When In Rome (Open to one male)

[heartofcourage]

(I am a huge fan of the work of Jean-Leon Gerome. One of my favorite paintings of his is of a woman being auctioned as a slave. If you are interested in joining me in this, RP please PM me with details about your character. I would like someone who is detailed and can post at least once a day)

http://www.jeanleongerome.org/158325/Selling-Slaves-in-Rome-large.jpg



She didn’t know why she was here in this strange land. Her home seemed like such a distant memory by now, conquered by a strong army who had taken her and turned her into a slave. She had sisters, a father, brothers…she’d never see them again. If she allowed panic to rule her heart, she would surely end up like the other simpering women around her. They cried day and night, lamenting what had been taken from them. It would be of no use to dream of the past. Rome was her future now.

The Quaestors called her a Gaul. They would spout the word like an insult as they spoke about the other women around her. They didn’t know quite what to make of her. She had been silent since she’d been taken, refusing to say a word to anyone. They asked her what her name was and she never answered. They grumbled about the price they would lose on someone like her, defective goods is what they called her. She wasn’t mute. She had nothing to say to those men. She had a name, one that she would keep to herself.

There was movement in the room where the women were kept, a panicked cry coming from the lips of a few as a guard moved among them, selecting some to follow him. She was one of the ones that he choose, his hand firm around her upper arm as he lead her towards a crowded room that was filled with people. She could hear their voices as they approached, the quick chatter of a quaestor as he talked about the charms of a woman who was displayed on a platform.

She was shocked to see that the woman was nude, men and women around the platform bidding in a flurry of upraised hands and quick voices. Her heart raced at the possibility that she would be going up there soon. No, she couldn’t possibly do that! The guard’s hand remained firm around her arm, keeping her beside him, ensuring that she wouldn’t run. Not that she could really get far in this unfamiliar land.

Two women later, it was her turn. She trembled as she was led to the platform, the simple garment that draped her body tugged aside by the guard before he stepped away and the quaestor began to address the crowd. She stared upon them with wide eyes, her lips dry as she struggled to not cover her intimate curves from their view. She could hear him describing her, using words that would make her blush. Unable to look out on the crowd any longer, she raised her arms and buried her face in the crook of her elbows, trying to ignore the flurry of bids that began.

 

[heartofcourage]

bump Still looking for a taker

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus Furius Regulus had spent the last few months saving as many of his denarius as he could. The stonemason, while a crafted man at his trade, was not one who could find someone to share his life with him. His meagre hut was messy, and he hardly had the time to get to the market to see to his needs for food and other necessities in life. He had passed the slave auction several months before, seeing the women being sold there. Naked, nothing hidden from view, it would be easy to see the health of a woman, and how well she would work about the house.

A new group of slaves from Gaul were up for sale, and Gnaeus had made his way to the block, waiting like everyone else to see what was on offer. Unlike many of the other buyers, his clothing was rough, torn and stained with a thick layer of dust from working the stone. He was also a squat man, but thick of build; his arms were large, though not like those of a smith, but still with plenty of muscle from moving large stones and working them into the desired shapes. He was far from appealing to the eye, his features as delicate as the bones of the earth he was handed to work on.

The first slave was brought up into view, her clothing removed to show her to the crowd. The bids started quickly as the auctioneer extolled her virtues. He was too caught up in the novelty to even enter a bid, and the woman was sold to another woman looking for someone like he was; a domestic slave. The fervor was burned out of the crowd, and they listened to the man before making any bids. Gnaeus could have bought any of the women with the money he had on hand, if he wanted any of them.

But then the next one was brought up. She was not in tears like the others, though she was not happy to be there. Her body was fine enough for his liking, but the very tone of the seller made it clear early that there was a flaw with her. The others in the crowd heard it too.

"Not a word has passed her lips. Mute she is, but that means she will be a quiet one for when the time is needed."

Nothing after that seemed to inspire the crowd. Many thought that being mute meant that there was more wrong with her, and few wanted a slave with such defects. She looked healthy enough, and she seemed to hear well enough as she blushed at the way the seller described her attributes so well. She wasn't the prettiest slave to grace the block, but she was nice on his eyes.

