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The estate of Cassius Antoninus.

Standing by the portico, at the entrance to my villa, I watch as the slow trickle of guests begins. For this is the day, the beginning of a week long celebration. The word is out all over Rome, of another great victory by Ceaser, and his magnificent Legions in Gaul.

Everything is ready, the gardens are perfectly manicured, the baths prepared, and there is a wide selection of food in my great hall. A weekend of debauchery and pleasure awaits my guests, of this I am sure. For like me, they too know how to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

I smile as I see the first carriage to arrive, it is my dear friend, and very rich neighbor Lucius Marius, followed by his delectable slave Emma.

In the distance I spot Stephanus Claudius, who seems to have some more ladies in close attendance also.

I know now that all is well here, as I step forward to greet my old friend.

"Greetings Lucius, the day is fine, the omens are good, and Ceaser marches on in Gaul my friend. What more could we Romans want, I ask you?"
 
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Stephanus was rather anxious. This was his first orgy and he really didn't know what to expect. Of course there would be exquisite food and gorgerous women but he never had taken part in such debauchery and so he couldn't wait to see what exactly he was expecting.
 
Lucius Marius came to his friend's villa on foot, having just left his horse with one of Cassius's slaves. He knew the stallion would be tended to as good as if it was Cassius's own. He stepped into the man's embrace.

"Greetings Lucius, the day is fine, the omens are good, and Ceaser marches on in Gaul my friend. What more could we Romans want, I ask you?"


Ceasar, yes. The man was both a blessing and a curse. He was a genius on the field; he fought for Rome and brought her glory, but... He won too much. He made Rome stronger, but in doing so he was slowly becoming Rome. The King of Rome. It has been a long time since those despicable words last sounded all over Italia. With Ceasar they just might ring once again.

Still, those were thoughts no wise man would voice openly. Having concerns is one thing, but to say it openly would be to declare hostility, which was not warranted.

"All is well, my friend; all is well." Lucius smiled back. "Rome is strong. She will prevail over everything and everyone, be they unwashed, hairy Gauls or panzered Parthians. Let our eventual triumph not take away from the importance of today's celebration, though. Your cellars will run out of wine and slave girls will walk like a horseman after days in the saddle before the night is through!" Lucius laughed.

He pushed Emma, the beautiful, nude slave that came with him, forward. Her young, firm breasts heaved as she stepped.

"I brought this one with me today. You've seen her at my estate, have you not? Quite an enthusiastic girl she is." Lucius smiled. "I'm rather fond of her attitude and abilities."
 
Emma followed her master in silence, a pace or two behind him as befitted her position. She looked around her at the estate of Cassius Antoninus. What she could see, was wonderful, sumptuous, and amazingly rich. Her eyes glimmered softly as she wondered idly whether Cassius or her own master Lucius had the larger, richer estate.

She was well-trained and obedient, and carried herself without shame despite her nudity. She was aware of her beauty, and aware that her beauty and sexual talent were why she lived well in her master's service. Even so, she felt an anxiety deep within her belly when she thought of today.

Rarely did her master let her leave the estate, and when she did, she was always escorted, never did he allow any other to touch her. Today, they attended an orgy, and Emma was well aware by reputation that as a slave in attendance at an orgy, she would be available for sample by all in attendance: She was less a guest in attendance, and more a contribution to the day's festivities.

She was pushed forward by her master, so that their host could inspect her. She knew her master was proud of her, and while she took a deep breath of anxiety, she felt a deep pride in his words. That pride was reflected in the easy stance she assumed before Cassius; legs slightly spread, arms loose at her side, face slightly averted, but graced with a soft, satisfied smile.
 
"I brought this one with me today. You've seen her at my estate, have you not? Quite an enthusiastic girl she is. I'm rather fond of her attitude and abilities."

"Yes Lucius, I have seen, and I admit, admired this one on numerous occasions. Your taste in female slaves is of course legendary in Rome, as we both know well."


I smiled as she stepped closer, offering herself for examination.

"Impressively trained as well" I thought to myself, touching her firm breasts, and grazing my thumb across the pert nipples. I looked at her face, she was very beautiful, even if she did avert her gaze, which was to be expected anyway, in her master`s presence. Her eyes did flicker a fraction though, as my finger traced the lips of her sex.

"I must say Lucius that I am delighted, even honored that you have brought this one for us to use. And I will definitely partake of her fruits sometime in the next day or so. maybe even with another slave as well. But, that is for later, come, let us sample the wine and fruit that I have laid out.
Ah, wait a moment, here is Stephanus Claudius, the apprentice to Sextus Julius Frontinus."


