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[SweetAsSuga]

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The sun bore down on dark skin beaded with sweat. Feet shuffled, the clang of heavy iron chains ringing with each rough step. The bodies were herded like livestock – for that was what they were – across the rough wooden platform for all of Rome to see. With bodies laid bare, iron collars their only clothing, the captives stood with heads bowed as a horde of Romans surveyed them. Hands cupped breasts and testicles alike, feeling the wares before thought of purchase entered any mind. And the captives were forced to endure, silently, unflinchingly.

Chained between two other women, Junia could feel their shoulders shaking with silent tears as their bodies were violated in the most intimate ways. These women had been like her sisters through the long journey from Judea. They had suffered much together, the two women suffering far more than Junia could ever imagine. Both their husbands had perished trying to protect their families from the Roman soldiers and the women had been brutally raped and beaten with their husbands’ corpses just feet away. Throughout the long journey they, and many of the other women, had been used mercilessly by the soldiers. Every night, Junia would fall asleep to the heart-wrenching sobs and pleading cries of the many captive women.

It was for only one reason that Junia was spared this torment. One reason that was both her blessing and her curse.

Junia could still feel the general’s finger as he probed inside her, feeling her virginity. His finger rough and calloused, scraping inside of her, violating her in a way she had never dreamed could happen. She could remember the hot tears that flowed as he leered down at her, his finger still inside her. His cold, calculating stare was an image she would never forget. He had kept her set aside at night with other virgins, guarded by a band of eunuchs. Only the most beautiful of them were spared the rough treatment of the soldiers. Many girls that Junia had grown up with, girls who were just as pure as she but who lacked the beauty that would bring top bidding on the auction block, were thrown to the soldiers for their pleasure.

Now, here she stood, awaiting her turn to be sold like a pig at market. Buyers still lined up, reading the plague around her neck that read VIRGIN in bold letters. She cringed as one man after another stuck his meaty finger inside of her, feeling the tightness of her womanhood.

“This one has a nice, ripe cunt.” One man grinned to his neighbor, “I cannot wait to have my cock inside her.” His finger still feeling her, the man grabbed Junia’s breast and pulled at her nipple. She bit her lip, determined not to cry out. Tears threatened to spill, but she held them at bay, her gaze straight forward, unwilling to give these men one glance.

She may be bared for them to see and feel, but she would hold on to what remained of her dignity.

The men moved on to the next woman. Junia felt her heart ache for the poor woman as the men took turns thrusting their fingers inside of her, making her cry out with the pain of their invasion. When they were done with her, Junia reached for the her hand, squeezing it gently before quickly dropping her hand back to her side.

“We shall get through this,” she whispered, her eyes still fixed to some unknown object in the distance. “We shall make it through this and be stronger for it. They may have our bodies, but they shall not have our souls.”

Time seemed to stand still as the auction began. The captives were sold off to the highest bidders, some set to work in the mines, others to work as house slaves, and still others to serve the carnal pleasure of Rome. As slave after slave was led off the auction block, Junia could feel her heart pounding faster inside her breast. But it wasn’t until she finally stood upon that block that true fear settled in. Sweat beaded on her dark brow, her palms itched and her knees felt as if they would give out. But she remained with her eyes fixed on the horizon, unwilling to give Rome the satisfaction of seeing the fear that its flesh hungry mob inflicted.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus Aurelius was a few years short of his fortieth year but, despite the slight sagging of muscle, that he had carried in his youth, little else showed his age. His hair was still full though tinged with grey. His face was still strong though the years of good living had taken their toll on the athletic body that was once envied as a youth.

"Master there is one," the trusted servant whispered to Quintus eagerly.

"Only one?"

"There are many beautiful slave girls master," the servant corrected himself, "but only one that Antonius seems interested in."

Quintus turned to the man who had served him loyally for years, "and is she?"

The slave nodded, "master Antonius seems to think so, and he expressed his interest in deflowering her."

Quintus smiled, "then I think I should deny him that opportunity." He handed Felix a bag of coins and a parchment that stated the educated slave was acting on his behalf.

Quintus preferred not to partake in the auctions himself and usually left it to the man who was worthy of his trust to do the bidding. Occasionally Quintus would indicate whether to stop a bid or pursue it, but that was usually the length of his participation. Now he would wait for the slaves he had won to be brought before him while the rest of the nobles suffered in the noon heat.

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Quintus Aurelius surveyed the collection of slaves he had just purchased with a probing eye. As always they were a fine collection, jewels plundered from all over the empire, the best that his considerable wealth could buy. The women were young enough to learn new skills, yet not too young to be deemed unfit for his pleasure when he desired it. They were also fairer to look at than most of the women that hosted at the finer brothels in Rome. Quintus made sure he purchased the most beautiful of slaves so as to sate his considerable desires and avoid having to frequent the brothels along with the other would be men of power.

The male slaves he chose were strong and with just enough deference as not to bode too much potential rebellion. Some would need to be household guards and would as such need to be trusted, for that he usually took former Legionnaires that had been enslaved for some petty crime that was not punishable by death. They would be disciplined, honourable and eager to earn their freedom. He would also choose strong captive men for the more menial tasks and then those whose skills his household required.

Felix stood behind his master, ready to express Quintus' words in the more common tongues that the slaves may speak. Though many would understand what their new master said, Quintus was always certain to make sure they fully grasped his words, so he paused often to allow his words to be translated after each sentence.

"I am Quintus Aurelius your master. I will treat you fair and you will be well cared for. You will eat better than most citizens of Rome. And perhaps one day earn your freedom. All I ask for is your obedience in all things. When we travel to my villa the women will no longer be bound as it spoils your skin. But remember you are a slave in Rome and if you escape and evade my men, you will be slain if caught by the authorities. Also to facilitate your good behaviour, the person to your left," he raised his hand to indicate the side he meant, "will be your responsibility. If any of you try to escape that person will be punished whether you succeed or not."

Turning to Felix he spoke softly, "free the ex-legions of their binding as well, they have the most to gain by co-operating. When we reach the villa have all slaves bathed, fed and sent to the major domo for assignment." He paused and considered something, "except the virgin and the other four most attractive females. Have her," he turned to look at Junia, "garbed in fine clothing, fully clothed." Turning back to Felix he continued, "the other four must display their breasts, she needs to know she is special."

Turning away he strode off with a guard following close behind.

