"When In Rome..." (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"When In Rome..."

(closed to silvertongue217)

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Lorna Lee, 21.
33B-24-34, 5’8”, 118 lbs.
Fit and firm, well rounded.​

I awoke, flat on my back in tall grass, staring up into a clear, blue sky. I simply laid there for a long moment, trying to think of where I was, then of where I should be since this seemed so wrong. But nothing came to me for the longest time. In the near distance, I could hear the clanging of a small bell, then the bleating of sheep or goats. I knew I shouldn't be able to hear sheep or goats, though I wasn't sure why not. I was entirely confused about where I was, why I was here, even who I was. I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't immediately cooperate. I spent several minutes working my fingers and toes, then wrists and ankles, and finally my entire limbs. I touched my body and found myself to be as naked as the day I was born.

At the sound of a voice, I tilted my chin upwards to find a boy -- perhaps 8 or 9 -- staring down at me with a smile. He looked at my nakedness, giggled, spoke for a moment, then ran off, hollering the same word over and over again.

"No ... no, come back!" I said, struggling to get the words out. I winced as I forced myself up to a squatting position, looking after the disappearing boy. "Come back...! I ... I need your help ... please."

After a moment, it occurred to me that the boy had been calling out a feminine name, perhaps that of a sister or female friend. Then I realized that as he stood over me, the boy had said, You are naked, like my momma and my sisters when they bathe in the river, but you are not bathing. It was only after I'd belatedly interpreted his words that I realized he'd been speaking an ancient form of Greek I'd studied at University, a language that had been dead for almost two thousand years! The words had been slow to come to me, what with not being in my native American English. But I understood them anyhow.

What the hell?

As I looked about myself, I realized that I was atop a small hillock in a wide open pastureland. And in the distance was a city that was very familiar to me and, yet, very unlike how I remembered it from my visits. I'd been in Rome before: 2011 as a high school foreign exchange student; 2015 as a Romance Languages study abroad student; and now to begin a translation job I'd taken as a round about way to relocate to the Mediterranean region.

But the expanse of buildings I was staring at now wasn't the modern Rome I knew. It was ancient Rome. I stood, unsteadily as it was, and searched for the various ruins I knew. I recognized very little of what I saw now, which didn't surprise me; and those structures that I did recognize -- such as the Theatre of Merida, built in the year 15 BC -- weren't in ruins but were instead in their original form. The decades and centuries of war, fire, and earthquake that would leave some of the world's greatest achievements in ruin and rubble hadn't occurred here yet!

Again I thought, What the hell? I couldn't be certain of the exact date, of course, but from what I could remember about Rome's archaeological and architectural history, it seemed as though I was standing on the outskirts of Rome during the 1st century A.D.!

This was simply unbelievable. Simply impossible! How was this happening? Was it happening? Maybe I was imagining this all. Maybe I was still back at the Matter Displacement Experimentation Facility, standing in the antechamber, wide eyed as I listened to the orientation about what the MDEF did. Teleportation...? Transfer of matter from one point to another...? Potential applications in time travel? It had all been above my head, of course. I was just an interpreter, a language student, here in Rome to lead tours of the MDEF for politicians, investors, and the general public. I was no science geek, so most of what the orientation guy had said to me went in one untrained ear and out the other. But the one thing he'd said that stuck me now was travel through the time line.

Had I traveled through time? It seemed pretty obvious that I had.

"There!"

I turned at the sound of the boy's voice to find him flanked by a girl who was a few years older than him and a man old enough to be father to both. I stood as still as a statue for a moment, simply studying them in wonder and awe. These were ancient peoples: Italians, Romans, plebes, peasants, slaves, drovers ... the words that could potentially described them flooded my brain as I looked upon them with a wide, joyous smile. Then, I remembered that I was naked. I wrapped one arm across me to hide my pierced nipples and tattooed left breast, then lowered the hand of the other arm to cover the neatly trimmed landing strip that was flanked by two additional tattoos and otherwise neatly shaved, bare skin.

"Hello, can you help me?" I asked, hoping they could comprehend my book learned Greek. As I looked between the three of them, I went on, "I am lost and do not know where I am. Can you help me?"

The three of them just stared at me while whispering and murmuring between themselves. The boy suddenly turned and ran off down the hill, while the girl untied a string around her neck and offered her cloak out before her. I stepped forward, still doing my best to cover my personals.

