Roman Enslavement

Notes: Pupa--little girl/doll, virgo--virgin, consto ploration tui perdito--stop weeping over your loss, venia--forgiveness, Te facio mihi intrepidus--You make me hot-blooded, novus femina--unusual woman, pertinacia--stubborn, juvenis--youth (young man), etiam--yes, ne--not (no)

Roman Enslavement, Part 16

Lupus was tugging Mozelle toward the hall that led back to the rest of the family quarters. Neither of them noticed the tall blonde man with wings who was blocking the doorway. Just before Lupus ran into him he passed his hand through the air and everyone in the room froze. He raised his voice and called, //\"Dischordia!\"// Nothing happened. He scowled. //\"Dischordia, NOW!\"//

The red haired goddess appeared on the other side of the room. //\"Impatient, impatient, Love God. I was busy with a nice little neighborhood feud that\'s about ready to errupt into actual brawling, and...\"// She blinked, looking at the couple standing before Cupid. //\"Hey! He\'s dragging her off to his room, isn\'t he? And in front of the servants, too. When did THIS happen?\"//

//\"It was his adulthood celebration tonight, and when his parents offered him a choice of slaves he chose HER.\"//

Dischordia gaped. //\"Wait a minute, I didn\'t set that up! That\'s... that\'s...\"// Cupid was nodding, waiting for her protests. She grinned, //\"that\'s just so PERFECT!\"// She danced in a circle, clapping her hands. //\"Oo, I just LOVE it when things work out!\"// She wagged her fingers mockingly at the oblivious mo wom woman. //\"Hah! Bet you think twice before you defame one of my altars again.\"//

//\"Dischordia!\"// Cupid\'s voice was like a whipcrack, and Dischordia stopped in her tracks, scowling. The mortals thought of Cupid as a gentle, benevolent god, but they\'d never seen how he got when someone interferred in his affairs. Love could be just as implacable as War. After all, though opposites, they were two of the strongest elements in creation.

//\"Mom was right--you\'re being a real brat about this whole thing. Look, why don\'t you just send that poor woman back to her own time right now? Think about the confusion and uproar it will cause if she just disappears into thin air!\"// he said slyly. //\"It should power you for a week.\"//

//\"Oo, yeah!\" She looked at Malanda, who had a concerned expression on her face, and Gaius, who was watching the scene with innocent incomprehension. \"I bet it would scare the old lady and the kid into fits! Not to mention frustrating Lupus almost crazy, and...\"// Her eyes narrowed. //\"Wait a minute, you aren\'t going to distract me THAT easily!\"//

He shrugged. //\"It was worth a try. She\'s going back, eventually, you know. Sooner or later Zeus will listen to one of the goddesses you\'ve gotten involved in this, and I\'m about to start adding my petitions to theirs. I\'m pretty sure I have something mapped out for this woman in her own age.\"//

Dischordia shrugged. //\"Maybe in a few years. I think I\'m going to substitue caraway seeds for that contraception tea he\'s giving her. A bastard child by a slave ought to really stir things up. I mean, it would be no big things in most of Rome these days, but THIS family?\"// She chortled.

Cupid reached her in two strides, twisted his fist in the front of her toga, and lifted her off the floor. //\"You will NOT bring an innocent child into this mess you\'ve created!\"// His voice was ominous.

Dischordia gave him a calculating look and quickly decided that she was riding far too close to the edge. //\"It was just a thought. Anyway, shouldn\'t you go ahead and release them? The rest of the world is moving on, and someone is bound to show up.\"//

