Chapter 9

Later we had a meeting and I stressed that men had no right to sex with the free women. Dorcus stood at the back, his nose was still seeping blood. His fellow criminal had fought more, and was having his leg tied with sticks to help it heal straight. I hadn’t gone alone to talk to them. “How are we to get their legs open then?” asked one of the men.

“Well, since a crowbar is not allowed, try kindness. Trust me when I say that a willing woman will do far more, and be far more fun.” I knew I was a hypocrite; I had a list of women who had no choice and would do whatever I wanted. The audience seemed to accept that as part of the rewards for my status.

That evening, once again Prima came to me. I did think of getting her sister too, but I didn’t want to eat all the sweeties in one go. I told her to undress me and start with some simple cock sucking, then we got down to business. I had her naked very quickly and lying with her jewels on show. Then I said “Right, so show me.”

“What, sir?”

“I want to see you pleasuring yourself. I want your cunt nice and runny when I plunder it.”

It took her a long time, she had had an audience before, but it had been an audience called Dusilla fingering herself at the same time. I just reclined and watched. She managed, though. There comes a time when you can’t resist any longer. “Ahhh! AHHH!!!” And her cunt was certainly good and wet. I licked it quickly, her naked, bald, shaved slit was easy to get to, no hairs to get in the teeth. She tasted good too. Not like her young sister, or Alexa; more robust. I would have to arrange a full taste test, I decided, like we did with the wine when the season was ripe. We grew some grapes, not a lot, against the sunny walled garden. It was enough for the family, but now we needed to acquire more, or mead, or beer. Actually, I didn’t mind water either, and, unlike the local village, our water supply was separate from out sewage outlet.

I mounted her and found entry easy, her virginal hymen was not as all-protecting as it might be. Here was an education. I had always understood that any virgin would bleed when fucked first time. It transpires that some girls may be able to mostly accommodate a man without that. The reason Romans made Celtic maidens bleed was more the rough handling. I still stretched her though, she tore and bled a little, just not as much as to make me think twice about fucking her again until she had recovered. Perhaps she regretted not bleeding later. I left her shitter for another time, and wore her cunny down from the front again, then from the back. Then I lifted her legs high and squashed her body each time I thrusted. In the morning I was in her again when Priapa came in. I didn’t tell her to knock; I didn’t care if she saw me inside a girl, or where inside her I was. I told Priapa to lick us both clean; it was more as an erotic endgame than to get clean; replacing my seed with saliva was hardly a good clean, we needed a wash after.

Wenneuereia approached me and said “Do you think that emulating the Romans is good? You slaves hated the mastering and control and yet now you are happy to do the same to us. I am not complaining, but just wondering how you feel about it?”

“I feel I am lucky to be in this place. I would be pleased to be in this situation regardless of how. I have a supply of girls who will, alright, who have to provide me with whatever sex I want. I admire you Wenneuereia, it showed courage to come to me, I might have taken a whip to you for fun.”

“I can see something in you Cor ... Artos. Something good.”

“Thanks, I’ll bear that in mind, but I will still make use of all the cunt – sorry to be blunt.”