Looking towards Stephanus, I called out to him.

"Here Stephanus, come, meet Lucius Marius, and join us for some light refreshment my friend. before we begin the festivities, and show these slaves what real Romans can do. Come Stephanus, join us inside."

Entering the great hall, I saw my Egyptian slave Zahra, her long black hair, and olive toned skin, resplendant against the marble pillars. She too was naked, as a slave should be on these occasions. I smiled at Lucius and Stephanus, before presenting her to them.

Slave, present yourself for inspection by Lucius and Stephanus."

She stepped forward, legs apart, awaiting their pleasure.
 
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Zahra nearly blushed as her master called her forward. Oh how did didn't want to naked, to be inspected like this!

"Yes Master."

She uncrossed her arms and did as she was ordered and kept her eyes downcast, lest her defiant thoughts be conveyed through them.

She knew her skin tone and hair set her apart from others. She could feel their eyes on her young curvy body.
 
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Danae Satyria arrived shortly after many of the more dignified guests. She fixed the linen veil over her head so that she may see better. Her father had told her nurses to see that it was removed for the event, however Danae being an unmarried virgin saw it as inapropriate to be unveiled amid so many men.

Her sisters had said little to her about such events however Danae had gotten a bit of information from them reguarding orgies. No one in her house hold had told her that was what she was being sent to attend, Danae had been told she was to meet several friends of her father. As her nurse bid her a pleasent evening and returned to travling party, things didn't seem right. Never was the young girl left with out a servent , now she was a young unmarried girl left alone at the home of an complete stranger.

Danae sighed her Linen gown moved softly as she walked her jewlery softly clinking. Her father had little to do with her life, yet though whispers she had learned he wanted her out of his hands. He had spent years getting his other four daughters married off and now she was all that remained. He was running out of loyal friends to present the girls as gifts to. So she was sent to the party so she could be taken by who ever might desire her.
 
Emma was once more relegated to following behind her master, after Cassius had inspected her. She had enjoyed his touch, and though she had kept herself passive and quiet, as was proper, she could not prevent a slight pleased glimmer, a slight widening of her smile, as she felt his fingers on her sex.

She did see the beautiful, olive-skinned woman within, and noticed with silent approval that she was obedient to the word of her master. Her slight flush told Emma, however, that she was not used to being used sexually. Or, at least unused to being naked before the gaze of others.

Emma had never been touched by any but Lucius, but had been before others, even in Rome itself, unclothed and it was no cause of shame, in her mind. This exotic creature, Emma thought, should be proud, as she was, of her beauty.
 
He'd have it no longer. With the tight secuirty at Cassius Antoninus, Defias, a caputerd Carthaginian general, broke down the bars to the jail. He had bribed one of the guards to losen the bolts holding the bars in place, he kicked a guard in the back and took his sowrd. Defias then ran into the street. He was wearing only brown rags and his shoulder lenght black hair was messy and unkept.
 
Stephanus greeted Cassius and entered the hall. He looked at Zahra and was deeply impressed, this egyptian slave was gorgerous but she seem to be a bit reluctant to present herself.

He looked her over, probed her breast and smiled at her.

Then he looked back at Cassius.

"She looks great, I'm curious as to what service she provides. But first I would like to see what whines you have."
 
I did not watch Zahra, as she presented her body for my friends to inspect, instead my eyes were on Emma, Lucius`s beautiful slave.

I could not help but wonder how she tasted, how she would feel under me, and on top of me also. Then the thought occured to me, her and Zahra together, they could pleasure each other, while I watched, and then joined in.

I made a mental note of this, giving myself an objective to acheive, I glanced around, to see if anyone one else was joining us, and that was when I noticed the young girl, with her head covered by a veil,

Not exactly what one would normally see at an orgy, and no doubt, I determined to point her out to Lucius, once the inspection of Zahra had been completed.
 
Ana emerged gracefully from her carriage, her eyes sweeping the estate with admiration. They lingered a moment on the beautiful garden, which she had heard her father speak of often. His parise was not unwarrented. He was a good friend of Cassius Antoninus, but was unable to attend his friend's celebration for he was away on buisness. Ana, his only daughter, decided to go in his place, thus fufilling her societal duty and freeing herself from other, less enjoyable obligations.

breaking her revarie, she began to make her way towards the house, her blond hair blowing lazing in the wind. she was welcomed into the house by a slave, and smiled gratefully. she swept her gaze quickly aronud the great hall, taking in the elegance and easy luxury of the place. her mind occupied, she did not notice the intense gaze of the man behind her. she let her mind wander to what the night would hold for her, looking foward to the opportunity to enjoy the company of her father's friends.

little did Ana know what the real intent of this "celebration" included.
 