He let her drop. //\"Damn! You\'re right--I have to do something, quick.\"// He sighed, stringing his bow. //\"I was hoping to avoid having to do anything directly, but there\'s no time for slow and subtle. Let\'s see, Lupus is already fixated, so I just have to worry about Mozelle.\"// He unslung his quiver and examined the selection of arrows in it. \"I don\'t think my Platonic Love special will do in this case. I can\'t justify using the Deep and Abiding Love, because she may be sent back to the future at some point, and it would be cruel to separate them.\" His hand hovered. \"Mmm, I suppose Infatuation is the best bet.\"// He strung a silvery arrow. //\"This should make the experience pleasant for them both. It\'ll wear off Mozelle in a couple of days, and by then perhaps Zeus will have decided to take a hand in this. If not, maybe it will develope into something deeper on it\'s own.\"//

He drew the bow and let the arrow fly. It had just a scant few feet to go, but instead of sinking into the woman\'s body and melting into her, as it should have... It bounced off. Cupid and Dischordia both blinked in surprise. Cupid retrieved the arrow and examined it closely. It seemed perfectly fine. He stepped back and tried it again. The same thing happened.

//\"What\'s wrong?\"// asked Dischordia.

//\"I\'m not sure. There\'s only one thing I can think of--she doesn\'t believe in us.\"//

//\"But there are a lot of people who don\'t worship us, and we affect THEM.\"//

//\"Dischordia, they don\'t actively worship us, and they may CLAIM not to believe, but they were raised hearing about us every day, surrounded by our altars and statues, hearing our tales and our praises every day of their lives. There\'s a little corner of them that can\'t NOT believe. She was raised completely out of our time. We\'re nothing to her but myths.\"//

//\"Yeah, but I\'ve been working on her.\"//

//\"No, Dischord, you\'ve been working on the people around her, and THEY\'VE been affecting her. I\'m not entirely sure I can affect her at all. Hm.\"// He studied the woman. //\"I\'m trying to work on her heart and her emotions. Maybe if I limited myself to the physical...\"//

He rummaged in his quiver, reaching into the very bottom. //\"I know I have one of them around here somewhere.//\"

His hand was moving slowly and carefully, and Dischordia said, //\"What\'s holding you up? Why are you taking so long?\"//

He made a face at her. //\"Because I don\'t want to stick myself with this. Especially not when you\'re around. Ah, there it is!\"// He drew out a tiny golden dart. It was no longer than his finger, but rather fat. The tip was needle sharp, and the end was fletched with bright scarlet feathers.

Discordia examined it curiously. //\"What is it?\"//

//\"It\'s a Passion Dart. Mom makes them for me. They\'re loaded with a sexual stimulant. She calls it an aphrodisiac. I told her it was a little vain, naming it after herself, but...\"// he shrugged. \"Since this is as much chemical as it is mystical, it should work on her at least a little. I just want to keep her from coming totally apart till I can figure out a more permanent solution.\"//

He went back to the woman, and studied her face, recognizing the anxiety and apprehension. Lupus showed nothing but anticipation. He shook his head. //\"Damn, boy. She has some interest, yes, but it\'s buried deep, and it should be uncovered slowly and gently. You know enough about women to see that, so why are you pushing so hard?\"// He shook his head. //\"I think it\'s that damn collar.\"//

Discordia sounded skeptical. //\"Some guys find that sexy, yeah, but it seems like kind of an extreme reaction.\"//

//\"Not that, Cordie. I think that he can\'t see very far past the collar. She\'s a slave first to him. It\'s the prevailant attitude these days, and I\'m not sure he\'ll be able to get past the mindset. He might fall in love with her, but I doubt if he\'d ever consider making a formal committment to her. Oh, well, I\'ll just have to go for the temporary solution.\"//

He slapped the dart against the woman\'s behind, and this time it melted into her. //\"Well, it\'s going to have some effect, anyway.\"// He waved his hand, and things went into motion again. Cupid watched them as they went down the hall. Was he mistaken, or was there a little less drag in her step?

//\"Scuse me.\"// Discordia tried to push past Cupid.

