Roman Enslavement
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
5,666
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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Part Three
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Roman Enslavement
Part Three
by Scribe
Tinactus frowned. \\\\\"Not this one, Lady. I could hardly sell you a slave who\'s still so green and untutored. Choose another.\"\\\\ He tangled his hand in the woman\'s dark, curly hair and dragged her head back, arching her neck. \\\\\"I have plans for this one.\"\\\\
\\\\\"How much did you pay for her?\"\\\\
\\\\\"Forty dinars. At first I thought I had allowed myself to be defrauded by the scum who brought her to me, but I\'m seeing possibilities.\"\\\\
\\\\\"What would you consider a fair profit?\"\\\\
Tinactus looked at the matriarch shrewdly. There was a bit of pink weal visible at the collar of the slave\'s shirt. Tinactus licked his fingertip, and traced the puffed pink flesh. \\\\\"You know why I want her, Lady. Why do you want her? Surely not as a charitable act?\"\\\\
\\\\\"I told you, I need a nursemaid for my son. Loyalty is hard to judge, but I just saw this woman take a rather severe beating to protects a child she didn\'t even know. I want that protective instinct for my children.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Well, Lady, I\'m not sure what I\'d need.\"\\\\ His hand slid down over the woman\'s ass, roughly digging and squeezing. She wasn\'t too far gone to jerk a foot back at her molester, but he avoided it, chuckling. \\\\\"She\'s a sweet thing, and has become quite dear to me.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Eighty dinars. Double your price.\"\\\\ Rentic stiffened. Such a price would bring a sturdy laborer.
\\\\\"No, no, really, I\'ve promised myself this treat, Lady Dramilla.\"\\\\ With one hand pushing the small of her back, fixing her to the wall, he forced the other hand between her legs from behind. The woman squirmed, obviously cursing him.
\\\\\"One hundred dinars.\"\\\\
Tinactus paused in his rummaging. This was serious. One could buy a trained house slave for that price. Could he get more? \\\\\"But Lady, I\'m so looking forward to her, and it would be a shame and a waste if she wasn\'t used. Unless...\"\\\\ He cocked a hot, amused eye at Rentic. \\\\\"you\'re buying her as a companion for him?\"\\\\
\\\\\"One hundred twenty dinars, Tinactus.\"\\\\ The slaver was silent. That was the price of an experienced body servant, or a medium grade pleasure slave.
He was lustful, but the greed for money won out. \\\\\"Ah, well.\"\\\\ He withdrew his hand, and patted the woman. \\\\\"Who knows, pet? Perhaps you\'ll come on the block someday. I\'d enjoy finishing this. All right, Lady Dramilla. The slave is your\'s for one hundred and twenty dinars, and I hope you may never regret your purchase.\"\\\\
\\\\\"I will write you a draft for the amount, and you can settle with my husband at your leisure.\"\\\\
Tinactus bowed hin head. \\\\\"So it shall be. Will you take her with you, or shall I deliver?\"\\\\
Lady Dramilla regarded the slaver, then said dryly \\\\\"She will accompany us home. Frankly, Tinactus, I do not trust you to deliver her to me in the same state in which I would leave her.\"\\\\
He smiled. \\\\\"That I will not deny. I doubt I\'d be able to resist a taste before I sent her over. I\'ll throw in the collar. Would you like to have her branded before you go? My metalsmith could put a lovely mark on her ass or thigh for you.\"\\\\
\\\\\"The collar will be sufficient.\"\\\\
Rentic had parchment and writing implements in a pouch at his belt. He carefully wrote the contract Tinactus and Dramilla dictated, then Lady Dramilla signed it. Tinactus had the chain unhooked from the wall. \\\\\"I\'d advise keeping her on it till you get home. The beating has taken some of the vinegar out of her, but she\'s very new to her station. Who knows how foolish she\'ll be?\"\\\\
Rentic took the chain, and the woman said, \"I\'m transferred, huh?\"
Rentic replied. \"Mistress bought you. Cost h You You be good, be worthy.\"
She shrugged. \"Well, it pretty much has to be better than him.\" She made sliding, scooping motions with her foot in Tinactus\'s direction. It was amazing how clearly the girl could convey her meaning in sign. She looked like an animal trying to bury something that it found particularly foul.
The three left the slaver\'s house.