A few lacklustre bids were made, and Gnaeus saw his chance to gain what he needed without too much expense. His bid was called in the rough, cracked voice that his working days gave him. A few people looked his way, another made a bid, having a similar thought to him about a cheap purchase. He countered, and the other decided not to pursue it any further. Gnaeus grinned as he heard the word "Sold" cry out through the small area. With a great deal of excitement, he barged his way through the crowd to pay for, and collect, his newest possession.

 

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The auction was over nearly as soon as it was done. Daring to peek at the crowd as the quaestor announced that she was sold, she could only imagine the person who had purchased her. Were they kind? Would they work her to the bone? Her mind was swirling with all manner of possibilities when the guard returned and pulled her from the auction block.

She took the garment she’d been clothed in when it was thrust between her numb fingers, her head bowed as a blush crossed her cheek and she quietly dressed herself as they waited for the person that had purchased to come and get her. She had been bought. The mere thought sent a shiver of revulsion down her spine. She wanted to rage, to scream, to cry and fight, to lament her circumstances, but it would do no good. This was the way of this strange land and she was now living in the middle of the chaos.

She could feel the guard eyeing her closely as if to try and figure her out. He was waiting for her to speak, to contradict what they said about her, but she stayed silent. Her sorrow was weighing heavily on her as she heard the footsteps of a man approaching. Raising her soft brown eyes to him, she took in the man that was now her master.

He wasn’t handsome, not really, but underneath the layer of grim and untidy clothing, she could see the large muscles of a man that worked hard for a living. She sighed, thinking that he must expect her to share in that hard work. She wasn’t afraid of that expectation and there were far worse places to have been sent by the conquering nation.

She noticed his strong hands, his thick build, and she gulped in a soundless way, her mind spinning with all the possibilities of what might happen to her. Would she be a domestic servant or something more salacious? Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, she resigned herself to her fate. It didn’t matter what might happen. It didn’t change what she was and who this man before her was.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus slowed to a normal pace as he closed on the guard protecting his newly bought possession. She was once more garbed, which made him happy. She looked up at him, looking him over as he approached. He wondered what she thought of the rough, unkempt man closing on her. Was she hoping for a woman to have bought her, or maybe someone more handsome perhaps. After her initial view, he saw the nervousness cross her face. Gnaeus wondered for a moment what may have caused that, but then decided it was none of his concern.

The Quaestor's slave checked the tally sheet, confirming the price of the woman. Gnaeus counted out the still sizable number of coins into the other man's hands, until the exact amount was passed. The sheet was updated, and the slave nodded to the guard.

"Even with her being mute, you got a good bargain. She'll serve you well, I think."

Gnaeus nodded. "Yes. Plenty work for this one. Come." His voice was low, gruff and gravelly, suiting his appearance well. He walked a few paces, turning to confirm his slave was following him, then continued on his trek toward his home.

He took her via the market, stopping to get meat, cheese, wine and some fruits as well. Every item purchased was put into her arms to carry. He didn't overload her, or make it hard for her to balance her load. His shopping complete, they continued until they reached his domicile.

He lived on the outskirts of the large town, not far from the place where he did most of his work. The hut was more a small house made of local stones, roughly worked and fitted together to make it proof against the weather. He had no door, but a large sheet of leather served to keep the entrance sealed when needed. Inside, his needs were simple. He had a place to cook, a place to eat, a place to sleep and the rest was where he could move, or store what he needed to keep inside.

"Put food over there." He pointed to a place where other foods were kept, along with his eating utensils. "Now, go to creek, fill bucket with water, then come back and clean your master. Go."

 

[heartofcourage]

She shivered upon hearing his voice. It was the same as his appearance, gravelly and rough. She was beginning to have her doubts that he would be a kind man but as he bade her to come she had no choice but to follow behind him. She stayed a few paces behind, her eyes cast down as they entered the city market.

She could run. The thought did cross her mind in a very appealing manner, but she thought of all the cruel things that might happen to her if she did. No, it was best to stay with this man. He could provide a certain level of protection that she could not provide for herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he began to purchase items, putting them in her arms. She looked at him, surprised. She wanted to ask him questions, to talk to him about what would happen now, but she thought it best to keep her tongue and bide her time. She would reveal to him that she really wasn’t mute in time. He didn’t overburden her as he continued to place items in her arms, enough to feed what looked like a small army. It was no wonder with his hard muscles that he probably ate enough for three people.