He grabbed her arm. //\"Where do you think you\'re going?\"//

//\"To watch, of course.//

//\"Like fun, you are.//

//\"I\'d like to see you stop me.\"//

His grip tightened, and his voice was low and menacing. //\"No, Cordie, you really DON\'T want to see that.\"//

They stared at each other silently for a moment. Finally she said, //\"Fine. Party pooper.\"// She disappeared with a pop.

Cupid watched as Lupus and Mozelle disappeared into the family quarters. Malanda and Rentic went to their room, Rentic trying to reassure his wife that things would be all right for the odd little woman she\'d become so fond of, and the new nursemaid coaxed Gaius to get back to bed.

Finally the kitchen was empty. Cupid looked up at the ceiling. \"Mom? I sure do hope that you and the other ladies get through to Zeus soon. I don\'t have time to hang around this house, waiting to hit her with a dose of desire every time Lupus starts to feel frisky.\" He disappeared.

*****

*Oh God, oh God, oh God. The one time in my life I know PRECISELY what\'s on someone else\'s mind, and it\'s THIS. I wonder how angry he\'d get if I kneed him in the crotch? I hear that really pisses guys off. It sure as hell looks effective in the movies. How much trouble would I get in? Rentic said you can be executed for threatening a citizen. Somehow I figure they wouldn\'t take defending yourself against rape as a very good excuse for a slave, and I really should stop babbling mentally, because I\'m about to have a serious situation to deal with...*

Lupus tugged Mozelle into his room, then released her, turning to lock the door. He turned back and leaned against it, smiling at her. A small oil lamp flickered on the table, and his smile was very white in the dim light.

*Okay, I\'m going to ignore this. We\'ll see if that works.* The clothes that Lupus had changed out of for the celebration were tossed carelessly on a chaiShe She picked up his tunic and folded it neatly, looking around for where it was supposed to be stored. Lupus came to her and took it from her hands, dropping it back on the chair. She clenched her hands and said quietly, \"I\'m supposed to take care of your things, right? I\'m just trying to do my job.\"

\"Later.\"

She had seen something peeking out from under the edge of Lupus\'s bed, and she went and pulled it out. As she\'d guessed, it was a thin pallet, like the one she slept on in the children\'s room. Apparently each of the householders had one in their room for a body slave. She spread it along one wall, out of the way.

Lupus watched her, his expression faintly amused. When she was done he shook his head and pushed the pallet back under his bed with his foot. When she started to reach for it again he took her arm. \"Leave it.\"

When he reached for her other arm she swung her hand quickly, knocking his hand away. \"Don\'t.\" There was suddenly something different about his touch that made her even more nervous. *Not exactly afraid, but nervous. Why NOT afraid? I should be terrified.*

\"Mozelle,\" his voice was soft, almost chiding. He reached toward her again, and she raised her hand jerkily, prepared to block him again. He stopped, hand still outstretched toward her, and repeated her name, even more softly. \"Mozelle? No hurt.\"

\"You don\'t understand. There are different kinds of hurt.\" Her eyes squeezed shut for an instant. *Why should that surprise me? There are so many who STILL don\'t understand in my time. They think for it to be rape the woman has to end up in the hospital, or at least marked up.* His grip on her arm had loosened, and he slowly stroked her upper arm, still smiling. *Oh, Jesus, he\'s PETTING me to keep me calm.

It was just so hopeless. She\'d read plenty of books and articles on self-defense, had watched countless programs where experts told you the best way to deal with a rapist. The problem was, all of their advice was predicated on the assumption that there had to be someone, somewhere out there who was going to be appalled by the idea that you were being molested, and assist you. They assumed that the assailant was at least aware that there was some penalty assigned to such actions. None of that applied here.

Even if she managed somehow to get out of this room and out of this house... Well, she\'d seen enough to know that it would probably create more problems for her than it would solve. She remembered Celsus and his cronies, and the two men who had lured her from the temple, and Tinactus. She came to the conclusion that there were things a lot worse than Lupus out there.

