Graecus stepped over strewn pillows, overturned goblets, copulating bodies, and snoring drunks, to make his way to his comatose mistress. How in the name of all the gods did these decrepit Romans ever over-throw his beloved city-state of Athens? He was in his teens when he was captured and was eventually purchased by the Darii family in a spralling Roman auction.
Since then, Graecus had moved up steadily in the family's estimation. He had been granted both responsibility and power. Much of this was due to the lady he now carried in his arms. She was at present overcome by her lust and pints of strong red Spanish wine. She snuggled into him. “Graecus, I want you.” He laughed at her and carried her through the echoing stucco corridors to her sleeping quarters. When he lay her in her bed she playfully reached under his toga and fondled his manhood. Yet in the next instant she fell deeply into an inebriated sleep.
He strode back into the main chamber and noticed a server who was stuffing himself on left over mutton. “Not here, you oaf. Take it into the kitchen and share it with the others.” He hopped to obey used to taking commands from Graecus : head of the household.
Graecus noted which of Rome’s noble citizens were asleep and sent for their slaves who were gathered in the courtyard. He had the room nearly emptied in half an hour. Some of the guests were still panting and writhing, satisfying their wanton desires; Graecus suggested rooms for them in which they might share their sex, their wine and their inclinations together. Much more intimate, he hinted. Soon the room was emptied of revelers and he had a host of slaves clean and reassemble the great room.
He then went for a final check on his mistress before he retired for the night. Calista her personal slave was in bed with the lady. How fortunate for Graecus that mistress had been widowed at twenty-three and ran one of the largest houses in Rome. She had been smitten by Graecus when they were both teenagers. She had used him rlentlessly.She had also influenced all his promotions; and, when she became mistress, she put him in charge the next day.
She was beautiful, wanton, self-possessed and the most infamous lover in all of Rome. Her parties were debauched and scandalous affairs. She often set herself up as "Queen Venus", and would command guests to invent ribald situations and scenarios for each other to play out. If anyone refused she kept a special task ready for this “Prince of Cowards.” She had corrupted many a young soldier, or maiden and thoroughly enjoyed her own licentiousness. She used her slaves in a like manner and would abuse them at her leisure. She saw them as test cases for her adventures with Rome's leading citizens.
Graecus, smiled when he saw her, so innocently asleep in Calista’s arms. The uninhibited sexuality of the evening had left Graecus aroused and he wondered which of the household slaves he would take to his bed. He wandered into the kitchen hoping Miranda was there.
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Since then, Graecus had moved up steadily in the family's estimation. He had been granted both responsibility and power. Much of this was due to the lady he now carried in his arms. She was at present overcome by her lust and pints of strong red Spanish wine. She snuggled into him. “Graecus, I want you.” He laughed at her and carried her through the echoing stucco corridors to her sleeping quarters. When he lay her in her bed she playfully reached under his toga and fondled his manhood. Yet in the next instant she fell deeply into an inebriated sleep.
He strode back into the main chamber and noticed a server who was stuffing himself on left over mutton. “Not here, you oaf. Take it into the kitchen and share it with the others.” He hopped to obey used to taking commands from Graecus : head of the household.
Graecus noted which of Rome’s noble citizens were asleep and sent for their slaves who were gathered in the courtyard. He had the room nearly emptied in half an hour. Some of the guests were still panting and writhing, satisfying their wanton desires; Graecus suggested rooms for them in which they might share their sex, their wine and their inclinations together. Much more intimate, he hinted. Soon the room was emptied of revelers and he had a host of slaves clean and reassemble the great room.
He then went for a final check on his mistress before he retired for the night. Calista her personal slave was in bed with the lady. How fortunate for Graecus that mistress had been widowed at twenty-three and ran one of the largest houses in Rome. She had been smitten by Graecus when they were both teenagers. She had used him rlentlessly.She had also influenced all his promotions; and, when she became mistress, she put him in charge the next day.
She was beautiful, wanton, self-possessed and the most infamous lover in all of Rome. Her parties were debauched and scandalous affairs. She often set herself up as "Queen Venus", and would command guests to invent ribald situations and scenarios for each other to play out. If anyone refused she kept a special task ready for this “Prince of Cowards.” She had corrupted many a young soldier, or maiden and thoroughly enjoyed her own licentiousness. She used her slaves in a like manner and would abuse them at her leisure. She saw them as test cases for her adventures with Rome's leading citizens.
Graecus, smiled when he saw her, so innocently asleep in Calista’s arms. The uninhibited sexuality of the evening had left Graecus aroused and he wondered which of the household slaves he would take to his bed. He wandered into the kitchen hoping Miranda was there.
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Email me and suggest a character. I will continue to post until we fill the cast. I will write as Graecus but eveything else is open.
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