Felix turned and issued his masters instructions as well as informing the slaves that they would be bathed, their tattered garments replaced and fed upon reaching the villa.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Time seemed to stand still and speed up all at once as Junia stood on the auction block. Her bare feet, caked with mud from the long journey, stepped onto the block and voices began to shout in earnest, bags of money waving in the air as the men in the crowd called out bids for the young virgin. Their gazes were hungry, drinking in every inch of her bared flesh. Junia's chin quivered as she fought to remain strong in the midst of their hunger. Long black hair clung to her back, stuck there by the sweat that dripped off her.

Fear consumed her as the voices rose in their frenzy. It became a struggle to keep her hands from shaking, to keep her gaze fixed on the distance. She clasped her hands in front of her, hoping it would steady them.

Then, as if the briefest of seconds had passed, money exchanged hands and Junia was being led away to join a growing string of slaves. Though there were virgins on the block before her, she was the only one to bear the virgin sign in the line that she was led to. She feared what that would mean for her.

*********​

He stood before them, their new master, his eyes moving over every inch of flesh that now belonged to him. Junia felt a shiver travel down her spine as his gaze swept over her, moving up her body in a calculating gaze. His eyes did not linger long on any part of her body, yet she knew he missed nothing and the look in his eyes caused her more fear than any look from the crowd she had just survived.

Though another slave translated the master's words for them, Junia understood most of what he said. Her father may have been nothing more than a Jewish merchant, but he had had many dealings with Romans and had learned their tongue. He had been in the midst of teaching Junia when he was killed.

After his introduction, Junia was led away with the other slaves, feet shuffling along.

The journey to Quintus Aurelius's villa was not a long one, but it was just as hot and dusty as the journey to Rome. When they arrived at the villa, Quintus took his leave of the string of slaves, leaving them in the hands of his head slave, Felix. Along with the other women, Junia was ushered into a bathhouse where her shackles were undone. Her skin was chafed where the cuffs came off and she winced as the air touched the tender skin. More slaves led her into the large bath and began to wash the dust and grime from her skin. They chatted happily with each other as they washed Junia, their hands missing not a speck of dirt.

Though it felt deliciously decadent to be bathed by others, Junia could not help but fear the end of the bath. She knew what awaited her. How could she not when her price had been so high? Why else did a man such as Quintus purchase a virgin girl? Her heart pounded beneath her breast as the slaves washed between her legs. Before the end of the day, Junia did not doubt that Quintus would be between her legs, taking the one thing that yet remained her own.

The bathing finished, the newly purchased women, Junia among them, were dressed in soft fabrics that draped over their bodies. Whilst her own dress covered her body, finally giving her a sense of modesty though she knew it only a pretense, the other women wore only skirts, their breasts still bared for all to see.

"You women, with me." Felix entered the room where they had been dressed, his eyes sweeping over each one. "The master wishes to see you all."

Junia's heart thundered and she drew in a deep, steadying breath. Quintus may be her master, but that did not mean she would willingly give him what he sought. He might own her body, but her soul was still her own and she would not allow him to touch that.

With her head high, Junia followed the women to the master's chamber.

 

[LordUsagi]

There was a thin veil separating Quintus and his companion from the gaze of the women that Felix had ushered into the chamber. The veil was just thin enough for the women to distinguish the actions but not the features of those behind the veil. Quintus himself lounged back on a bench as the girl knelt before him, her long hair, let loose from its bindings, hiding the head that bobbed up and down. Normally Quintus would not be so modest with new slaves, preferring them to understand what he would require. But seeing as it was the daughter of his rival Antonius that was eagerly sucking his member, he preferred to keep her hidden from the eyes of new slaves, in case they recognised her.

When Felix had shown the women in and told them to wait, Quintus' own excitement had gotten the better of him. Seizing Flavia's hair in his hand he helped her to speed up the ministrations and thus his own release. With a long groan Quintus spent himself inside the girl's mouth, while she struggled against the pressure against her head. When Quintus was done he released her to a gasping of breath and a spluttering against the seed she had not been able to swallow. Quintus stood and strode to across the room to the veil. Pushing it aside he joined his waiting slaves, proud in his own nakedness. His excitement at seeing the five beautiful women before him was evident in the still semi rigid member that jutted out from below his slight belly.

"Felix, see the lady home and ensure her betrothed is released from the jail."

The slave nodded and walked past his master to disappear behind the curtain. Any of the slaves that were brave enough to look at their master would see his smirk as he heard the woman and his trusted servant disappear through a hidden door.

Quintus cast an eager eye over the new slaves he had purchased. In general he was pleased by their appearance. He knew now how many slaves he had bought and from which region in the empire, but he was unsure which other four Felix had chosen. The virgin was from Judea, and aside from her obvious appeal, she was indeed beautiful. One of the other four looked to also be from Judea but unlike the virgin she was not as comely and slightly older. It was easy to notice the one Egyptian slave he had purchased, her beauty was astounding. The other two he guessed were from Hispania and a Britton. The Hispania had heavy set breasts, which appealed to Quintus and the Britton, fiery red hair which were a contrast to her innocent face. He suspected that she too may have been a virgin until very recently.

"You girl," he looked directly at Junia as he descended into the steaming water of his bath. "I require two slaves to attend me," he smiled, "one to help return my cock to full vigour, the other to accept that cock however I see fit. Choose which two will be selected for these worthy tasks."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

They were led into a private bathing room just off of Quintus's chamber. Junia swallowed her fear, knowing that nothing good could come from this encounter. Glancing at the bathing pool, her cheeks flushed as her mind spun through all the vile things the women could be forced to do in that steaming water.

Facing forward again, Junia's eyes took in the thin veil hanging before them. What the purpose of the veil was, she was unsure, until her eyes alighted on the sight of Quintus, his toga pushed up around his waist, reclining. A young woman, or so Junia could only guess as her face was hidden from view, knelt between his legs, pleasuring him. Junia suppressed a gasp, her eyes fixed firmly on her feet, and her cheeks hot with the embarrassment of witnessing such a private, or what should be private, act.

What purpose could it serve to have these women watching their master pleasured by another woman's mouth? Junia could only assume, and rightly so, that Quintus was a man of perverse pleasures.

The head slave noticed Junia's eyes were diverted from the sight of the master's pleasure. He reached out, gripping her chin roughly, and forced her head up.