Zahra regained her composure, standing straighter with a little arch to her back that she knew accentuated her features. She kept her gaze down, for the most part, but snuck glances towards her Master's guest and slave.

She fought the urge to tense as he touched her, his gaze hitting every part of her exposed body.
 
Lucius joined the examination of Zahra, attracted by her beauty and her exotic features.

"Ah, my friends, is this not a testament to Rome's strength and size that we in Italia have lovely slaves like this one? Every corner of the Empire yeilds different flavor of a woman, like wine." He said, massaging her abundant, firm breasts. "This one is from the East. Egypt, or perhaps Syria, yes?" He smiled.

Lucius's hand moved down along the slave's body and began rubbing between her spread legs. "Relax, pretty." He said softly to her and when she did, slowly snuck a finger into her pussy. "Oh, she is quite tight!" He noted with pleasure. Cassius must not have been overusing her lately.

"Clean it." He said, bringing the finger back to her lips and watching her suck her own juices off it.

"A lovely toy, Cassius. I commend your choice." He smiled at his friend. "Now, my friend, I have devised a little pleasure for all of us. If you would be so kind as to have someone escort my slave into the kitchen and order your cooks to follow her instructions, we will have it ready soon." Lucius's smile grew when he saw interest in his friend's face. "You will see when it comes." He said. "For the time being, I could go for a cup of watered wine and a sampling of your exotic slave's oral skills."
 
Zahra was able to remain relaxed as another guest came up to her. She could even stand him touching her breasts, although with a little blush on her face, her nipples were becoming hard.

And then his hands began to move all over her body. Even with this she was able to stand still, like a good slave.

But then she felt his hand against her softness of below....she tensed..unable to hide it, and she nearly squirmed when she felt his finger enter her.

But in a moment it was over. She was born a slave, but never was comfortable in these Roman extravaganzas....
 
"Whatever it might be that you have planned Lucius, I am sure that it wil be something very special."

I answered, watching as he enjoyed my slave Zahra, and then turning to call another slave over. I chose Arturo, the black mad with the horses dick.

"Arturo, take this slave to the kitchens, and tell the cooks to prepare whatever she wishes."

I noticed Emma`s reaction to the size of Arturo`s cock, and, as she started to follow Arturo, I stopped her.

{i]"I will see you later slave, and have you, maybe with another, and if you please me, then maybe I will let you sample Arturo`s horse cock.."[/i]

She looked at me, saying nothing, for she was well trained in those aspects. I returned to watching Lucius, making sure that he received his wine, and waiting to see Zahra suck upon his manhhod
 
Emma's eyes went just a little wide at the black man and his cock. She had never seen a cock of that size, save on the holy images of her people and the Priaptic statues of these Romans.

"I will see you later slave, and have you, maybe with another, and if you please me, then maybe I will let you sample Arturo`s horse cock.."

Emma nodded very slightly at Cassius. but saying nothing. When he turned away, Emma couldn't help but grin slightly, as she turned to follow Arturo.

Arturo had taken her to the kitchen, and instructed the cooks to follow Emma's directions. Emma had an expectant glimmer in her eyes, as she looked about at the ingredients available to her.

It would take some time, but she saw with satisfaction that there was a wide selection of sauces, pates, creams, and cheeses. Emma had practiced this before, in preparation for tonight. The cooks at her master's estate had done this quickly, and she rather wished he had brought them as well. However, that would be seen as rude and discourteous.

"Well, this is what we shall need ...."

She spoke in perfect, though accented, Latin, and in an easy, commanding voice that seemed ill-suited to a slave. Her obedience and tractability overlaid the fiery and independent spirit of her Germanic ancestry, and that fire manifested itself not in the rebellion of too many of her people that faced slavery, but in the erotic arts ....
 
"Ah, wonderful." Lucius noted appraisingly after sipping on the diluted wine a slave poured into his cup. Cassius always had something special even for regular occasions; not necessarily extravagant, but special nonetheless. One of those with a good taste for wine and not just the ability to read its price tag.

He sat back and relaxed on the soft divan, sinking into the pillows against the marble wall. He had led the olive-skinned slave girl with him by her hand and now pulled her to kneel before him as he sat with the wine, his legs spread. He took her by the hair and pulled her head towards his crotch, where his manhood was slowly filling out and begining to harden under the toga's folds.