As he moved from the market, she hurried after him, now walking along side him instead of a few steps behind. She kept stealing sidelong glances at her new master, her eyes studying his profile, searching for any hint of emotion within it.

Then they were on the outskirts of town, a small stone hut before them. It was rough and messy, but not completely hopeless. It was obvious this man was very Spartan with his life, the bare necessities present and his dress sloppy. There was no woman in this household. That job would fall to her.

She looked at him for a moment as he explained what he wanted her to do. She nodded her head in understanding as she went to place the food in its proper place, silently making her way back to his side and hearing him comment that she was to now go to the creek and get water. There was a large jug by the door, heavy and made of clay, which she picked up and slipped back out into the sunshine. She could hear the water trickling nearby, a small river apparent as it wound its way through lush green hills.

She made her way towards it, taking her time as she filled the jug and splashed cool water on her weary face. Perhaps it wasn’t the best turn her life could have taken, but fate could never be so cruel as to give her more than she could handle. He might have been gruff, but he was probably a better master than most that were at that dreadful auction.

When she finally made it back to the house, she placed the jug in its place, turning to look at him as he stared at her. She silently asked him what to do next, her throat muscles working as she struggled to not make a sound.

 

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She returned with the water, placing the jug back where she found it. He saw that she took the time to slash some water on her face to help cool her down. But she stood, staring at him as if waiting for her next command.

His expression soured, as he walked to find a piece of cloth that he picked up and flung at her. "Not just mute." He shook his head, removing the rough cloth covering his body.

The clothing didn't hide much of Gnaeus' form from his slave. The powerful arms and legs were clearly seen, along with some scars from his work. It also did nothing to hide his barrel chest, broad shoulders and flat belly. What it did hide was some further scarring, as well as a substantial sized, flaccid cock.

"Well, I told you before you went to get the water, you were to clean me. Come clean me." He held his arms out slightly, scowling at his slave waiting for her to do as she was commanded.

"If you're not good in the head, I will go back and get some money back on you. Said you were mute, not dumb too. Maybe get one smarter who can do job properly, send you to farm to pull plow, or maybe to Legion to keep men happy." He took a hard look at her. "Maybe just scared of nasty man who owns slave now. If my slave can't remember simple commands, and do simple commands, then slave will be punished to help remember.

"Now, get all dirt off Master."

 

[heartofcourage]

She could feel her cheeks growing red as a mixture of anger and embarrassment passed through her. She wasn’t stupid, far from it, but this man before her made her feel as it she were the silliest creature in the world. She wanted to open her mouth and send him a stinging retort, but as she parted her lips, she thought better of it and clamped them shut yet again.

The cloth in her hands was clean, a few smudges here and there, but she figured it would take time to get his home in shape. When she looked from the cloth to her new master, her cheeks grew hotter still as she found herself staring at the naked man before her. He wasn’t the first man she’d seen nude, not in the least, but certainly the closest as they stood in the little house he called home.

She gulped and averted her gaze, the hard look that he gave her searing into her flesh as she dipped the cloth into the cool water and gently began her task. The cloth glided over his skin, wiping away the dirt and grime that had collected over time. She was amazed at how well proportioned his body was, years of hard work showing in hard muscle and scars.

As she dipped the cloth and began cleaning again, a sudden thought occurred to her that he would expect a thorough job. She didn’t know if she could do that and panic was clearly evident on her face as she gave a quick few swipes to his privates before she moved on to his legs and feet.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she finished her task and cleaned away anything that was left behind.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus Kept a close eye on his slave as she went about the task of washing a few days worth of work from his skin. He saw her red cheeks, smiling to himself that she may not have seen a naked man before, or maybe not one like him. She was gentle with her actions, and seemed to show she knew what she was doing. He started to relax a little as the cool water carried away the dust clogging his skin, making him feel so much better with it's passage.

He found himself nodding as she did things right. She was thorough, not leaving any dirt behind when she cleaned a part of him. His arms, legs and chest bore the brunt of the dust collection. But when she came to clean his groin, she was less attentive, quickly moving onto his legs. Since there wasn't much dust there to be cleaned away, Gnaeus decided not to scold her or correct her, just then. Another thought passed through his mind as she continued working on his legs.

