Imprisoned Passion

[Swashbuckler]

OOC:
Sorry this is a closed thread for HoneyB and myself. All are welcome to read along, but as yet this is a closed thread. Thank you.

IC:
I sat in a slouched position in the auctioneer's salve pens. The bars of the cell pressed through my soiled and torn tunic, into my bruised and bloodied back. The filthy straw clutched at my legs. I lifted my heavily manacled hands and looked at them, "How, Alexander, how?" I asked quietly of myself as the harang of jeering bidders echoed from the nearby courtyard. I had not been allowed even a basin to bathe in for weeks. Rusty stains of blood still peeked through the grime on my palms.

I closed my eyes, but my mind drifted back to a few days ago. I had found her with him when I had returned from Sparta early. I don't even know how the knife found its way to my hands. All I can remember is my jealousy as stood over her body, clothed only robes of crimson liquid.

I had begged them to kill me. Denied, here I was a member of the living dead....

I was jolted back to reality as the auctioneer's eunuchs jerked me to my feet and scurried me out of my cell and into the blazing Ravenna sun. I squinted my dark eyes against the ravaging sun. I heard the roar of the crowd as a strike from a short lash drove me forward. "Here we have Alexander of Athens, a poet no less!" I heard the auctioneer shout to the crowd. "Convicted of jealous murder!" The cruel fat man laughed loudly to the crowd of richly dressed Romans. "In the prime of his life, behold!" I heard the words just as my tattered tunic was torn from my shoulders, revealing my hard and olive chest to the lookers on. I clenched both my hands into fists. I lifted my chin and shook my head trying to dislodge some of the straw that had collected in my black, curly locks. I would not be undignified! I glared out at the Roman mass of bidders.

"Seven Talents!" I heard called from a man near the block. "Eight!" a woman in the back cried out. "Fourteen, if he is a poet." piped a gluttonous man to the left of the stage, his eyes gliding over my chest. I stopped listening and stared out at the sunset.
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[Honey_B]

Claudia Lepida

The slave auctions were endlessly fascinating. The sheer beauty of the degradation displayed was breathtaking. I watched through the slatted panels of my litter as the auction proceeded. Unfortunately, the specimens were not very good today, a particularly downtrodden lot.

I was about to signal my bearers to proceed home, when I heard the auctioneer call out, "Here we have Alexander of Athens, a poet no less!"

An ardent collector of all things Greek, this one interested me. He was dirty and disheveled, but my discerning eye could pick out the quality under the grime. He seemed to hold himself with dignity and I knew that I simply had to have him.

I instructed my client to bid as high as it would take to procure the poet. Without a second thought, I instructed my bearers to take me home.

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I was in the baths when I was informed that I had acquired Alexander. I smiled. Not a bargain at twenty talents, he was nevertheless very intriguing. "Convicted of jealous murder," they had said. I could not help but wonder who had inspired that kind of passion.

At any rate, the slave would no doubt need tending to. They almost always did fresh from the auction. My slave quarters were not lavish, but they were comfortable. I gave instructions for the Greek to be given quarters, clothing, a fresh bath, and anything else that he might require.

I extended my hand and my personal attendant, Amelia poured watered wine and handed me the goblet. I sipped from it thoughtfully and slipped a little lower in the water.

"Alexander," I said out loud. I would send for him at my leisure.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

I heard the chorus of bids for my bondage, though I did not register them in my mind. It was as if I stood upon the shores of the fabled Styx, rubbing the chains at my wrists in my fists as if they were coins for Charon. A living man, preparing to set sail into the realm of the dead. For my life was already dead, and passed on without me. Suddenly there were cheers and I was grabbed by the arms and led off once more into the darkness.

Later, I found myself scurried into a stately villa. Swept here and there, I was bathed shaved, perfumed, and oiled until my skin glistened gold and olive in the candlelight. My hair was brushed, combed, and styled. I was treated in such a pampered manner, I mused to myself that I was like a Vestal on my way to be slaughtered. I pondered upon who had bought me. I wondered what I was worth in gold. Strangely, these things comforted me as the slave girls worked feverishly upon my body, in rushed preparations.

Soon I heard my named called by a large brutish Gaul slave. "Alexander!" the hulk bellowed in a high voice. "The Lady Claudia would have you now." He flashed a cruel, missing tooth grin. I yawned and stretched my arms, though they remained shackled. I inquired, "And who is this Lady Claudia?" in a unimpressed manner. It really did not mean anything to me at this point. I half expected and half longed for him to kill me quickly. I was gravely unfortunate.
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[Honey_B]

Appraisal

The Gaul brought him in.