"Thank you," I said, taking the cloak. I turned my back to them to dress, momentarily flashing the tramp stamp in the small of my back. I turned to them again, saying, "Thank you for your kindness. My name is Lorna."

The father took his daughter by the arm and began backing away, gesturing me to follow. I did. It was a rough walk over uneven ground, with dirt, rocks, and sometimes sharp grass sticking at my bare feet. We reached a beaten dirt path that was easier to traverse, and after a half mile or so we were entering a tiny village of a dozen small clay and wood huts and animal barns. Others came out to stare at me as we passed, but no one returned my greetings.

The father figure invited me into one of the huts, speaking for the first time, "Please, come into my home."

"Thank you," I said with a smile and polite nod. "I appreciate your kindness."

But that kindness was short lived. Before my eyes had even adjusted to the low light, I'd been seized. I struggled like a crazed woman, but in no time at all my feet were tied together, my hands were tied before me, and I was being hauled out the back of the hut into a small barred cart. My study of history and delight with Roman Empire era movies and television told me a simple, undeniable truth: I was being enslaved.

The slave-pulled cart left the village and headed out across the countryside. Several times, I was unloaded from a smaller cart and reloaded into a larger one, each new one with more slaves housed inside and more slaves pulling it outside. By the time I reached my destination -- a walled estate on a rocky rise in the middle of a cultivated valley -- ten black-as-night African males were pulling the cart now packed with a three dozen women and children of every skin shade, their ages ranging from twenty years younger than me to twenty years older than me.

I spent the next four days trying to conceal my otherwise naked body within the cloak I'd been so kindly given before being stripped of it, displayed on the slave sale block, and purchased by what was about the ugliest man I'd ever seen in my life. I was given a pair of worn sandals and an uncomfortable, canvas-like dress that looked and smelled as if it had been taken off a dead body, bound to the back end of a cart filled with goods from the local market, and drug off into the countryside once more...

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So far, no one had touched me in that way. But if I knew my history at all, I knew it was only a matter of time before I became some noble man's mistress or -- worse yet -- some military unit's sex toy. Twice over the next three days, I attempted to escape. And each time I was stopped, beaten, and warned not to attempt it again. Then, as if my future wasn't uncertain enough already...

 

[silvertongue217]

"Legionnaire Capricus our scouts have reported they are nearing!"

The man himself looked up from his charts and maps of the area and took in the bright faced messenger boy. He smiled as he took him in, so bright eyed so eager to become a striking figure in the might of the roman empire. It brought the thirty some old man pleasure to see such a boy.

"Thank you" Capricus said smiling at the boy and rising up from his seat in his command tent. The kids eyes widened even more taking in the large mountain of a man. Capricus was a beast of a man to most people, he was broad shouldered and hulking with sharp features save for one weak chin that marked an imperfection on what could other wise be some one cut from the gods them selves. His shirt hair was black and his eyes a stunning blue pierced the kid as he backed up involuntarily.

"Listen to your commander and one day you might grow up to look like me" He told the kid laughing as he grabbed his helmet and placed it over his head "Now boy run along I am sure you have more messages to carry"

The kid nodded and with a bow slash salute scampered off into the rows of tent. His legion was camped out in the forest combating the growing under ground slavery trade and the bandits taking advantage of the slaves. Slavery was all well and good but the might empire that Rome was needed its cut.

Any thing less than that was not allowed

"Have we found them then?" Capricus asked coming over to the party being assembled at the north edge of the camp.

"We have Sir" The lead man said Tiberuis "There moving in a convoy now they should be crossing our ambush site in a matter of moments"

"Good" Capricus said smiling in pleasure as he mounted his horse "I want to see their faces when we catch them we ride men!"

"We ride"

...............................

By the time they got there it was over. The bandits were no match for the might of the roman army.

Not that he had expected them to be

No causalities on his side nor on theirs. The minute the bandits had seen the weaponry they laid their arms down and surrendered. He would have called them cowards but he was glad none of his mens lives had been wasted on the trash and filth.

"Take them away" Capricus said shaking his head at the men who were the leaders of the ring "They should be hanged the next town over" He said ignoring their shouts of fear and walking over to the slaves.

"Welcome slaves" Capricus said removing his helmet "I herby welcome you officially to the Roman empire your slavery was done under... well less than official circumstances but that is okay! We have saved you from these brutes and now you are officially part of the Roman empire"

He didnt expect them to say any thing back so he paused sweeping his eyes across them as he studied them. He was just about to turn when one caught his attention.