When she finished, she placed the rag in the bowl with the water she had used to clean him. Once more, she was looking at him, the question on her face as to what she was to do next. He took hold of her right wrist in his massive left hand, pulling her closer to him. He looked her in the eye, his gaze coming from slightly lower than her own.

"You will not be afraid of your master's body." His plans had started getting his cock inflating. He pulled her hand down to touch his slowly growing member. "Touch it, slave. Hold it in your hand." The same soft touch when she cleaned him was there, and it was helping to make him grow hard even quicker. It didn't take long for his slave to be holding a fully engorged, hot length of flesh. "See, nothing wrong with it. Feel it, all of it. Go on."

Gnaeus was going to enjoy every moment of this lesson, and if she did well enough, he might reward her.

 

[heartofcourage]

She squeaked in confusion as he took her slender writ in his hand and pulled her close. He looked he in the eye, his dark gaze making her shiver. What emotion was passing through her in that moment she didn’t know, but it was new and mysterious. She gasped again as he pulled her hand towards his manhood which was rapidly growing in size.

“I…” She started, the word slipping from her mouth before she could stop it. Her only course of action now was so keep her eyes down, pretend that she’d never said it as he closed her fingers around the length of him.

He felt heavy in her hand, scalding hot and firm. She’d never felt something quite like this before in her life. She chewed on her lower lip, her eyes flicking towards his for a split second before she felt the length of it, slowly moving her hand over the skin as he murmured words of encouragement. The tip of it was soft, slightly spongy, the skin and angry red and laced with veins which gave it a unique texture and appearance.

She then moved her hand back down the hard length of him, her fingers moving to run through the hair that grew around his groin before her fingers gently stroked his hanging balls, feeling the soft globes tightening as she cupped him. She glanced towards his face once more, trying to gage his reaction as her fingers continued their sensual exploration.

 

[marauder13]

For a moment, Gnaeus thought he heard his slave speak. She may have made some squeak or other sound, but even then he was no sure. But her delicate hand felt cool against his shaft, and very pleasant too. He nodded slowly as she continued, soft, rumbling sighs of approval filled the hut as her hand continued to get a feel of him.

He was certain that his was the first the wench had touched. The look on her face, how she bit her bottom lip, all told him of her nerves. When she got to his sack, she looked back, her expressive face asking her question. He smiled, and nodded. His breathing was deeper than usual, and his heart was beating a little harder too.

His hands made short work of her clothing, and she was again naked in his presence. His hands reached out, cupping her breasts. He lifted them slightly, feeling their weight, and some of their firmness as well. He caressed them, rubbing his fingers and palms over her soft skin gently. Though his hands were large, thick fingered and callused from hard work, his touch was very gentle, smooth and at times soft. Between her efforts, and his discoveries, his smile grew larger.

"Keep going, slave. Get good feel of your Master. Slave has good hands, and is doing good things. Yes, keep going."

 

[heartofcourage]

It was a strange sensation to be standing in the middle of a man’s home, stroking him intimately and listening to the pleasing sounds of his dark, rumbling sighs. He was happy, which meant that he might not take her back to the quaesters after all. She smiled to herself in triumph as her delicate fingers continued to stroke over his hard length.

She was startled to feel her clothing being removed and she was slightly nervous to be standing in front of him again, fully nude. She let out a surprised gasp when his hands reached out and cupped the gentle swell of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered to look at his, the dark brown gaze widening at the intimate feel of his hands on breasts that had never known a man’s touch. It was strange, making her nervous, but at the same time very excited. It wasn't unpleasent. Oh, certainly not that.

She wanted to murmur something to him, but she truly found her tongue silenced as her rubbed his palms and fingers over the smooth creamy skin and her hard dusky nipples. She whimpered deep in her throat, a sound of helpless pleasure as she continued to stoke his length a little harder. He was pleased, the smile on his face encouraging her as she stroked and caressed him, her fingers squeezing his sack in response to the feel of his fingers on her own skin. She wanted to please him, to show him that she wasn't completely useless and had things she could do very well. Of course, those talents were more domestic than passionate, but so far it seemed that her new master had no complaints.