When she hadn\'t moved to force his touch away, Lupus tried again. This time she allowed him to grip both of her arms, and he pulled her a little closer. He could sense her resistence weakening, and was relieved to think that he wasn\'t going to have to use actual force on her. That would have been unpleasant for both of them.

Mozelle felt his breath fan her face, and her own breath hitched. She felt her scalp prickle, the skin drawing tight. *This is going to happen, isn\'t it? I mean, I think it would happen anyway, but I\'m not going to do anything to try to make it stop. So much for Pearl Pureheart, fighting the fate worse than death to her final breath. Face it, Mozelle, you aren\'t as pure as the driven snow... not mentally, anyway. If there had been ahoichoice involved in this...* He was leaning toward her. \"I don\'t want this.\" He shrugged, then bent and pressed his mouth to the side of her throat. She stiffened, and had to lock her knees when they suddenly got weak.

One last try. \"I know our communication is kind of sporadic, but I have to try. Do you know what a virgin is?\" That made him lift his head.

Lupus studied the woman. \"Virgin?\" She nodded. \"No men?\" She nodded again. He knew that it wasn\'t tactful, and it might antagonize her, but he couldn\'t help it--he laughed. The very idea of a woman her age who was healthy and presentable, and hadn\'t dedicated herself to chastity in the service of some god, being a virgin. It was a mistake. He saw the flare of hurt in her eyes. The first slap landed, and it was a respectable blow for a woman. He caught her wrist before the second one could land. \"Mozelle, sorry!\"

\"You bastard.\" It was her turn to realize that she\'d made a mistake. In her time \'bastard\' had become so mild that it was hardly considered an insult any more. That wasn\'t how it was in ancient Rome. His grn hen her wrist tightened till she could feel the small bones rubbing together. She cringed, expecting the blows that her reluctance had not earned.

Instead Lupus took a deep breath and said, \"You do not say again. Understand?\"

\"Yes.\"

He let go of her wrist, then pointed at her and flicked his finger upward. \"Off.\"

There wasn\'t a lot of stalling to be done with the Roman style of clothing. In Victorian times she could have taken long minutes with hooks and buttons and lacings. You could only take so long to untie a belt and pull a toga over your head. When she was done she held the garment awkwardly, shielding her torso. Lupus took it from her hand and threw it on the chair with his other clothes.

She was still wearing her bra and panties, and he examined them with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, walking around her for a better view. She felt him tugging at the back band of her bra, trying to figure out exactly how it unfastened. He was muttering under his breath in Latin, and she wondered if he was cursing the garment, or commenting on it\'s cleverness. Eventually he figured out how to unfasten it, and she was ironically reminded of all those seventies movies where they made jokes about the boys out necking trying to fumble open a bra chatch. She had a sudden urge to hunt down every man who\'d ever written such a scene and slap him.

When the bra joined the other clothes, she was unable to resist the urge to cross her arms over her chest. Lupus moved up close behind her, putting his arms around her and taking hold of her wrists, moved her arms down again. Then he reached up and cupped her breasts.

It was the first time a man had ever put his hands on her naked flesh. He chuckled, a low sound, and she was shocked to realize that her nipples were hard. *That shouldn\'t be! How can it...? It\'s not cold in here. Can fear do tho yoo you? I\'m not excited--I\'m not!*

Lupus couldn\'t repressed the triumphant laugh when he felt the firm buds. //\"So, you say you don\'t want this. Maybe you actually believe it, but your body tells a different story.\"// He urged her over to the bed and pushed down on her shoulders till she sat.

He began to untie his belt, and she said, \"Lupus?\" He paused. \"Would... would you blow out the lamp?\"

He touched her cheek. \"Why? Pretty Mozelle.\"

\"Please.\" He studied her a moment longer, then bent over and blew out the flame. The room was plunged into utter darkness. Mozelle thought that she might as well have gone blind. She heard the rustle of cloth.