A woman

He eyed her his eyes ranking her up and down. She was.... very alluring catching his eye in a way most others did not. These slaves were supposed to be going to a processing merchant who was officially licensed to sell slaves in the Roman Empire.

But one could disappear

"Take that woman" Capricus murmured to one of the men coming by "Let her wash and deliver her to my tent back at the camp"

"Yes sir!" They said turning on their heels and scrambling to go and take the slave out of line.

 

[CutiePie1997]

My fate had been certain: I would become the bedroom play thing of the ugly fat man who'd purchased me; or, if he put more value on me than that, he would sell me for a profit to a man of higher class who would treat me just the same.

Then the Roman Centurions rode down upon the supply and slave train, easily taking control of it, its armed escorts, and its cargo, including me. For a moment, my wishful thinking had me fantasizing about freedom. For a moment.

"Take that woman ... Let her wash and deliver her to my tent back at the camp."

I realized that my fate had changed only in the sense that I'd be on my hands and knees naked for a different man. A soldier -- an Aide to this Legionnaire Capricus, I would learn in the hours to come -- cut my lead rope from the cart, yet did nothing to release my hands. After half an hour of being led behind his horse through the hills and woods, we arrived at a large military camp. I was taken to a large, heavily guarded tent, where a trio of women seemingly from three different parts of the world set about to preparing me for the Commander's pleasure.



Two hours later, you wouldn't have recognized me. I smelled of lilacs after a long bath in which the slave women nearly scrubbed away my top layer of skin. My hair was pinned up along the sides and back, with long stemmed flowers interweaved through it. My face was painted, though not nearly as much as it would be if I was back home heading out for a night of dancing and (likely) sex. I was dressed in clean clothes for the first time in almost a week, which in and of itself might have been worth sucking this Roman officer's cock.

What surprised me the most, though, was the amount of jewelry I was wearing. It wasn't the most expensive of items, mostly gold plate over lesser metals and lots of a cheap version of sterling silver. But still, it was far more than I would have imagined a sex slave wearing...

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In fact, I hadn't expected to be wearing anything more than a shift and a hateful expression. When the women were finished with me, I was given a light meal and some thick wine, the latter of which I initially refused to drink but did consume after I was almost threatened with having it poured down my throat. I guess the Commander or General or What-Ever-The-Fuck thought I'd be a little more compliant if I was a bit tipsy.

The Aide and a pair of soldiers came for me eventually, each of the latter taking one of my elbows and walking me a hundred yards or so across the camp to an even larger, even more heavily guarded tent. Along the way, I found dozens, even hundreds of soldiers taking notice of me, even making lewd comments which, in a couple of cases, brought the wrath of the officer leading me.

Inside the tent, the officer and guards left me and second trio of men took custody of me. None of these laid a hand on me, though, nor did they speak to me. The soldiers simply flanked the door, as if to ensure I didn't flee through it; and the officer continued to pick through some unrolled scrolls while peeking up at me occasionally. Eventually, a slave -- identified by the plaque hanging around his neck as in the HBO series "Rome" that I had only recently watched -- appeared from beyond a tapestry that was acting as a wall, dividing the tent. He bowed to me as if I outranked him somehow, introducing himself, "I am Posco. I serve my master, Capricus, as do you now."

He half turned and swept a hand, inviting me to pass around the tapestry wall. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I mean, like I had a choice. I either gave myself willingly to this Legionnaire, or I was beaten into submission and then gave myself willingly to this Legionnaire. Of course, I was still presuming that I was here to sate Capricus's sexual needs. Maybe I was here for other reasons, I don't know, maybe to sweep the rugs or peel his grapes.

Right, I thought to myself as I reluctantly headed around the tapestry. Peel his grapes...

 

[silvertongue217]

"Sir she is uh.... Well ready"

I glanced up unable to hide my smirk of pleasure at the young slave Posco words. I would have been lying if I said I hadnt been looking forward to this. Ever since I laid eyes on the girl I had wanted her. I couldnt be quite sure what drew me to her in such a way just that there was some thing about her that I found incredibly alluring.

"Good" I murmured unable to hide the pleased smirk on my face as I rose up and gestured for him to leave us. I did not want nor need an audience for my time with the girl. Not when my mind was already working on things to her.... Ways I wanted to see her.