As they walked through the streets Lady Dramilla noticed how the girl went to the end of her lead to be close to the fruit stands and roasted meat sellers. The nostrils of her small, tilted nose flared, and a hand pressed to her belly. \\\\\"Is she hungry, Rentic?\"\\\\
Rentic spoke to the girl. \\\\\"She says, Mistress, that her belly thinks her throat has been cut.\"\\\\
They were by a baker\'s cart. \\\\\"Buy her a loaf.\"\\\\
Rentic retrieved a coin from his purse, handed it over, and chose the freshest loaf, still warm. He gave it to the woman, and they resumed walking. Lady Dramilla saw that the woman wasn\'t eating. She cradled the loaf carefully, bending to sniff now and again, but she didn\'t eat. \\\\\"Rentic, why doesn\'t she eat? I thought she was hungry.\"\\\\
Rentic spoke to her. \"Lady say why you not eat?\"
She looked surprised. \"Oh, this is for me?\" She studied the loaf. \"How much can I havehouthout getting in trouble?\"
He frowned. \"All.\"
Mozelle made an odd little gesture. She pinched the air beside herself and swept the hand out. At the same time she bent her knees, crossing her right foot behind her left leg, toes pointed delicately, then stood back up again. Her expression was grave. Lady Dramilla observed the action with vague, puzzled amusement. \\\\\"Rentic, what was that about?\"\\\\
\"Woman,\" He clumsily immitated her action, and the woman almost laughed. \"What that?\"
\"That was a thank you curtsey.\"
\\\\\"She says it was a thank you courtesy, Lady.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Oh. I thought that Tinactus said she wasn\'t used to a slave state. That was quite... charming.\"\\\\
\\\\\"I\'m not entirely sure it wasn\'t mocking, Lady.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Well, we\'ll give her the benefit of the doubt. Eat, child.\"\\\\ She made feeding motions, and the woman nodded.
Breaking off a piece of the bread, Mozelle sampled it. She was careful to keep her face neutral. She\'d never liked whole wheat or whole grain bread, cheerfully preferring the insipid bleached flour white variety. Here, she realized, there wasn\'t going to be much choice. \"Roman Meal or nothing,\" she murmured, working on a rather chewy mouthful. Ah, well, she\'d always liked her bread with a bit of texture to it.
She ate as she followed the other two through the streets, observing everything carefully. Trying to figure out if there was a snowball\'s chance in hell in getting away, and getting somewhere where she wouldn\'t be considered part of someone\'s assets. It didn\'t look very hopeful.
Roman Enslavement
Part Three
by Scribe
Tinactus frowned. \\\\\"Not this one, Lady. I could hardly sell you a slave who\'s still so green and untutored. Choose another.\"\\\\ He tangled his hand in the woman\'s dark, curly hair and dragged her head back, arching her neck. \\\\\"I have plans for this one.\"\\\\
\\\\\"How much did you pay for her?\"\\\\
\\\\\"Forty dinars. At first I thought I had allowed myself to be defrauded by the scum who brought her to me, but I\'m seeing possibilities.\"\\\\
\\\\\"What would you consider a fair profit?\"\\\\
Tinactus looked at the matriarch shrewdly. There was a bit of pink weal visible at the collar of the slave\'s shirt. Tinactus licked his fingertip, and traced the puffed pink flesh. \\\\\"You know why I want her, Lady. Why do you want her? Surely not as a charitable act?\"\\\\
\\\\\"I told you, I need a nursemaid for my son. Loyalty is hard to judge, but I just saw this woman take a rather severe beating to protects a child she didn\'t even know. I want that protective instinct for my children.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Well, Lady, I\'m not sure what I\'d need.\"\\\\ His hand slid down over the woman\'s ass, roughly digging and squeezing. She wasn\'t too far gone to jerk a foot back at her molester, but he avoided it, chuckling. \\\\\"She\'s a sweet thing, and has become quite dear to me.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Eighty dinars. Double your price.\"\\\\ Rentic stiffened. Such a price would bring a sturdy laborer.
\\\\\"No, no, really, I\'ve promised myself this treat, Lady Dramilla.\"\\\\ With one hand pushing the small of her back, fixing her to the wall, he forced the other hand between her legs from behind. The woman squirmed, obviously cursing him.
\\\\\"One hundred dinars.\"\\\\
Tinactus paused in his rummaging. This was serious. One could buy a trained house slave for that price. Could he get more? \\\\\"But Lady, I\'m so looking forward to her, and it would be a shame and a waste if she wasn\'t used. Unless...\"\\\\ He cocked a hot, amused eye at Rentic. \\\\\"you\'re buying her as a companion for him?\"\\\\
\\\\\"One hundred twenty dinars, Tinactus.\"\\\\ The slaver was silent. That was the price of an experienced body servant, or a medium grade pleasure slave.