*I won\'t fight. I\'ll use passive resistance. I\'ll just lay here like a sack of feed and let him do what he wants and get it over with. It can\'t take long. Then I\'ll get on my pallet and that will be the end of it.* She had expected to be grabbed and pushed and positioned. She hadn\'t expected gentleness.

He put his hands on her, stroking her arms and sides and thighs. He pulled her against his body, and she whimpered a little at the shock of warm skin against her own. She felt somehow sensitized, as if she were feeling all this much more strongly than she should have.

Then she felt his mouth. Not on her own, though. His lips brushed her cheeks brow. He nuzzled her ear. When she squirmed, he nibbled at her earlobe, then sucked it. He trailed damp kisses down her throat, and sucked and nipped at one spot till she knew that she would have a mark, and wondered vaguely what she would say if someone mentioned it.

By now she was wondering if she might not be sick, because she was feeling feverish. There was a heat in her blood, and she was feeling lightheaded. Her arms and legs felt heavy, and, while she felt as if she couldn\'t get off the bed unless there was a fire, she also felt like she was about to jump out of her skin.

She held good to her vow to remain still... for awhile. But when his tongue flicked over one stiff nipple she cried out quietly and arched her back. She felt a hand slip under the waistband of her panties, and she grabbed at his wrist desperately. His fingers stretched, and one slid shallowly into the crease that marked her sex, and brushed against something. She let go with a moan.

Lupus slid his hand over the tickling ruffle of her pubic hair, seeking. Again he found the small bit of flesh, and he rubbed it gently. A friendly whore had told him about this years ago, this little button that could give a woman so much pleasure. He continued to caress it, lavishing kisses, licks, and sucks on Mozelle\'s heaving bosom, till he suddenly found his fingers sliding in slick fluid, and the woman began trembling. *She\'s ready. She has to be ready. In any case, I can\'t wait any longer.*

Lupus eased the odd garment down Mozelle\'s legs. He could feel that the band of material that went between her legs was damp with her own juices, and he smiled. It wasn\'t easy in the dark, but he located the penile sheath he\'d gotten from the apothecary, and the little jar of sweet oil. He quickly slicked himself, then carefully pulled the thin little sheath over his straining cock, being careful not to tear it. It fit snugly. After a brief hesitation, he slicked the outside of the sheath, too, to make it as easy for his lover as possible. If there was still the least bit of tension... He was determined to find his own release, but it would be so much more pleasurable is she enjoyed it, too.

Taking her shoulders, he turned her to lie on the bed, her head on the pillow, and moved over her. He slipped a knee between her thighs, urging them apart, then settled into the space. He was a little high at first, his cock pressing into the soft plain of her stomach.

Mozelle gasped at the alien sensation. It was so strange to feel the large, solid body pressing down on her own. And oh, it was even stranger to feel the hot, hard length poking insistently at her belly. She felt him lift, and knew he was going to position himself. Her apprehension burst back upon her, full blown, and she whispered, \"Slow! Please, oh please, go slow!\"

Lupus gritted his teeth, but he wanted her to be willing later on. He felt till he found the sorce of the warm, slick liquid. For a moment he hesitated. *Small. She feels so tiny.* But the lust was too strong, and it quickly pushed aside this qualm. He fitted himself against the little slit and began to push. She groaned. He couldn\'t feel the wetness, but he could feel the heat, and the oil in the sheath was almost as good.

He sank into her an inch, then two. *Jupiter, she\'s TIGHT. It must\'ve been a long time since she last lay with a man.* He continued to push forward, trying to ignore the whine of discomfort that was building in the back of her throat. If she\'d just relax... He stopped. Not because he wanted to, but because he didn\'t seem to be able to go on. He was only half embeded, and eemeeemed as if some obstruction...

Sudden insight flooded over him, and he jerked his head up. His eyes had adjusted a bit to the dark. This close, he could just barely make out the lines of her face. Her eyes weren\'t closed, as he might have expected. She was staring at him, her breathing quick and deep. He said slowly, \"Virgo?\"

Her expression twisted, and her voice was almost a sob. \"I TOLD you, you ass!\" He touched her face, and felt warm tears.

