Xonora, a Roman Slave Girl
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 1
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Life in the Roman Empire was very difficult, especially for female slaves. This story is somewhat erotic, but mainly a historical drama.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Mult NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical DomSub MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy
Year 110 CE – Lugudunum, provincial capitol of Gaul, Roman Empire (Lyon, France)
My first ‘Dominus’ or owner that I remember was the Governor of Gaul, Septemius Luccio. He terrified me! He was a wider and heavier man than most, and held the power of life and death over everyone in the province. Usually he didn’t punish slaves himself, but enjoyed watching his ‘Vicario’ or enforcer flog the adults and paddle the children. At the slave market his wife Vellia convinced him to buy me for twelve denari. I was barely more than a toddler. A dozen silver coins, half a handful of metal, that’s all my life was worth.
I became her ‘prepuba vicaria’ or child maid. I helped her bathe and dress, but mainly I was her pet, replacing her stillborn daughter. She hugged me and played with my hair often. She never gave me a name, only calling me ‘puer’ or ‘child.’ She often cuddled in bed with me on the many nights her husband was away. When he was home, I had to sleep on the kitchen floor with five other slaves.
Vellia passed away when I was about seven. I had to become a real house slave. I was expected to do the work of an adult. I tried hard, but couldn’t do much. I was too short to reach things on the kitchen counters, on tables, or hanging on the walls. I was only strong enough to lift a third of a talent. (9kg/20 lb) There was no way I could carry or even pour from a baked clay amphora of water or wine. (35 liters/9 gallons) A strong male slave or two women would pour amphorae into congia or semi-congia, pitchers a tenth or twentieth the size.
To my Dominus and his family, I was a mostly useless hole food disappeared into. They started calling me ‘Forama,’ which meant ‘Hole.’ “Forama, bring me wine.” “Scrub the floor, Forama.” “Don’t eat so much, Hole, give the rest to the dog.”
Once I became a woman, I was a real house slave and a group of holes my Master used and abused any time he desired. Only weeks after taking my virginity, he allowed his sons to violate me, too. Their commands changed. “Hole, undress, so I can draw you nude.” “Suck my penis, Hole.” “Hole, bend over and let me fuck you.”
I had to call the Governor’s awful sons ‘bulla’ or ‘boss’. Instead of Hole, they switched to calling me ‘Cunnus’ or Cunt. If they were angry or frustrated, I was ‘Anus’ instead. All four were married and lived at the family villa with their wives, but most days two or three of them abused my holes like their father did.
One day I was horrified to discover I was pregnant, at only age fourteen! People told me having babies at sixteen or seventeen was okay, but girls as young as me usually had a terrible time, often dying in childbirth. I worried about it and prayed to the Gods every day. I pleaded and tried to bargain with them. They could take my baby and I’d do anything they wanted, if they would be merciful and just let me live.
- 19 May, 2015 –
The archaeology professor took out a small paintbrush and lightly cleared the last of the dirt off a tablet. Unlike the others, it was glossy and quite smooth, with a slightly greenish hue. It read, ‘Xonora servus Traianus Adrano Punctilus, uxor concubitis suprema, mater II filius III filia, senectus XIX.’
He said, “This is quite an unusual find. Would you care to explain, Miss Robertson?”