He was lustful, but the greed for money won out. \\\\\"Ah, well.\"\\\\ He withdrew his hand, and patted the woman. \\\\\"Who knows, pet? Perhaps you\'ll come on the block someday. I\'d enjoy finishing this. All right, Lady Dramilla. The slave is your\'s for one hundred and twenty dinars, and I hope you may never regret your purchase.\"\\\\
\\\\\"I will write you a draft for the amount, and you can settle with my husband at your leisure.\"\\\\
Tinactus bowed hin head. \\\\\"So it shall be. Will you take her with you, or shall I deliver?\"\\\\
Lady Dramilla regarded the slaver, then said dryly \\\\\"She will accompany us home. Frankly, Tinactus, I do not trust you to deliver her to me in the same state in which I would leave her.\"\\\\
He smiled. \\\\\"That I will not deny. I doubt I\'d be able to resist a taste before I sent her over. I\'ll throw in the collar. Would you like to have her branded before you go? My metalsmith could put a lovely mark on her ass or thigh for you.\"\\\\
\\\\\"The collar will be sufficient.\"\\\\
Rentic had parchment and writing implements in a pouch at his belt. He carefully wrote the contract Tinactus and Dramilla dictated, then Lady Dramilla signed it. Tinactus had the chain unhooked from the wall. \\\\\"I\'d advise keeping her on it till you get home. The beating has taken some of the vinegar out of her, but she\'s very new to her station. Who knows how foolish she\'ll be?\"\\\\
Rentic took the chain, and the woman said, \"I\'m transferred, huh?\"
Rentic replied. \"Mistress bought you. Cost h You You be good, be worthy.\"
She shrugged. \"Well, it pretty much has to be better than him.\" She made sliding, scooping motions with her foot in Tinactus\'s direction. It was amazing how clearly the girl could convey her meaning in sign. She looked like an animal trying to bury something that it found particularly foul.
The three left the slaver\'s house.
As they walked through the streets Lady Dramilla noticed how the girl went to the end of her lead to be close to the fruit stands and roasted meat sellers. The nostrils of her small, tilted nose flared, and a hand pressed to her belly. \\\\\"Is she hungry, Rentic?\"\\\\
Rentic spoke to the girl. \\\\\"She says, Mistress, that her belly thinks her throat has been cut.\"\\\\
They were by a baker\'s cart. \\\\\"Buy her a loaf.\"\\\\
Rentic retrieved a coin from his purse, handed it over, and chose the freshest loaf, still warm. He gave it to the woman, and they resumed walking. Lady Dramilla saw that the woman wasn\'t eating. She cradled the loaf carefully, bending to sniff now and again, but she didn\'t eat. \\\\\"Rentic, why doesn\'t she eat? I thought she was hungry.\"\\\\
Rentic spoke to her. \"Lady say why you not eat?\"
She looked surprised. \"Oh, this is for me?\" She studied the loaf. \"How much can I havehouthout getting in trouble?\"
He frowned. \"All.\"
Mozelle made an odd little gesture. She pinched the air beside herself and swept the hand out. At the same time she bent her knees, crossing her right foot behind her left leg, toes pointed delicately, then stood back up again. Her expression was grave. Lady Dramilla observed the action with vague, puzzled amusement. \\\\\"Rentic, what was that about?\"\\\\
\"Woman,\" He clumsily immitated her action, and the woman almost laughed. \"What that?\"
\"That was a thank you curtsey.\"
\\\\\"She says it was a thank you courtesy, Lady.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Oh. I thought that Tinactus said she wasn\'t used to a slave state. That was quite... charming.\"\\\\
\\\\\"I\'m not entirely sure it wasn\'t mocking, Lady.\"\\\\
\\\\\"Well, we\'ll give her the benefit of the doubt. Eat, child.\"\\\\ She made feeding motions, and the woman nodded.
Breaking off a piece of the bread, Mozelle sampled it. She was careful to keep her face neutral. She\'d never liked whole wheat or whole grain bread, cheerfully preferring the insipid bleached flour white variety. Here, she realized, there wasn\'t going to be much choice. \"Roman Meal or nothing,\" she murmured, working on a rather chewy mouthful. Ah, well, she\'d always liked her bread with a bit of texture to it.
She ate as she followed the other two through the streets, observing everything carefully. Trying to figure out if there was a snowball\'s chance in hell in getting away, and getting somewhere where she wouldn\'t be considered part of someone\'s assets. It didn\'t look very hopeful.