He wiped a tear from her cheek. \"Sh, pupa virgo.\"

*Maybe he\'ll stop. Maybe since he realizes that I never...*

Lupus put his hand over her mouth, jerking his hips hard. She shrieked at the burning pain as her maidenhead was split, and he slid into her fully. Her entire body stiffened in shock. Lupus stayed still for a moment, wanting desperately to move, but also wanting to let her get used to her new state. She didn\'t cry out again, but made a whimpering sound that would have torn at his conscience if it hadn\'t been so lust fogged.

He uncovered her mouth and rubbed his cheek against hers. \"Venia,\" he whispered. He started to move inside her. \"Venia. Te facio mihi intrepidus.\"

*Did he just apologize?* she thought, dazed. Mozelle had sometimes pleasured herself in the dark quiet of her bedroom, but she had never been adventurous enough to try onethe the devices she\'d seen advertised on the \'net, or in the backs of \'adult\' magazines. She\'d never even slipped a finger into herself. The discomfort she\'d encountered on on long ago aborted experiment had kept her from trying again, and now THIS. *I have to go over two thousand years and nearly six thousand miles to get deflowered. And I always figured it would be in my own bed, or maybe a Holiday Inn.*

For a moment she had thought she was going to suffocate, but Lupus propped his upper body off her by bracing his elbows on either side of her. He was pumping into her now with a steady rhythm, hips working smoothly. After the initial burst, the pain faded to a dull ache, like that of muscles that had been overtaxed after remaining unused for too long, and even that ache was fading. She was almost horrified to realize that... that...

*Oh, my God. It feels good. What kind of a slut am I?! He\'s raping me, I CAN\'T enjoy this.* But when Lupus reached down between their joined bodies and found the small, slippery knob of her clitoris and began to rub it gently, there was no way to deny it. A heat that almost seemed to shimmer was moving through her body, building up in liquid waves.

If asked, Mozelle would have said that yes, she had had orgasms before (she would have probably cursed the questioner, but she would have been honest.) What hit her, though, bore only a vague resemblence to what had gone before. It was like comparing a bottle rocket to a volcanic eruption. Her entire inside seemed to convulse as a tidal wave of heat and pleasure broke over her, and she found that she was bucking up to meet Lupus, her feet hooking over his legs in back to draw him closer.

Lupus felt when she found her release. It was as if his cock was seized in a firm grip, stroked and squeezed. She arched under him, head digging back into the pillow, mouth open in a quiet wail of surprise.

It was enough to make a man a little mad.

He lunged against her strongly, driving himself into her core with short, hard, almost brutal stabs, growling. When she cried out again, this time with astonishment as a second orgasm ripped through her, he came himself. He groaned in satisfaction, going very still, with his prick buried to the root. Head thrown back, he trembled as his seed filled the little sheath. He made one, two more strokes, his cock already beginning to soften.

Finally it was done. He pulled out carefully, holding himself so that the apothicary\'s generous gift would not be lost or torn, then threw the limp sheath on the floor. He was just ready to settle back when Mozelle shifted, beginning to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and sit up. He hooked an arm around her waist, holding her. \"What?\"

Her voice was a little ragged. \"My bed. I\'m going to get my bed.\"

He clicked his tongue, and pulled her back down beside him, settling her comfortably against his side. Reaching down, he pulled a sheet up over them both, then drew her head down to tuck it under his chin. \"Sleep.\"

She was still. \"Do you mean that besides SLEEPING with me, you want to SLEEP with me?\"

He sighed. \"Novus femina. Sleep.\"

There was a brief silence. Then she whispered, \"Pertinacia juvenis.\"

In the dark, Lupus smiled. \"Pertinacia? Etiam. Juvenis? Ne.\"