"You will watch." He commanded in the common tongue. "You will watch and you will learn."

A shudder coursed through her body. Was this to be her fate? To serve the ungodly pleasures of this Roman? She would not, no, she could not, do this. Junia had been raised to follow the holy word of God. She would not lie with this man though he may try to force her. She would fight him each step of the way. Though he may beat her, rape her, perhaps even kill her, Junia would not bend to his will.

The veil was dropped and Quintus, fully naked with his manhood bobbing perversely between his legs, strode towards the women. Junia kept her gaze on his face, she would not give him the pleasure of knowing that his was the first erect manhood she'd laid eyes on.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he descended into the water of the bathing pool, his member now hidden from sight. Her relief was short lived.

"You girl. I require two slaves to attend me. One to help return my cock to full vigour, the other to accept that cock however I see fit. Choose which two will be selected for these worthy tasks." His eyes were on her, she could feel his lustful gaze taking in her clothed form, undressing her with his gaze.

The women surrounding her stiffened, none wanting to attend the new master. How could he force Junia to make this decision. No matter what she did, she would be sending one girl to certain rape. She glanced at Myrna, who had traveled with her from Judea. She would try to spare her if she could. The other women she did not know, having only laid eyes on them when they were all forced to march to Quintus's villa.

Quintus looked at her, one eyebrow arched in question, awaiting her reply.

"Answer the master." The head slave ordered. Junia whimpered as she felt his hand grip her arm, his fingers digging into the tender flesh.

"I..." her tongue stumbled to form the words in the Roman's own language, "I cannot make these women do something they would not want." She spoke quickly, before her courage could leave her. "I cannot choose, Master. I will not choose."

 

[LordUsagi]

Her words made Quintus stop his descent into the bath. If he was angry he did not show it, for within a few moments his lips broke into a smile.

"You misunderstand girl, you are a slave, you do not make decisions." Slowly he rose out of the bath again and walked towards the women. "A slave does not question their master, a slave obeys for they are nothing but property."

He reached the five women, his eyes never leaving Junia's face. It was as if no one else existed in the room with them.

"Do not move girl," Felix whispered behind Junia. Perhaps he was speaking to all the slaves. His command told them that disobedience could prove fatal.

When Quintus was directly in front of Junia her continued to talk, his voice in a smooth controlled tone.

"Besides do you presume to know what these women desire," he reached out and placed his hand on her stomach. "Just because you have never desired a man inside you," his fingers gently pressed against her through the material that protected her modesty. "do not presume they do not long for a man inside them."

Slowly he walked around her, his hand never leaving her body, as it fluttered over her hip to rest on the curve of her back. When he was standing behind her he leaned down so his lips were y her ear.

"Maybe they enjoy the feel of a large cock sliding into their hungry body, opening up their delicate flower and teasing those hidden places that bring pleasure. Some of them may long for the satisfied grunt from their master when he empties his seed inside her."

Straightening again he placed his hands on her butt cheeks, his hands kneading the tight globes eagerly.

"You should be thankful to me slave, for saving you from Antonius." His voice became hushed and low, "he would fuck you a few times before selling you to a brothel."

He stepped away and walked past the slaves to return towards his bath.

"Felix, bring the virgin's chosen substitute."

"She is here already master, the other Judean."

"How fortunate," Quintus said as he turned to look at the vulnerable women again, "then please explain in her tongue how a substitute works."

The slave nodded before explaining in Hebrew that should a slave be disobedient another slave would take their punishment for them. This was to encourage the slaves to realise their actions would cause others harm. He also explained that there would be slave who chose not to care about the punishment of others, and continued to disobey. In such cases if the disobedient slave was not brought into line by their fellow slaves, they would be sold to some lower institution, such as a brothel or a mine.

When Felix had completed his explanation, Quintus turned around and bore his eyes into Junia again.

"Felix you can go, you have duties to perform and I would spend time alone with my new treasures."

Felix bowed and left, leaving his master alone with his new slaves.

"So virgin, what will it be, punishment for your friend, or obedience and obeying your master's orders." He paused, "and as an added bonus, if you chose wisely and too my liking, all the slaves in the household will eat the same food as is prepared for me tonight. Though they do not eat badly, that is still fresh fruit and meat which they do not get often."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Junia felt her cheeks burn at Quintus's words. He spoke so plainly, so vilely about the intimacies that Junia believed should be shared only between a man and wife. She knew about sex, one did not reach nineteen seasons and learn nothing about the carnal pleasures. But Quintus spoke of it so crudely, as if it were nothing more than the act of animals rutting in the fields.

Her body itched with the urge to run away, to be as far from her master's naked form as possible. He was close, too close, and Junia could practically feel the heat from his body transferring to hers. And though every instinct begged for her to run, to turn away, Junia forced herself to remain still and keep her eyes forward.

The urge to refuse him again filled her, but Junia knew she could not be responsible for another woman being harmed. From the corner of her eye, she could see Myrna stiffen, as if already bracing for the blow of the whip. Junia knew she could not allow harm to come to her. But how could she save Myrna and allow harm to come to the others?

There was no winning. One way or another, Quintus would have his piece of flesh. Whether it came in the form of a beating or from the pleasure of a woman's touch, Junia knew it mattered not to him.

"If it pleases my master," she said, breaking the silence that seemed to have stretched to eternity and beyond. Her voice shook slightly with each word. "If it pleases, may the Egyptian and Britton attend to you."

As she waited for Quintus to respond, she sent a silent prayer that he would not go against his word and punish Myrna as well as seek his pleasure from the two she'd chosen.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Does it please me." It was not a question but a thought.

Quintus turned attention from Junia and looked at the two women that had been singled out. Both had turned their attention to their master at the sound of their names (as much as the Britton and the Egyptian were considered their names.)

Quintus noticed the Egyptian was smiling slightly though the Britton looked as terrified as the two Judean's. It was obvious to him that the Egyptian understood, if your master was pleased with you, then your life would be so much better in captivity. He moved over to stand before the Egyptian, for a brief moment she met his eyes before bowing her head.

"Girl, have you ever been with a man before?"

He was about to turn away, realising that she would not understand him, when she replied in almost perfect Latin.

"Yes master, and with women."

It had surprised him that she spoke his tongue, but not that she was experienced with both sexes. Her beauty would obviously make her desirable, but she knew how to use it to her advantage.