"How has your business been, Cassius?" Lucius asked. "Ceasar's conquests seem to yeild windfall to everyone I talk with. He may be in Gaul for which no one cares, but his victories make our enemies think twice before confronting Rome. From Spains to Syria, kings are more eager than ever to pay tribute. And where does their gold go? Why, to those who make goods and do service for the Senate and People of Rome. People like us, who own mines, smithies, shipyards! Haha! It has never been so good."
 
Ana emerged gracefully from her carriage, her eyes sweeping the estate with admiration. They lingered a moment on the beautiful garden, which she had heard her father speak of often. His parise was not unwarrented. He was a good friend of Cassius Antoninus, but was unable to attend his friend's celebration for he was away on buisness. Ana, his only daughter, decided to go in his place, thus fufilling her societal duty and freeing herself from other, less enjoyable obligations.

breaking her revarie, she began to make her way towards the house, her blond hair blowing lazing in the wind. she was welcomed into the house by a slave, and smiled gratefully. she swept her gaze quickly aronud the great hall, taking in the elegance and easy luxury of the place. her mind occupied, she did not notice the intense gaze of the man behind her. she let her mind wander to what the night would hold for her, looking foward to the opportunity to enjoy the company of her father's friends.

little did Ana know what the real intent of this "celebration" included.
 
Danae stood off in the background becomming a little nervous about the whole afair. She watcvhed the men with the slaves and became thankful she wasn't a slave herself. Such behaviour the young lady found rather offensive.

She was offered a goblet of wine wich she gratiously accepted and sat further away from the others enjoying the wine in private. She wondered how long it would be before her father's men came to collect her. They hadn't brought it up during thir trip, Danae began to wonder if they woudl even come for her.
 
She followed the man, not as if she had a choice. She nearly gasped as he shoved her down, but managed to hold it in. She didn't need to be told what he wanted, with the growing hardness beneith the fabric...and his insistent hand on her head.

She expertly parted his clothing...her hands finding his manhood...she brought her lips down to it, running her tongue up and down the length slowly.....a hand starting to pump the base of his manhood....as her tongue swirled around his cockhead.....

She didnt' pay attention to the mindless drivel the men spoke of. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the task at hand....

Her tongue tip teased right underneith his cockhead....before she dared to take the thickness into her mouth.....deeper and deeper....nearly gagging on it as she tried to take it all.
 
The elder Cassius offered Danae a goblet and watched her drink. He had "disguised" himself with a mask. It covered but his eyes and his only other attempt to hide himself was to darken his hair. For the elder loved young women, and especially his daughter. But daughters must be married to other households, households which would cement alliances and gain power -- or at least wealth. And he was here to make sure she would marry into at least one of them. "Ah, Danae. I have heard so much about your father. He has done so much in the Senate of Rome. I am very proud of his work." Actually, the Elder sighed that she was not a he, or that his daughter was not a son. Danae's family was powerful. But, at least she was a feast for the eyes.

"I do hope you're enjoying the wine. It comes from the best fields of the hills of Rome." Indeed, she should have been enjoying it. The wise Elder had spiced it with an aphrodesiac he used to snare his third wife, Hades rest her soul. He spied his daughter Ana, entering the orgy. He had so wished he could be the one to take her first this evening, but a good politician waits, and only for the right moment.


Scribe.
 
Stephanus watched as Ana entered the room and was instantly smitten with her. She was beautifull and carried herself with such grace and had a defiant aura about her that he just knew she was fun to be around.

He walked over to her and greeted her.

"Ave, I'm Stephanus Claudius, may I ask your name?"
 
Danae drank her drink slwoly politely speaking to the odd masked man that spoke to her. "My father would be very pleased to hear you speakl such find works about him. I am honoured that woud care for my father so much."

Her veiled head bowed to him respectivly.

Sipping more wine she began to feel light headed."THis wine is pleasent thank you for offering it to me." Her body was reacting strangely to it she felt urges she normarlly supressed. sitting on the bench as she was she noticed a slight wetness in her vaginal region and immediatly stood blushing deeply.
 
Lucius was getting more and more pleasure from the olive-skinned slave's enthusiastic blowjob. Soon, his mind was wandering and he could hardly keep up the conversation anymore.

"You have a good slave, Cassius." He complimented, smiling after looking down at Zahra labouring on his big, rigid member. "If you'll excuse me..."

He turned his attention to the slave and watched her for a while, then pushed her head off his member softly.

"Look at me, girl." He said, then lightly slapped his hard, wet cock across her face a couple of times. "When you suck I want you to look at my face, you understand? You have the enthusiasm and ability, but you need to take clues about what your man likes and what he doesn't. Now try it and see if you can please me better than you have."
 
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