 

[marauder13]

The tightening of her hand around him as she stroked him made Gnaeus feel good. He had been with prostitutes before, but they were just fucked and paid. There was no touching before hand. His throat still caused deep grumbles to fill the room as she continued to please him. It wasn't what he had expected when he grabbed her hand, but he was not going to stop her.

He felt the hardening of her nipples under his palms, and moved his hands to allow his thumbs to investigate. He flicked both nipples with his thumbs a few times, liking the feel of the then hard flesh. He was pleased to hear nice sounds coming from her, sounds he took to mean she liked it too.

He took one hand from her breast, dropping it to between her legs. He found her slit under the hair' Again, he was surprisingly gentle as he found his way between the fleshy lips. He ran his finger the full length of her slit, until he found where he could delve deeper. He pressed his finger against the barrier a little, then ran his finger all the way back up, and over the hood.

"Hmmm... maybe slave smart. Slave like feel of Master's hands on body? Yes? Like Master touching slave?"

 

[heartofcourage]

The low grumble of her master’s voice did strange things to her. She was squirming before him, her hand still bolding stroking his length. He seemed to enjoy what she was doing to him and wasn’t it her job now to make him happy? If he were happy then perhaps he would treat her kindly.

She gasped when his thumbs flicked over her pearled nipples, the sensation narrowing straight to the wet and aching flesh between her thighs. She cooed at the wonderful feeling, her lips parting as she stroked him a bit firmer, her hands more bold as he did something to her that no man had ever done before.

She was surprise that a man his size could be so gentle, but that’s exactly what he was. His hand trailed from her breast, over the length of her pale abdomen until it slid through the slick flesh between her legs. She gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

“N…no!” She cried out, her thighs clenching around his hand as he ran his finger into her hole, reaching the barrier within before he retreated and flicked his finger over a deliciously sensitive spot at the apex of her slit.

She moaned then, her hand stilling on his hard length as she tipped her head back slightly, her lips parting as she trembled against his hand.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus found himself warming to his new slave. She was enjoying him and what he was doing, and seemed that she would serve him well, in all ways.

But her cry of 'No' killed whatever lusty thoughts he had for her. The hand that found her slit moved rapidly, wrapping itself around the wrist of her exploring hand, tightening like a shrinking band of steel and pulling it away. His other hand lashed to cover her throat, holding her at arm's length from him.

"Not mute?!? Slave can speak? Why not slave speak before? Why slave lie to Masters?"

He trembled with anger and confusion. Was she trying to trick them to make her life easier? Was this some form of weak revenge on her part for being enslaved? Was it her way of getting back at her Master, making that she had no voice?

"Speak, slave. Or you will be punished." He flexed his hand about her throat, showing her how easily he could choke the life out of her, if he so desired.

 

[heartofcourage]

She gave a cry of fear as he suddenly grabbed her wrist in a brutal way, jerking her hand away from his hardness. Then she gave another choking cry when his hand reached to wrap around her throat, the pressure of it making her tremble as he asked her all sorts of questions she didn’t want to answer.

“No, sir.” She said in a soft whisper, his fingers tightening around her neck as he held her there before him. “I’m not mute.” She admitted to him, tears gathering in her eyes as he shook her slightly.

“I…I…” She was suddenly tongue tied as she stared into his angry features, trying to come up with an explanation as to why she hadn’t said a word to anyone since her capture. “Please, sir, forgive me.” She begged him, her voice hoarse from disuse.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus growled as he let go of his slave's wrist. He turned his head with fast, furious motions. Without any further word, he dragged her closer to his cot, hurling her onto it face down.

One hand landed at the top of her back, just below her neck, pinning her down on his bed. The other hand was raised, and descended on her rear with a mighty open handed blow.

"Your Master ask you why you not speak, slave. No forgiveness given if no answer given. Why slave not speak?"

He shifted the hands that pinned her, and he knelt beside her. "Slave was making Master happy. Now Master not happy. Slave obeys Master makes Master happy. Slave wants happy Master, yes?" He grabbed her head, turning her to look him straight in the face. "Obey Master. Answer Master. Make Master happy again."

 

[heartofcourage]

She let out a cry of fear as he pulled her to his cot and threw her face down on the surface. She squealed and struggled against his hold, her arms and legs flailing as he brought his strong hand down in a sharp slap to her bottom. She did cry out then, her arms struggling to hide her bare flesh from his devastating blows.