"That is pleasing, perhaps you will be able to educate these others. The mistress of the house may also call upon their services at times."

The Egyptian nodded.

He turned his attention to the Britton. He was fairly certain she had been the victim of the over zealous soldiers that had captured her.

"Do not worry girl, I shall not be forceful. I will be gentle with you, so that your body will open up for me."

The girl hardly showed any reaction to his words and it became obvious she only surmised they had been speaking about her and not exactly what was being said.

"The Egyptian was a good choice, but the Britton has still a lot to learn." He slowly moved to stand before Junia.

The situation had had an affect on Quintus and he was almost fully erect again.

"But, it looks like I will no longer need help with getting my cock hard, so the rest of you can go."

He grabbed Junia's hand to stop her leaving, "you stay girl, to watch and observe."

"Ask my guards to take you back to the slaves quarters, and tell them that the slaves will eat well tonight."

The Hispanian seemed to understand and led the rest of the slaves off, leaving only Junia and the Egyptian.

"You will watch and observe...properly," he muttered to Junia, "and help where asked." He took her hand and wrapped her it around his stiffening cock.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Cheeks burning with shame, Junia cast her eyes upon the ground as Quintus spoke with the Egyptian. Though she hated naming two of her fellow slaves to serve the master's pleasure, she knew that it had been the best decision for a terrible circumstance. If given the choice between what was best for two slaves and what was best for the whole of the household's slaves, Junia could not, in good conscious, go against what was best for the whole of them.

It seemed that Quintus found no fault with her choice, at least not her choice of the Egyptian. Knowing the penchant for sexual perverseness that many Egyptians had, Junia had had only a brief moment of guilt when choosing that particular woman. The Britton, however, she had felt horrible for choosing to suffer the master's touch. The girl had no idea what was going on around her as she didn't speak any of the common tongue. Junia's heart went out to the young woman, whose eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty. She could not watch as Quintus approached the girl, his eyes sweeping over her body.

As he spoke to the girl, Junia closed her eyes, wishing that she could be anywhere but this room. The scents that had been poured into the bathing pool were far too sweet and made her headache. The steam that rose from the water was thick and clung to Junia's body. Sweat beaded on her forehead and ran down the small of her back. She wished for the open space and fresh air of home.

"The Egyptian was a good choice, but the Britton has still a lot to learn." Quintus's voice brought Junia crashing back into reality. Her eyes, still focused on the ground around her feet, snapped open and she could plainly see the master's cock bouncing in front of her. Swallowing hard at the sight, she quickly raised her eyes to stare just over the master's shoulder.

He dismissed them and Junia swallowed the sigh of relief that threatened to push past her lips. It would not do for him to know she was grateful to be from his presence. But, before she could turn and join the other slave women in leaving, his hand gripped her arm roughly.

With her heart beating in her throat, Junia forced herself to stand still. Her knees shook slightly as fear swept over her, covering her like a blanket. What would he demand of her next? Junia feared for her body and soul as his eyes raked over her.

"You will watch and observe...properly," he muttered to Junia, "and help where asked." He took her hand and wrapped her it around his stiffening cock.

The vile thing felt heavy in her hand and she fought to release it from her grip, but Quintus's own grip on her fingers was too tight and she could not release his hardening manhood. It twitched in her hand and Junia could feel the bile rising in her throat. Tears pricked at her eyes and she bit her lip, willing them to remain at bay. She could not afford to show any weakness in front of her new master lest he press his advantage. And so she remained, perfectly still, her hand limp around his manhood, and her eyes fixed on a point over his shoulder.

All Junia could do was hope and pray that he tired of whatever game he was playing quickly and focused his attentions on the Egyptian, whom seemed to be salivating for her master's touch.

 

[LordUsagi]

If her shyness was not so sweet Quintus would have been annoyed at her unwillingness to even look down at the semi erect member in her hand. Surely the girl had seen one before, maybe not touched, though that was hard to believe for one of her beauty. Or at least she should be curious to see it then, to feel it, to have it respond to her touch and to know she was pleasing her master.

Did these women not understand how he had maybe saved them from a worse fate. Agreed there might be other wealthy men or women in the city who would treat their slaves at least fairly but there were far less than those who would have already put their bodies to use. It seemed the Egyptian understood, but could the rest be so naive. They were slaves, they were property and to beautiful.

He had to admit that maybe he did not look as good as he had in his youth, but still he was well kept and manhood that the girl held so limply in her hand, was fairly long and very thick. Yes he too would use some of his slaves for pleasure or have them satisfy his wife or important guests, but still he had been reasonable about it.

Releasing her hand, as if daring her to let go, he decided to try another way to gain the girls compliance.

"Slave, have I not treated you fairly, did I not see that you received proper care and good nourishment, did I not keep my word?"

He placed his hand on her stomach and slowly brushed his hand over the skin. His fingers were soft where her belly was uncovered, almost a little tickle, but firmer firmer where her clothing covered the area below her breasts and above her womanhood.

He did not wait for her to reply but leaned in close so his lips brushed her ear.

"You know you are special, that you are above these others," slowly he moved his hand down down so his fingers were just above her mound. "And because you are special I will favour you above the rest." His fingers slipped down over her womanhood, creating a gentle crease betweenthe folds of her lips.

"Surely you have touched yourself before," his lips brushed over the curve of her neck and shoulder, "how does your masters touch feel."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Junia nearly sighed in relief when Quintus released her hand from his grip. His erect member was still in her hand, though, and she felt as if his releasing her were a test. Would it not be better to simply keep her hold on him than risk a beating? Deciding on the less painful of two evils, Junia forced her fingers to remain around her master's manhood, no matter how it sickened her.

"Slave, have I not treated you fairly, did I not see that you received proper care and good nourishment, did I not keep my word?"

"Yes, Master." She forced the words between her lips, her voice quavering, her fingers trembling around his member.

A shiver of repulsion ran down her spine as his hand caressed her side, his hands running over her bare flesh. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her body reacting instinctively to the touch of a man. No matter how sickened she was by his touch, her body did not know any better. Bile rose in her throat as he cupped her womanhood, his fingers toying with her.

The world blurred as tears welled in Junia's eyes. How she wished he would release her. Why did he have to find her attractive? Why did she have to be cursed with her virginity? Surely if she had allowed a man to take her before this moment Quintus would not be so interested in her body.