Before I could dwell on those types of things the doors opened. I watched with both pleasure and relish as she was brought in and presented to me.

"Leave us" I barked to every one by the door guard and servant. There was some hesitation on their part but before I could bark the order again they nodded and left as one.

"Now thats better" I said smiling in pleasure and looking at her "So my dear would you like to pour us a drink? I have no doubt its been a hard last couple of days and you are parched" I said nodding at the wine jug that had been laid out previously and walking over to my desk.

"I have to say I have never quite seen a slave as lovely as you" I told her speaking honestly and bluntly "Some thing tells me that your story.... Well it is much more interesting that others I have come across so tell me how did you end up in our great empire?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Capricus appeared almost as different to me out of all his armor and arms as I probably did to him out of my dirt and grime. He was a good looking man in both face and form, and under any other circumstances, I may have been interested enough to invite him back to my place for drinks and sex. But, these weren't those circumstances.

"Now thats better"

...the Legionnaire said after we were alone. I found it curious that we were, alone I mean. Hollywood had so often shown slaves or other servants nearby during sex scenes, either to serve the lovers when all was consensual or protect the master/mistress when a non-consensual situation posed a potential risk. Had Hollywood created such scenes strictly for the erotic twist of having nearby eyes and ears to such private events? Or did Capricus simply have no fear of being alone with me? I looked him over, understanding the weight advantage he would have over me if I was to resist or even attack. And the strength in those arms and that chest were obvious even while the soldier was dressed. No, I wouldn't be putting up a fight tonight.

"So my dear would you like to pour us a drink? I have no doubt its been a hard last couple of days and you are parched."

I almost smirked at his suggestion. No, at the reason behind it. I doubted Capricus was concerned with my hydration level. Was he wanting me tipsy, even drunk for his rape of me? And was it even rape? I mean, I'd already accepted the fact that the officer was going to be ramming his cock into me tonight. So, while it wasn't something I wanted, I was going to let it happen.

I moved to the wine jug and poured two glasses, one full for Capricus and one only half so for myself. The pouring time for each had been equal, though, and with my back to him and the way I held the wooden mugs up high as I passed one to him, I hoped he didn't notice the volume difference. If I was lucky, I might make him pass out before he ever got his cock out of his ... hell, I forgot what they called Roman uniform trousers during this era.

"I have to say I have never quite seen a slave as lovely as you."

I cringed at the word slave, though I hid it from Capricus. I lifted my mug to hide my clenched jaws, pretending to take a long draw at the thick wine. Slave... Hell, back in my time and place just using that word in a context such as this would have resulted in criminal charges or, at the least, a hefty settlement for sexual discrimination. Well, unless you were into BDSM, I mean, which I never had been.

"Some thing tells me that your story.... Well it is much more interesting that others I have come across, so tell me how did you end up in our great empire?"

I actually did laugh at that one, though I quickly apologized, telling Capricus I meant no offense. I barely sipped at the wine again, startled by its strength, then said softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

But Capricus's response led me to tell him in a straight forward voice, "I'm from the future ... two thousands years in the future, as a matter of fact. I was apparently accidentally transported across time by a machine originally designed to transport things from place to place. In my time ... the year two thousand, sixteen ... the Roman Empire no longer exists. The Romans, like the Greeks and the Byzantines and Phoenicians and the ... whoever before them ... were crushed and replaced. The only thing left of your civilization is an incredible and still standing aquaduct in Spain, the ruins of the Great Coliseum a few miles from here in Rome, and a world wide obsession with overpriced menus at fine Italian restaurants across America."

I glanced at Capricus and, despite the many other thought that could have entered my brain, the one that did was Oh, yeah, you don't know anything about the aquaduct or coliseum, because they haven't been built yet ... and you don't know anything about America because you and your ignorant cohort baven't been that far west because you still think the fucking world is flat!

Suddenly, I felt the blood rush from my face with panic. What the fuck were you thinking, you fucking idiot. I looked up at Capricus for his reaction, then felt the blood rush back into my face with embarrassment. I looked to the floor, which was a thick tarp-like carpet over the pounded, leveled ground below. I quickly said, "Forgive me. I ... I..." Fuck, how do I explain this? I asked myself. Humor was the answer, I hoped. Quickly I said, "M'lord, I am-- was a member of a comedy troupe. That was all just ... part of an act ... a performance. Please forgive my..." What was that word, I searched. I looked up with eyes that were glazing over with tears of fear. "Imputence," I said, not even sure whether or not that was a word he and his culture knew. "Please forgive me. I was ... I was only trying to entertain you ... as--" I hesitated in disbelief that I was saying this. I finished, "As your loyal and obedient slave."
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[silvertongue217]

My eye brows rose as she told her tale and though I felt shock course through my system I hid it under a cool careful demeanor. She spun a tale straight out of a tall tale. Magic and sorcery were rampent in it. A woman out of time? From a impossible future? I rose as she talked draining my wine in one smooth motion as my eyebrows knitted together and my anger started to rise.....