“Please!” She cried out as he demanded to know why she wouldn’t speak. She felt tears well in her eyes, her head shaking back and forth as she tried to come up with the answer.

His thick fingers curled in her hair and whipped her head to one side. She trembled under his gaze, her hands raising to cover her face from his view.

“I was scared!” She cried out, tears trickling down her cheeks. “I was scared of what they might do to me if I spoke! They took everything and I wouldn’t let them take any more from me! It was all I had left!”

She cried out her heart at the sorrow that had been building since she’d been taken from her home. She hated this foreign land and this man that had bought her. She hated the idea that she was no longer free.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus saw the fear in her as she faced him, her words spilling out through her crying.

“I was scared! I was scared of what they might do to me if I spoke! They took everything and I wouldn’t let them take any more from me! It was all I had left!”

Tear flowed freely as she sobbed on his cot. He eased the pressure he had on her back, letting her go and let the emotions run free. He had no idea of what she had gone through, but what was done was not changing. She was his by right of conquest, and the power of his money. He knew she would resent being there, but she would learn that her life would be good, if she was a good slave for him.

Once the tears stopped, and the sobbing ceased, he grabbed her shoulders and not too gently sat her up on the cot. He stood up, taking a step back from her. He was still erect, and the sizable fleshy rod was close to her eye level while she sat down.

"I see that you are sacred. You are slave now. That is way of life. You obey, you make Master happy. Happy Master means good life for slave. You not obey, you make Master not happy. Not happy Master means bad life for slave. Understand?

"Before, when slave explore this," Gnaeus pointed to his erection, "slave like, and Master like. But slave also need to not stop Master from touching slave where Master like. Master find place that slave like Master touching."

He looked at her, giving her a smile, crooked but genuine. "Slave can stand, touch Master while Master touch slave, or slave stay sitting, and please Master other way. Master in good mood. Choose slave, and quick."

 

[heartofcourage]

She could feel the pressure on her back lessen as her master let her go. She couldn’t stop the flood of tears that coursed through her. They were full of bitterness and sorrow, all of the tears that she hadn’t allowed herself to shed during her time in captivity. The tears slowed with a hiccup and soon she was calm again, the tears drying upon her cheeks as she felt drained and exhausted.

She let out a cry as her master grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, her body trembling at the fact that he was so strong. As he stood and stepped away from her, she was face to face with his erect hardness, her eyes widening as she got such an intimate view of him.

“Yes, sir.” She answered his first question in a soft voice, her eyes never leaving the appendage in front of her.

She glanced from his manhood to his eyes when he talked about finding a place that he liked to touch. She blushed hotly under his gaze when he said that. She didn’t mind when he touched her, that much she knew, but it was still strange to be intimate with this man in front of her.

“Other way?” She asked him, her brow furrowing as she watched her master smile down at her with a genuine look upon his face. “What other way?”

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus couldn't believe his luck. His slave was a virgin. If she wasn't, her man never knew what he could do with her to have the most fun. The knowledge made him relax a bit. It made more sense to him how she was reacting to things.

“Other way? What other way?”

"Time for slave to learn then." One hand reached around the back of her head, preventing her from moving back further. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, directing it toward her mouth as he eased himself forward until the tip brushed her lips.

"Open mouth, slave. Take Master into mouth. Close mouth around and suck. Move along length as far as slave can. Keep sucking until Master spill into slave mouth. Slave drink Master's spill."

Gnaeus prodded her mouth softly a few times as a cue for her to open and take his cock into her mouth.

"Slave be good and do what Master say, or Master take slave back, get money. Tell that slave not mute. Slave get sold again, with word that slave is trouble. Slave want that? Or slave want Master to keep?"

He gave her one last prod, the press against her lips longer than the others, his gaze intense while he waited to see what she would do.

 

[heartofcourage]

She was startled when his strong hand reached around her head and held her in place. She flicked her eyes from his face to the appendage that was moving towards her face. She gasped softly as he brushed the tip over her lips, the soft texture of it surprising her compared to the hardness that it had felt.