His lips brushed the tender skin of her neck causing Junia to shiver. In repulsion? In pleasure? She did not know.

"Please," her voice was nothing more than a rough whisper, "please, Master, do not do this to me."

"Surely you have touched yourself before," His fingers continued to caress her and Junia could feel her traitorous body responding to his touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the silken folds of her tunic and she could feel herself dampening between her legs.

"No, Master." She whispered, her eyes closing, her face lowering. His finger brushed against her clit and Junia's lips parted in a breathy moan. Quickly biting her lip, she tried to stifle the moan before her master could hear. Her cheeks burned, her entire body, in fact, felt on fire.

"It is a sin to touch yourself." Junia fought to keep her composure as the unfamiliar feelings of pleasure began to build inside her. Her stomach flipped in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant and she could feel a single tear slipping down her cheek. Without realizing, her grip on Quintus's cock tightened as her body responded to the master's touch.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus let out a satisfied groan as her hand tightened slightly around his thickening member. He smiled at the Egyptian girl who was watching them with a hint of excitement. He realised she was waiting expectantly for his orders. There was no doubt the Egyptian was experienced, she knew what was expected and was even excited. Quintus was not so naive as to expect she was looking forward to him fucking her, she would know that he would not go out of his way to please her. But the girl realised she should do what she was told and if that pleased her master, her servitude would be all that more pleasant.

His slight nod was all the Egyptian needed as confirmation to prepare for her master. She smiled as she helped her skirt fall to the floor, exposing her golden skin and magnificently sculptured body. The sight of her fully naked caused Quintus to groan slightly.

Turning his attention back to Junia he whispered in her ear, "then you are not sinning...for I am touching you."

He began to work her clit and swelling lower lips more intently with his fingers. It was now easy to noticed the furrow caused by the moistening fabric that barely concealed her innocence.

"Don't be shy, use your hand," he kissed her neck, "perhaps I will reward you."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

How she wanted to give into the desires of her traitorous flesh. Junia's body sang out, begging for more. Her stomach clenched in pleasure, her womanhood crying out its need. It would be so easy to give in, to let Quintus take what he wanted from her. Junia's body was ready for him. Her nipples stood at attention, pushing against the silken fabric. The walls of her womanhood were slick, ready for whatever Quintus wanted to do to her.

Could she do it? Could she push aside everything she knew to be right and virtuous and allow her flesh to rule her?

"No," Junia turned her face away from her master's lustful gaze. Her hand dropped from his throbbing manhood and she took a small step away from him. Her flesh cried out in protest, calling her a fool for leaving the pleasure of a man's touch.

From the corner of her eye, Junia could see the Egyptian watching her intently. Her perfectly sculpted body was completely bare and Junia flushed at the sight of another naked woman. Yes, she had seen many a woman naked in the bathhouses, but never had she laid eyes on a woman's flesh that was bared to give a man pleasure.

"I cannot do this," she spoke softly, afraid that the tremor in her voice would give away the desire that still coursed through her veins. "I beg you, Master, do not make me do this."

Junia was aware she would suffer his wrath. She was aware that he could simply force his way inside of her. But she prayed that he was a kind man, that he was a man of honor. She prayed that he would not violate her in that way.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus smiled softly, "it is okay my disobedient slave, we will have plenty of time to explore your virgin temple."

His hand grasped her and pulled her close, "but you will still need to be punished," he patted her backside affectionately, "but I won't be cruel and force you into anything."

He pulled her lips against his and kissed her, although roughly it still had the tinge of tenderness he felt for this beautiful virgin. She did not know it but he appreciated her defiance, it aroused him more. He would let her have her defiance for a while at least, but if she persisted too long he would take her as he wished. The kiss was just long enough to overcome her surprise and allow his fingers to tease her womanhood through the dress.

When he pulled away he looked down at her, slightly embarrassed by his actions. She would not realise it but to kiss a slave was not becoming of a Roman noble. One could use a slave for your own sexual needs, but to show such affection was not done. Similarly a roman man of substance did not pleasure a woman orally, to do so was to be effeminate. Even Quintus' own wife employed the slaves when she had such needs.

"For now you will just watch," he stepped away and approached the Egyptian. "Be warned that if you turn away, your friend will be summoned back here to replace the Egyptian."

He pushed the eager woman around so that she was facing Junia and bent her over a table laden with food. The woman barely had a chance to react before Quintus had sunk his cock into her. The Egyptian groaned as she felt him invade her body. She looked up at Junia her body rocked to hard steady thrusts of her master.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The kiss itself did not startle her, but rather the underlying tenderness as his lips pressed against hers. Though it was a rough, hungry kiss, Junia could sense something more in the way Quintus's lips moved against hers. What disturbed her even more, however, was the fact that she was about to kiss him back. Thankfully, he pulled away before her body was able to overrule her mind.

She watched, in a daze, and Quintus spun the naked Egyptian around and pushed her down onto the food laden table. Junia's eyes widened as she saw the Egyptian pushed forward with the power of their master's thrust. The brazen woman locked eyes with the young Judean, her moans of pleasure echoing in the marble room. She reached down and began to play with her breasts, pulling at her dark nipples as Quintus continued to force her body into the table with his thrusts.

Junia wanted to look away, but didn't dare risk angering her master and causing Myrna to take the Egyptian's place. Yet she couldn't bare the sight of the two rutting like animals. From childhood Junia had been taught that a man and wife were to make love. People were not meant to tear at each other like animals in heat. So if it was so wrong, why did Junia feel her body begin to react to the sight before her? Her nipples hardened, poking against the soft fabric of her tunic, and her heart thundered inside her chest. There was an itch between her legs that she desperately wanted to alleviate, but she didn't dare to touch herself there. She couldn't let Quintus know that he had won, that he had aroused her to the point of mortal sin.

Biting her lip, Junia gripped her hands behind her back, forcing herself to remain still as a statue. No matter how badly she wanted to touch her intimate areas, no matter how much she was being aroused by the sight of her master fucking the Egyptian, Junia would not let herself give in.

With a stubborn tilt of her chin, she fixed her eyes just over Quintus's shoulder. Determined to win his little game.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus did not pay the young virgin's defiance, although slight, much mind. His attention was more focussed on the steady rock of the table, and the feel of the slick womanhood that engulfed his hard member with every deep thrust. Each thrust caused the goblets of wine, those that had not already been knocked over, to shudder and spill their contents.