“My lady?” His Latin was roughly accented. “Your new slave, Alexander.”

I sat in an ell off the main space of my quarters and did not see the two men enter, but I could hear the slight rasp of metal as the Greek slave moved.

Down the center of my private living space ran a series of columns, evenly spaced at about 4 cubits. Metal rings had been attached to the two middle supports.

“Please lock him to the columns and retreat, Villehardoix.”

Such was my proscribed procedure for assessing a new possession. I heard the sound of Alexander being secured to the marble posts.

“That will be all Villehardoix.”

“My lady.”

And the big slave left my quarters, to stand guard outside my door.

Leisurely, I picked up a polished silver mirror and fluffed the long red gold strands of my hair. I enjoyed making Alexander wait. He would be bound hand and foot between the two columns. They were not far apart to make him uncomfortable, but I knew he would feel vulnerable, exposed.

Finally, I stood and walked into the main chamber and my breath caught in my throat. If one of my beautiful Greek statues had come to life, it would have paled in comparison to the man standing before me.

“Hello, Alexander. I am your new owner Claudia Lepida. You may address me as, ‘My Lady Claudia, or simply ‘My Lady’.”

I allowed my voice to betray nothing even as I noted how Alexander had been transformed in just a few short hours. I slowly walked around him, taking in all sides of his perfectly sculpted body.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

I was chained up betix the collums of this woman's chamber. Being so wonderfully bathed and oiled, only to be chained to htese collums was, perhaps worse than being covered with filth in a straw strewn cage. Then I saw her, she was the most stunningly beautiful creature I had ever saw in my life. Her hair was as raidant as the sun of Egypt. Suddenly, I was shocked I was experiencing both horror at being so displayed before her and excitement at her femine prescence.

She circled me, as one would inspect a horse. "You will adress me as 'My Lady Claudia' or 'My Lady'," she informed me. "Of course, my lady," I respond, shocking myself in my own words, how simply she had coached the proper response from me. She drifts behind me and out of my hungery sight, I tug at the rattling chains as I turn my head to follow her movements.

 

[Honey_B]

My will...

"Do not attempt to turn around." The words came out clipped, efficient and dispassionate.

I moved closer. My hands slipped to the covering that Alexander wore around his waist and untied it, pulling the fabric way so that it rubbed agaist his groin as I did so.

I traced my fingers over the supple muscles of his back. I was surprised, irrationally so, that his skin was so warm, that he was not carved out of marble. His form was simply delightful to the eye. Stong back, his buttocks firm and tight. I ran an almond shaped fingernail down his backbone, down to the base of his spine. I was pleased by the strong, reflexive shiver the touch elicited, that he couldn't seem to control it.

Without touching Alexander anywere else, I began to run my fingers over his buttocks, teasing him with my casual but caressing fingertips.

The chains clanked, echoing his response.

As I played with him, I dictated my will.

"You have been purchased expressly for my pleasure, Alexander and no doubt you have a great deal to learn. Mistakes will be made. Of this, I will be tolerant. I will seek to correct you. Should you, however fail to learn what I teach, I will relish in your punishment. For right now, I want you to stand absolutely still. Do not move an inch. Today, I want to test your endurance while I take what I want from you."

I put both of my hands over the solid curves of his ass cheeks, rotating them so that they would create a warmly intimate friction.

"Don't!" I hissed cruelly as I felt him starting to press against my hands. I dug my fingernails into his sensitive flesh to punctuate my words.

"Don't you dare. You will not move."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

As her command stopped my head in its tracks,
I returned my face to front
She pulled my linen, freeing, exposing
My throat strangled the rising grunt
I rise and twitch, perfect posing

A claw at my spine
A shudder of pleasure
A fleeting eternity of time
React to the elicit pressure

At her words, fists clench
Pulling tight, to quiet irons
Endurance, punishment; need to quench
I throb, iron in irons

Nails raking flesh
Commands threaten
Muscles tighten and mesh
Molten rod, beckons

Sweat building
Gasp escaping
Resolve wilting
Mouth dry, gaping

An exquisite shivver
Unrestrained, then fear
My loins, molten river
Feeling a smile so near

Mind lost awash
Bliss, pleasure
Blood boiling froth
Captive treasure

I tremble and moan
awaiting...
tightening...
"M..my Lady Claudia.."