She glanced up at her master again, her eyes widening at what he wanted her to do. Could she do that? She’d never been with a man before and here she was being initiated into the intimate world in such an odd way. The tip of his cock continued to prod against her lips, his last words about being sold had her shivering in fear and opening her lips to accept him within her wet mouth.

"I'll try my best, sir." She said in a soft voice as the tip pressed against her parted lips once more before the pressure against the back of her head increased and she found herself being drawn forward.

She whimpered as he pushed within, the odd texture and strange taste making her frown slightly as she looked up towards him, gauging his reaction to what she was doing. Her tongue gave tentative strokes of the member, testing the soft head, the hard length, tracing over veins. It was awkward but she was trying her best.

 

[marauder13]

Her mouth opened and his cock entered the warm, wet cavern. Her lips closed cautiously about him as he slid deeper. The touches of her tongue made him shiver in good ways, bringing a smile to his face.

He looked down to see her looking back at him, frowning slightly. But seeing her looking up at him, her eyes wide as his length extended from her mouth, it was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. He continued to move himself between her lips, moaning his appreciation at how she was pleasing him.

"Remember, slave, suck as well. Slave has good mouth. Will be even better with practice." He was starting to breathe heavier as his delight at finally owning a slave was becoming a reality. To have a woman to fill all his needs in his hut. One that would obey him. The excitement grew stronger. His belly tightened. The thrusts grew more frantic, his head bashing against the back of her mouth more often as his rush towards his release made his careful thoughts and actions disappear.

"Drink it, slave!" Gnaeus grabbed her head firmly with both hands as his cock started gushing within her mouth. Long spurts rapidly filled her mouth as he continued to cum, lost in the high she gave him. Moans, sighs and other sounds of pleasure filled the hut while he emptied himself into her for the first time.

Finally spent, he let go of her head as he looked down to see how she fared. His smile was wide, his eyes shone and he felt truly relaxed.

"Slave did well." He nodded. "Slave worth keeping longer if slave keeps doing that good." He reached out, soothing some of her hair back, running his fingers through it. After a few such passes, he cupped her chin, guiding her to her feet.

"Life not all pleasure, slave. Slave can start cleaning up hut before making dinner for Master. If slave do well, then slave can have pleasure again with mouth on Master's cock."

 

[heartofcourage]

She continued to try and please the man who’s cock she had in her mouth. It was hard as he thrust in and out of her mouth, an awkward rhythm developing as she tried to obey him. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, tears gathering in her eyes as he picked up his pace. She whimpered as she felt his length tighten in her mouth, expanding until he released a salty liquid between her lips.

She coughed, gagging as she tried to drink the liquid that was being pumped into her mouth. A thin line dripped down her chin as she continued to cough as he held her head in place, her eyes looking up towards him as she begged for mercy. He had a very pleased look on his face, his head tipped back and his wide smile plastered on his face.

He let go of her head and his length was removed and she gasped for breath, her body shaking as he praised her by petting her hair. She soothed herself in the simple action and then he was raising her to her feet, his hand cupping her chin gently.

“Yes, sir.” She said softly at his command to start cleaning. “I understand.”

She then moved away from him, grabbing her clothing which had been dropped on the ground and draped it back around her body. She looked around the messy hut, wondering where she could begin first. It seemed a daunting task and it was not one that she would fail.

 

[marauder13]

Gnaeus stood still for a moment, letting himself experience the bliss that came with the enjoyment of a woman. He heard her moving around, starting to work on cleaning their home. He found, what was for him, clean clothing and put it on, and started to gather his work tools and clothes and put them in one place. While doing it, he checked them to see if any needed repairing, and found that all were in good working condition.

He proceeded to help the slave, showing her where various items were meant to be placed, making decisions or listening to her suggestions on where things could go. He moved those things that were to heavy or difficult for her to move, but otherwise, most of the work was done by the slave.

When finished, they were both sweaty and dirty, but the hut was in a far better condition than it had been in a long time. Gnaeus nodded, pleased with his slave's efforts in getting the hut cleaned up.

“Come slave, time to get cleaned up.” Gnaeus poured water into a large bowl, dropping the cloth she had used earlier to clean him with into it. He waved her over to where he stood. “Take of clothing, and wash self, slave. Then, when slave clean, slave wash Master.”

He shed his clothing, standing before her completely naked once again.