The Egyptian was not as tight as Quintus would like, it was very apparent that she had been put to good use by her various masters during her years of captivity. Still she felt comfortable enough around his now swollen cock, and definitely was experienced enough to try and make her master's pleasure as enjoyable as she could.Her moans, desire filled eyes (when she took the chance to look back at her master) and voluntary tightening of her inner muscles had the required affect, and soon Quintus felt his fluids building.

The nobleman did not want to ejaculate inside a slave on her first night so he retracted his aching cock from her, but continued to hold her down with a firm hand on her head. Reaching down with his free hand he coated his fingers in her flowing juices.

For the first time he returned his attention to the Junia as his fingers probed the tight hole of the Egyptians anus.

"Do not think I did not notice you look away, now she will have to be punished."

He smiled at her, pleased that her nipples pressed against the material of her dress.

"Should I punish her or you for your defiance."

In truth Quintus had not noticed if she had looked away, but he suspected she would probably have defied him.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Junia wanted to look away from the perverse image in front of her, but she could not tear her eyes away from the sight of Quintus probing the Egyptian's anus with his finger. Sodomy, Junia had always been taught, was one of the worst sins a man or woman could commit. So why, then, did her body respond in such a fashion to the improper actions playing out in front of her?

The young Judean's body felt on fire. Her nipples ached from their hardness and she longed to rub them, to ease the ache. But the pain in her breasts was nothing compared to the searing heat between her legs. As she watched her master finger the Egyptian's anus, Junia wanted nothing more than to use her own fingers to ease the burning that consumed her.

Quintus's eyes met hers and he smiled, as if knowing the thoughts that ran through her mind. Junia wished she could wash her mind clean of the thoughts and images that raced through her head.

"Should I punish her or you for your defiance." His enjoyment at her discomfort was evident on his face.

Heat rushed into her cheeks and Junia felt her entire body flush with shame. Her conscious screamed at her, telling her she could not let someone else suffer for her defiance. But her mind and body begged her not to allow the master to violate her as he did the Egyptian. And besides, did not the woman look as if she enjoyed the master's...attentions? Was she not moaning and pleading for more as he took her against the table?

Junia hung her head, already ashamed of the words that were about to pass her lips.

"I would not deprive my master the pleasure he finds with the slave he has," she said, her eyes only briefly meeting the Egyptian's. The woman, her gaze still slightly glazed from the pleasure she found in her master's cock, glared at her as Quintus held her down against the table. "And so my master may continue to take his pleasure with her. I shall not defy you again in this."

 

[LordUsagi]

Junia's words stung the Egyptian slave as much as the few floggings she had received in the past. Although the girl was experienced and understood the desires of her masters, she did not enjoy being sodomised. The few occasions in the past had been uncomfortable and usually reserved as a punishment for disobedience. Now she was being punished for another slaves actions, and although she knew enough to stay silent, she let a small whimper escape her lips.

"Please...master," was her final utterance as Quintus's cock slid between the parted arse cheeks.

Even though he had coated his member and her tight hole with her juices it was still an uncomfortable fit and she groaned loudly as Quintus delved deeper into her anus.

When he could go no further Quintus paused and looked at Junia, "strip slave and let us admire your virginity."

Then he began to slowly thrust in and out of the whimpering Egyptian girl, knowing her tightness would end it all too soon.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Forgive me, Junia thought as she watched the Egyptian's beautiful features contort in a painful wince as their master invaded her anus. The young woman glared at her and Junia knew that she had made an enemy within these walls. If only she could beg forgiveness from this woman. She did not wish to be the source of another's pain, but Quintus had left her with no choice. Not when her own innocence was in jeopardy. Was her choice selfish, yes, and Junia hated herself for it, but what was done was done. There was no turning back.

At her master's command, Junia felt the heat rising in her face, her cheeks flushing with the idea of standing before him with her body bared. She had known shame when first purchased, her body stripped bare for all of Rome, and her new master, to see. But there was something more shameful, more arousing, to baring herself while her master took his carnal pleasure in front of her. But Junia had promised not to defy him in his requests and, lest he inflict further pain on the poor Egyptian, Junia did not want to disobey him.

Slowly, with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh ringing in her ears, Junia undid the ties that held up the gauzy material of her dress. It fell, pooling around her feet with a whisper. She watched as the fabric settled, her eyes firmly on the soft folds. She could hear Quintus grunt in pleasure as he took his lust out on the Egyptian. It was all too much. The sounds of her master's pleasure; the quick, sharp smack of flesh on flesh; the smell of sex and sweat that clung to the moist air; it was too much and Junia could feel her body responding in a way that it should not. Her nipples ached with their hardness and her stomach twisted in a way that sent jolts of pleasure and longing between her thighs. Her hands shook with the effort to keep them at her sides. Every fiber of her being called out to her, begging her to touch herself, to slake the hunger that consumed her.

Raising her eyes to the perverse image before her, Junia watched as Quintus forced himself further into the Egyptian. Though she knew it was wrong, though she knew it was evil, Junia was aroused by the sight.

Forgive me, she prayed, her eyes raising to the heavens in a silent plea as one trembling hand rose to cup her breast and ease the ache that consumed her.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus was almost mesmerised as he watched the soft fabric flutter to the floor around the slave. His thrusting slowed, but the vision of the unspoiled girl before him continued to drive him and he thrust deeper into the Egyptian, even to the point that it caused them both discomfort.

He had barely seem the Judean on the slave block, when she had been exposed for all to see. Now she stood just out of reach, an innocent who barely knew the touch of a man, but who had chosen to send others to satisfy her master in her stead. Whose own actions had caused the poor girl bent over before him to suffer his wrath. And yet this girl who defended her virginity so staunchly, who proclaimed such innocence was experiencing excitement at the scene before her.

"Is she not beautiful," he asked as he paused in his thrusting to ready himself for the final onslaught towards his release.

"Yes master," the girl replied softly, her eyes clenched in discomfort.

"Would you like to taste that ripe virgin mound?"

The Egyptian's eyes opened suddenly, "...master..."

She was no stranger to pleasuring women, but was unsure how to answer her master when it came to his favourite slave. Many times she had performed shows with other slaves for the entertainment of her previous master's, and often the noble wives and daughters would use her to satisfy their own lusts.