She seemed to realize however that the jest was not sitting well with me. She back tracked her fear and nerves causing her to stutter out an answer of comedy and mischief and claiming it as part of her act.

Yet.......

There was some thing about her, some thing that felt out of place in the larger world. Of course her story was ridiculous but I could also sense that the "honest" answer that of her being in a comedy trope..... Well that didnt sound right either.

"I see" I said deciding to play ignorance for now and making a mental note to ask one of my men to question the slaver about her "Well I must say it sounds like a good act.... however it would behove of you not to make such jest now we tend to strike down such insolence"

I set my empty wine glass down and sat back down crossing my arms to look at her and study her. My tongue flicked out wetting my bottom lip as a look of hunger crossed my face.

"Are you A virgin?" He asked her raising an eyebrow "Did any of the men take you while you were being bought and sold?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"... however it would behove of you not to make such jest now we tend to strike down such insolence"

I lowered my gaze even further, understanding that my humor and sarcasm wouldn't be accepted here as easily at it was back in the 21st century. Unsure of how I was supposed to address Capricus, I responded, "Yes, m'lord."

After a moment he sat and asked bluntly...

"Are you A virgin?"

I looked back up quickly, a bit surprised. It wasn't a question I had expected to be asked.

"Did any of the men take you while you were being bought and sold?"

I tilted my face downward again, this time more to hide the smile that was threatening to spread my lips than of any obedience to the man. Because I hadn't expected the question, I hadn't prepared a response. What was the proper response? Telling Capricus that I wasn't a virgin might lead him to believe that I knew what I was doing in bed and, therefore, would be more likely able to please him. (Of course, I had a lot of friends back home in my time who were sluts yet didn't get many compliments other than the simple fact that they'd spread their legs so quickly and so often.)

However, telling the Centurion that I was a virgin seemed to make a lot more sense, though I was thinking on the fly. Maybe he would be gentler with me. Maybe he wouldn't take me tonight and instead -- because of a perceive value as being pure of body -- sell me to some rich noble, thereby delaying my rape. Of course, how was I to know whether this rich noble would be any better of a master to me than Capricus.

I decided to take a middle position. Without looking up, I lied, "I was wed to a soldier, m'lord ... a Centurion of some rank but certainly not of your importance. He took me to his bed the night before he deployed and--"

I hesitated, bringing to my mind the day when I was six and I walked outside to go to school, only to find that my father had unknowingly backed over my kitten on his way out of the driveway. That memory had always been my go to sadness when I was trying to dredge up tears. I peeked up for just a flash as if to seek sympathy from Capricus, but my true reason was for him to see the flood of tears that I had so easily forced from my eyes.

"He-- he--" I sobbed once, shook a bit, then with a slow motion collapsed down to my knees and began crying. I almost laughed to myself at the skill with which I was playing out my hysterics. I toned it back a bit, finally finishing, "He gave his life for the Empire, m'lord."

I stayed where I was, on the canvas-carpet covering, sobbing lightly, waiting to see what kind of effect my sadness might have on the Centurion's likely-already-hard cock.

 

[silvertongue217]

I had not expected her answer.

When she spoke and told her tale of being married to a soldier I could not help but rock backwards in surprise. I most certainly never expected to hear those words come out of her mouth. IF her story was true (and judging by the large sobs and tears currently gracing her pretty face I had no reason to suspect otherwise) then that meant she was more than a slave.

She was A lady

"There is no need for crying" I said my voice gentle as I grabbed a rag and handed it to her "I had no idea that you were married to one of our own" I murmured reaching out to place my hand on hers as I looked into her eyes.

"That does make your predicament some what more precarious" I remarked softly "If you are what you claim to be then we can make a case to release you from servitude my men and I have no wish to enslave a woman who was married to one of our own and died for his service.... What was his name? Where did you meet him at? That would tell me where he was stationed at"