 

[Honey_B]

Though he seemed to control himself, it pleased me greatly to see the effort it required. My voice was silky smooth in his ear…

“Good, very good, Alexander. You please me when you obey.”

I stood on my toes and ran my tongue over his shoulder blade. He drew a sharp breath and then exhaled as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my fingernails into his flesh as I pinched both of his nipples.

It was then that I began to stroke him all over, gauging his reaction to light and intense touch, pain and pleasure.

A groan seemed to rip from his soul as I skimmed my fingertips lightly down his very erect shaft. He thrust his hips forward and like lightening, I moved my hand away, and slapped his face. A red imprint of my hand appeared on his cheek almost instantly.

"NO!” I said sharply. "You have to learn, my pet. You will learn to control yourself. Control yourself to the point that you will reach fulfillment only when I say, where I say. I will give you the ecstasy of the gods, my sweet, but only if you learn to allow me full control over your body.

My hands returned to his manhood, which had not softened at all as my words sank into his consciousness. If anything, they had the opposite effect.

"Now, pet...." I purred as I stroked the length of his cock with a gentle caress, "How badly do you want it? How badly do you want release?"

I moved into him so that my breasts brushed against his naked chest as I manipulated his cock and balls. My fingertips slowed to flick over the sensitive underside of the head.

“You do, of course, understand that if you cum, I will own you. Not just your person, but also your spirit, Alexander. You will have taken the first step towards becoming a true slave, my willing supplicant. I mean to possess your mind, body, and soul. And you will give it to me…”

My skilled hands continued to play with him. Soft caresses, designed to be maddeningly arousing. I knew, without a doubt, that this was the moment of truth. I so hoped that he would allow himself to admit it, that his mind would allow his soul to do the thinking. He was meant for this. His responses to me screamed it

The timber of my voice became husky with tantalizing seduction as I continued my assault.
"My pet, if you orgasm for me now, you know what it means. It means that you want me to be your mistress. And I will take you places that you have never even dreamed of. I will bring you pleasure in so many forms. And you will be taught to bring me pleasure. Think of it. Think of burying yourself inside me. Think of my screams of passion. Think of your screams.”

My hair brushed against his chest as I bent to flick a pointed tongue across his right nipple. I scraped my fingernails across the heavy sack of his balls. My other hand gave a stroke of warm silk to his turgid sex.

“Tell me, Alexander. Do you want to cum for me?”

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

Echoing like a legions cadence
Her words of congratulations
My heart, in spite of myself
Swooned, with giddy exhaltation

Hot moist tongue at my shoulder
A groan of bliss at my lips
Serpentine constrictions
Viscious claws at my nips

Trembling with need
My body shudders
As her hands carress
Want and need, wordless muttered

Fingers on javlein
Pitching forward seeks
Abandonment, abandonmet
A hot sting to my cheek

Her words lost echoes
Control, control, yes control
'The Ecstacy of the Gods'
I had to learn control!

Throbbing, stretching, seeking
Her fingers felt my cock's thump
'...How badly do you want release?'
Bellowing, as she worked my stump

Pressing me breast to breast
I moan in senseless pleas
Claudia's claws, white hot on me
Sweaty trembling, need for release

Insane, swirling senses
'Think of my screams'
I had to learn, suplicant
'Think of your screams'
I did....

Awash in her words,
her hair, her tongue,
her fingers, I screamed,
"Milady, let me CUM!!!"

 

[Guest]

Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York


Where did that voice come from ?

 

[Honey_B]

The moment of truth

“Milady, let me CUM!!!"

I knew his body was screaming for release, urging him to obey me. I smiled. He would be my pet. He would be mine. I could see the evidence revealed in his features. I could hear it in the throb of desperation in his voice.

I trailed my fingers through the clear fluid that seeped from the small slit of his manhood. Rising, I pressed my fingers between his lips.

“Taste Alexander. Taste your our arousal, you own weakness to me. Yes, I think I will let you reach fulfillment. Today.”

I left him to retrieve a flask of oil scented with rhodium. Pouring a few drops of the unguent into my palm, I returned to Alexander’s side. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around his thick column, my palm warm and silky slick with oil. Softly, up and down, I began to stroke the length of the shaft. Soft… Subtle…

“Look at me, Alexander!”

Our faces were scant inches apart, but he had closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at me. If you close them again, I will stop. You must look into my eyes. I want to see your soul.”