"What do you say slave," Quintus interrupted her thoughts, "do you want my sweet slave to taste your cunt?"

Any further thoughts from the Egyptian were cut off as Quintus continued with the final few long sharp thrusts that lead him to a long staggering moan as he released himself.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Junia's bare breasts rose and fell with each rough breath as she rolled her nipple between slim fingers. The wanton image before her was too much to bear. She could not control the fire that burned between her legs as she watched Quintus's fingers dig into the ample flesh of the Egyptian's hips, pulling her closer to him, allowing him to thrust himself deeper inside.

The scent of Junia's own arousal mingled with the already intoxicating aroma of sex and sweat. She gasped, watching as the Egyptian's beautiful face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure. That hidden treasure between her legs ached with desire, begging to be touched and teased; anything that would alleviate the pressure that was steadily building inside of her. The Egyptian's gaze bore into hers, watching as Junia's hand inched its way slowly towards the tangle of dark hair that hid her womanhood.

"Yahweh, forgive me." Junia's words came in a rough whisper, her eyes closing in reverence and pleasure as her fingers brushed against the hard, pulsing nub that she had, for so long, denied her touch.

For the first time in her life, Junia was touching herself and the pleasure that coursed through her veins was like fire. A fire fueled by raw need and desire. Her fingers worked that nub, quickly becoming slick with her arousal, her eyes sliding shut as she gave herself over to the pleasure of her own touch.

"Would you like to taste that ripe virgin mound?"

Quintus's words sounded through the haze of Junia's lust. Her eyes flew open and she looked to her master. Surely he hadn't said what she though he had. Shifting her gaze to the Egyptian, whose eyes were still locked on her, Junia saw the raw hunger in those dark eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own.

Time seemed to stop at that moment, the two slaves with their eyes locked. Each woman wanting more, but both afraid of what their master would demand of them.

Junia's own desires scared her. She wanted to feel someone else touch her, just as Quintus had done earlier. She wanted, no, needed, release from the fires of lust that consumed her.

God forgive her, but she wanted to feel the Egyptian's tongue lapping at the flower of her sex. But how could she want this? How could she, who had always sworn never to lie with a man lest he be her husband and who had always believed that lying with another woman was a sin, want to break her beliefs and give in to the carnal desires of her flesh? The devil tempted her at every turn in this house and Junia was ashamed that she put up so little a fight.

"Do you want my sweet slave to taste your cunt?"

Junia's heart beat rapidly beneath her breast, her breath coming in quick gasps. Though in shock over her master's questions, and his obvious desire to see her spread beneath the Egyptian, Junia's fingers had not stilled on the nub that now throbbed with its need. Her skin was flushed and sweat had begun to bead on her naked flesh, and Junia did not know if this was from her own ardor or the heat of the steam-filled room. Or both.

Both master and slave watched Junia closely, awaiting her answer. Her mouth felt dry, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth, making it nearly impossible for her to speak. Even if she could form words, her brain was running too quickly for her lips to keep up. There was no answering her master's question.

Did she want to feel the Egyptian pleasure her? Yes. A thousand times yes. But could she do it? Could she debase herself in such a way? Could she throw her beliefs away so quickly? Junia hated the answer.

With one tentative step, her bare feet barely making a sound on the slick marble floor, Junia approached the food laden table. She stopped, the wood pressing ever so lightly against her stomach. The tip of her pink tongue snaked across her top lip, her nervousness showing in the gentle shaking of her hands. She could taste the sweat on her upper lip, could feel the heavy, wet air filling her lungs. But none of it mattered. All she could see before her, all she could think about, was the couple in front of her and the ravenous hunger to feel another's touch on her skin.

"Please," her voice was a rough whisper, filled with all her unspoken thoughts. Please release me from this hell. Please let me go. Please don't make me do this. Please take me. Please make me yours. Please give me the pleasure I've not let myself desire.

Who knew one word could hold so much. Junia stood there, waiting, wondering what her master's next order would be.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus was shocked by her actions. She had defended herself so staunchly earlier, yet here she stood aroused by what she was witnessing. She may deny it but her eyes betrayed her lust, her step towards them was not lead by obedience by need. He looked into her eyes as he let out a long triumphant groan as he emptied his seed into the Egyptian.

"Aahhhh...by the gods, you have a fine arse."

His body ended its final spasms and he pulled out with a grin to Junea.

"Do not worry slave, one day it will your rear entertaining my cock, and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as this slave did."

He gave the still prostrate slaves upturned arse a hard slap with his hand, causing her to issue a brief yelp.

"You did enjoy that, did you not slave?"

The Egyptian did not move but replied boldly, "I enjoyed it only because my master did."

Quintus laughed, "that is a brave reply girl," he straightened and stepped away from her, "what is your name."

The girl finally stood up straight. "It is Layla master."

Quintus nodded as he returned to the bath and slowly sunk beneath the water.

"It is a pretty name, and a name worthy of my favourite slave." He settled back against the tiles, "Ithink you have earned a reward Layla. As your were denied your pleasure earlier you should sit on the table."

"You Judean will obey Layla as she is my chosen favourite."

His grin portrayed what he expected to happen.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

The haughty look in the Egyptian’s eyes was enough to send cold shivers of fear coursing through Junia’s veins. It was too late to regret what she allowed their master to do to the beautiful Layla, the woman had an air of revenge about her and Junia knew that she was about to receive whatever punishment was due her.

Perched on the table amidst the scattered food with hair mussed from their master’s tugging and a gleam of pure lust in her eyes, the Egyptian looked like a goddess of lust and desire come down from Olympus. Wantonly, she spread her legs; her feet perched on the table’s edge, giving Junia a clear view to the womanhood between her legs.

From the corner of her eye, Junia was aware of their master’s eyes upon them. His lust was palpable, filling the room as much as the steam from his bath. It was clear to all of them, though unspoken, that being made to serve the sensual Layla was to be the little Jewess’s punishment for not giving wholly into Quintus’s sexual demands.

“Well, slave,” the disdain was clear in Layla’s voice as she lay back on her elbows, “you heard our master. On your knees.” The imperious tilt of her chin left no room for Junia to protest. She did not fall immediately to the Egyptian’s command. Rather, Junia dared a glance at Quintus as he reclined in his bath. The ravenous gleam in his eyes told Junia that he would not deny his favorite slave her every desire. At least not when it came to Junia.

