an old friend?”
“Agreed, if you pay for breakfast.”
“Deal.”
None of my new slaves had ever been more than a half-day walk from home. I’d take them two-thirds of the way across the empire, six hundred leagues or nearly two thousand miles. We’d travel from the northern border of Caledonia, which would one day divide England and Scottland, to my hometown Balit on the isle of Sciathos.
Sciathos was a short boat ride and a six day walk, thirty leagues, north of the great city Athens. Only it, Rome and a handful of others were home to a quarter million people or more. Twenty leagues to the west of Balit was Thermopylae, the “Hot Gates”, where seven centuries earlier, heroic Leonidas and his 300 Spartans held off the whole Persian Empire. Back then Rome was just a city-state you could walk across in a day instead of months.
Myrna’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 Myrna started giving a neighbor sexual favors for food.
When Myrna’s baby Dirk 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 Myrna, Ana, and Imma once a week each, in exchange for a pitcher of milk and six eggs every day. Even after that very uneven deal, the family was close to starving half the time.
Long ago a soldier who spent most of his pay on women told me a girl’s virginity was worth at least ten denari, even in the poorest areas. In Rome, a maiden’s virtue cost at least an aureus or twenty-five denari. A fellation, quick oral sex to completion, cost anywhere from a single sestertius up to twelve, depending on the girl’s attractiveness. Some of the most desperate porni, mostly male infames and elderly women, sucked men off for just an az or two. They fellated five or more penises a day, just to avoid starvation.
I explained the value of money a little. I put a brownish bronze coin on the table. “One sestertius is one chicken.” I touched the coin again. “Ten eggs.” Again... “One pitcher milk”. I set three greenish copper coins next to the brown one. “Three az equals one sestertius, understand?” They all nodded and Imma said, “Three for penny.”
I added another bronze ‘penny.’ “One basket wheat.” I put four of the brown coins together and said, “Ana baby wall.” They nodded again.
I shook my head and added thirty-six more. “Baby wall.” They looked quite angry, understanding they had been badly cheated.
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 acna of land, five hectares or twelve acres, which would sell for about twenty aureus so far from Rome. A single acna in the capital was worth ten times that!
My island Sciathos was roughly two leagues by one and a half, about twelve thousand acna in size. There were so many steep and rocky hills that perhaps only a fifth of it was suitable for farming, but a hundred or so goatherds wandered the hills with their flocks letting them graze.
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 offer them a special deal. It might teach them a little more about trade and money, and give them a chance to get something nice 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 agreed.
I slowly and romantically made love to Imma, gently taking her virginity. Her sparsely-furred baby hole was very tight, and wonderful. She squealed and squirmed with her first orgasm, but I kept going. Her red hair was so exotic and pretty! I did my best to resist climax, thrusting and kissing, as I played with her nice little teats. I got her over the edge a second time, as I sprayed my essence deep inside her.
Myrna 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 swollen nipple. Erel climbed on top of her and suckled the other, but for only a little while. She knew to save most of it for the tiny boy. I wrapped my arm around the three and smiled. I hadn’t felt so comfortable and relaxed since I left home.
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