I used the reactions I saw in his eyes, building speed and pressure with my hand. Stroking the entire of his cock, working him closer release, closer to me.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

Mind lost
Will faltering
Body dictating...

Touch
As she
Gently harvested
My seed
Light fingers
On molten marble

"Taste...."
Lady Claudia,
Said, ordered me
With gel glistened
Fingers, offered

Taste I did!
Fingers roughly
Pressed, swallowed
Whole. Drank
Tongue carressing,
Searching,
Tasting,
Drinking,
Licked clean
Sucked dry
esscence of me
My hunger and thirst



Oiled
Hand so sweet
Promised lies
Of release
Subtle
Cruel
Lightly gripped

Body convolsing
Vision blurring
Eyes....drooping
Sweat....flowing

"Open..."
She commanded
Threatening
to stop
her sweet caress
With the strength
Of Atlas
I lifted my lids
In foggy eyes
Pure beauty
Beheld

Closer
Closer still
With increased pressure
Accelerated
Slickened oil
My eyes rolled
Head a daze
I had become
entirely
Rigid collum
Wrapped
In sweet hand
Closer
Closer still....
"Mi..m...Mi..M'Lady...?!?
please...
Closer...

 

[Honey_B]

He was so close. We both knew it. A sweet humilation for him to be at my mercy, begging me. But I would make it sweet still.

"Villehardoix! Come in here please."

The mountain of a man came into the room at once.

"Finish this slave off at once. Kneel before him and take him into your mouth."

With perfect obedience, the Gaul complied. I smiled as I watched Alexander's shaft disappear between those big, beefy lips. I moved closer to Alexander, pressing the length of my body into his side.

"Alexander...." I cooed softly.

Ideally, I stroked Villehardoix's blonde curls as his cheeks caved in.

"Alexander, don't look at him. Look into my eyes. Know the person that is doing this to you. Cum in this slave's mouth. Send your seed shooting down his throat."

I caressed his cheek softly.

"Do it for me."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

"Villehardroix, come in here please,"
The words shocked me
She could not leave me
She would not now
I must release, but how?

I heard the heavy footfalls
Responding to his mistress' call
His hulking masculine frame
Ripppling muscles as he came

"Finish this slave off"
I gasped in perplexed shock
This masculine specimin knelt to sieze my cock
Femine grace pressig against my skin
Whispered words a blur as he begins

"Alexander, look into my eyes"
Words echoing as I watched my javelin
Sliding and sinking into him
Prying my eyes away, bucking forth
His stuble on my thighs, coarse

His tongue, hot, wet, strong
His suction hard, thrusts long
"Send your seed"
I heard my command
My cock attacked this giant man

Slamming against his lips
Legs taut, thrust with hips
Her beauty and orders
I plunder his northern border

"Do it for me!"
I did with a roar
Erupting spurts explode and soar
Gasping and trembling I glance down
His blonde curls, my cocks crown

"Th-t-thank you, Milady, Claudia"
I stammer throwing my head back
As he cleans up my liquid attack

 

[Honey_B]

The big Gaul had finished his task with delightful efficiency. Alexander's resistance crumbled easily. He seemed lost in the moment, suffused in the ectasy of humiliation I had given him. He was truly mine, but there was much work to be done. I knealt and picked up the cloth that Alexander had worn and walked over to a couch. Paying no attention to my slaves, I reclined and folded the fabric into a neat square. Lost in thought, the minutes passed slowly while I toyed with the material in my hands.

"Villehardroix, I think I will test this slave's threshold for pain. Turn around, my dear, and show Alexander you back."

Returning to my new slave's side, I turned the big man around so Alexander could see his back easily.

"This one loves the lash."

I ran my fingers over the criss-crossed scars on that broad expanse.

"Don't you, my pet?"

His answer was simple. He said, "Yes, my mistress," but there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes.

I kissed him then, tasting the essense of Alexander on my tongue as I did so. The kiss deepened as I devoured the Gaul, sucking his tongue into my mouth, letting his hands roam my body. I heard the creak of chains and I smiled into the kiss, before pulling away.

"Unshakle him and leave."

I walked back to the couch.

"Alexander. Come, sit at my feet and I will explain to you what will happen next."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Alexander

My arms fell loosely.
Drained and spent
The hulk departed
I glanced quickly,
slight lament

My gaze to the tiles
Anticipation
I took astep
Anxiety
The tiles slid behind me
Trembling
Arousal
I closed on the couch
Score upon score
Questions
Welling up inside
A need to please

as I knelt at her feet...