Wordlessly, she went on her knees between the Egyptian’s legs. The stone floor was slick beneath her and she clutched the edge of the table, her hands a mere breath away from the taut legs of the lewd Egyptian. The smell of sex was overwhelming, almost intoxicating, and Junia could feel her body responding of its own will. Her mind and heart screamed, but her body moved independent of what she knew to be right. She hesitated there, a war raging between her morality and her flesh. Impatient, Layla’s fingers curled within Junia’s hair, painfully yanking the young woman towards her wet sex. Junia’s nose brushed against the Egyptian’s clit, her mouth resting a bare breath from the opening of her womanhood.

“Lick me now you stupid cunt.” The Egyptian seethed her voice low so as not to carry to their master. Her fingers tightened in Junia’s dark hair. The Jewess winced as she felt some of her hair rip free of her scalp. She was not a vain woman – her people were taught that vanity was a sin and they should be content with what God had provided them – but her hair was Junia’s one claim to the sin of narcissism. Layla’s grip tightened once more in warning. Casting her eyes heavenward and sending a silent prayer to Yahweh for His forgiveness, Junia’s lips parted, her tongue tentatively darting forward to brush against the Egyptian’s clit.

The salty taste of Layla’s arousal flooded Junia’s mouth, igniting a spark within her that quickly grew to an inferno that would not be controlled. That one small taste was all it took for Junia to push her morality aside and give herself, nearly, fully to the desires of her flesh. Her tongue traced the slick folds of Layla’s sex, eliciting moans of approval from the woman who now reclined on the table, propped up on her elbows so as to watch Junia service her every desire. Pushing further, Junia’s tongue probed the entrance of the Egyptian’s womanhood, tasting the nectar from its source. Layla moaned, drawing Junia’s eyes to her. The woman clutched at her bare breasts, her eyes closed and lips parted as Junia’s inexperienced tongue worked inside her.

Junia was not so naïve as many believed her. She knew what could transpire between two women, she had seen as much years before. When she was but a child, not long after her first womanly bleeding, she had been called to serve in the home of a Roman who kept a villa on the hill overlooking her city. Before the wars, before her people had been captured and sold as slaves, the Roman had served as an emissary to her city and often threw lavish parties for the senators and other wealthy Romans who visited frequently. Junia had been called to serve during one such party, the first and last she was ever to witness in that villa. The lavish villa had been filled with people, the center courtyard capturing the attention of the visitors. There, settled on a raised dais, were five women, each one naked and painted gold with ornate gold masks covering their faces. The things that they did to each other had mesmerized Junia, capturing her attention to the point that she completely forgot her duty of filling the wine goblets of every visitor and, instead, stood transfixed as the women touched and kissed each other. She knew it was wrong, knew that they would burn in hell for their actions, but she could not look away. The sight was having a similar effect on many of the guests and Junia could only stare in wide-eyed innocence as she watched men and women disrobe and give into the carnal pleasures that consumed them.

Years after that night, the images were still fresh in her mind. It was this night she remembered now, with her tongue deep inside the Egyptian. Moving to suckle on the woman’s clit, Junia pressed a finger inside the slick walls of Layla’s sex, which clenched around her digit tightly. Above her, the Egyptian gasped and jabbered on in her native tongue, uttering words that Junia did not understand. Layla’s legs wrapped around Junia’s head, locking the young woman in place. But Junia needed no such prompting. She continued to lick and suck, her tongue darting around Layla’s clit then pushing back into her tight sex, her finger moving in and out rapidly as the Egyptian’s hips rose to meet each thrust of tongue and finger.

With one last guttural cry, a rush of nectar poured from her, covering Junia’s face. Slowly, the legs around her head released, allowing Junia to pull away. She glanced at her master, her face covered with the product of Layla’s orgasm.

 

[LordUsagi]

Quintus had use the opportunity to wash himself while Junia had knelt between the Egyptian's spread legs. Normally he would have asked Junia herself to attend to him, but he feared that if she was too touch him, he would react, and that could spoil the potential sale of her virgin price for a valuable favour. But by the time Layla released the kneeling girl from her passions grip, Quintus' cock was already rock hard.

"I would ask how she was, but I can tell from your moans and the moistness of her face she was satisfactory." He ascended the steps out of the bath. "Is she skilled enough to pleasure guests, or the mistress of the house?"

The Egyptian slid off the table and stood next to Junia, her hand twisted in the kneeling woman's hair.

"She is good enough for a slave's cunt master, but not for a true Roman woman." She smiled down at Junia, "I fear she will have to practice on me a lot more."

Quintus nodded as he came to a halt before the slaves, his cock inches from Junia's face.

"Come Layla attend to your master with your hand, and you slave," he looked down at the kneeling girl, "do not move."

The Egyptian released Junia and moved to stand behind Quintus, her body close, so that he was reminded about her sopping womanhood against his arse cheek. Her hand reached around and grabbed his protruding manhood and took up a gentle rhythm.

"Don't be gentle slave...I fucked your arse...extract your revenge. And you on the floor...Open your mouth."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Shame bubbled beneath Junia's skin, itching until the young woman wanted to scratch herself hard enough to bleed it from her system. Her knees ached from balancing on the slick marble and tears burned at her eyes as she considered what she had just done and the humiliation it would have brought her parents had they been alive to hear of it. But there was naught to be done now. All Junia could do was to hold her head up and bear whatever was to come next. After that, however, she would not give in to her master's sinful demands. She would pray for God's forgiveness as well as the forgiveness of her parents and she would strive to never shame their memory again, not matter what punishment Quintus might devise.

With tears in her eyes, she watched as Layla worked their master's sex. The ugly thing hung in Junia's face, watching her with its small eye. A shiver of revulsion traveled down her spine. She moved her eyes to meet her master's, knowing to meet a Roman's eyes was punishable by death should he so wish. But she would not remove her gaze from his. Let him look upon the shame he had brought her, let him know that she would not be so easily seduced to his way of life. Junia would bow to no Roman, not even the man who made her call him Master.

Quintus ordered her to open her mouth as Layla stroked his manhood. The young woman clamped her lips firmly shut, the taste of Layla's sex still lingered on her tongue. Let him strike her, let him force her to open her mouth. Junia would not make it easy for him to humiliate her again.