Roman Enslavement

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Roman Enslavement
Part Seven
by Scribe

\\\\\"I must admit, this wasn\'t quite the welcome home I expected.\"\\\\ Lupus eyed the still distressed woman curiously. \\\\\"So, you hired an Amazon to look after the boys?\"\\\\

\\\\\"Don\'t be silly,\"\\\\ his mother said dryly. \\\\\"Everyone knows Amazons have no maternal instincts. Her name is Mozelle. Shimorn died several months ago. Stupid girl. Malanda told her that the pork was being thrown away for a reason, but she would insist on eating it.\"\\\\

Lupus sighed. \\\\\"That\'s too bad.\"\\\\ Shimorn had been a bust as a nursemaid, and not that much use at anything else, but she\'d been an adequate bed partner. Now he\'d have to patronize the bawdy houses if he wanted a bit of pleasure.

Lucius eyed his son shrewdly. Lupus had been bedding the nursermaid, of course. It was to be expected with a young buck like him. No doubt he\'d assumed he\'d have a warm and willing bed partner near to hand during his stay. \\\\\"You look and smell like a barbarian, son,\"\\\\ he said mildly. \\\\\"Come in an get decently clean.\"\\\\

Rentic said \\\\\"Master, about Mozelle...?\"\\\\

\\\\\"Oh. I suppose I should do something.\"\\\\ He looked at Lupus. \\\\\"You\'re the one she almost skewered. What do you think should be done with her?\"\\\\

Lupus studied the woman. She stared back, not dropping her eyes as most slaves did. That would have earned her a beating in some of the stricter households. \\\\\"I\'d say give her a reward.\"\\\\

\\\\\"What?\"\\\\ His father regarded him with mild surprise. \\\\\"You can\'t be serious. She fully intended to stab you, boy. I know you\'re trained to defend yourself at school, but a woman guarding a child
can be dangerous.\"\\\\

\\\\\"Exactly. She was guarding Patenic. She had no idea who I was. I\'d say she did exactly what she should have.\"\\\\ Lupus pulled a small bag off his belt and opened it. He extracted a silver coin,
took the woman\'s hand and pressed it into her palm. He pointed at Patenic. \"Guard well.\" He patted her arm, nodding.

\"Oh. Uh... thank you.\" He smiled, patted her arm again, and followed his parents to the family section of the house.

Malanda was jabbering to Rentic. \\\\\"Here he is back, and me without a decent meal to set before him! Rentic, you\'ll needs go to market for me. I\'ll need a nice, fat lamb, and a few quail, I think. If you can\'t get them, chicken will do, if they\'re young enough. And some of those tiny little green peas he likes so much. The mint has just come in, and it will go well with them.\"\\\\

\\\\\"I\'ll need to pick up that cask of wine today, too,\"\\\\ Rentic fretted. \\\\\"Have you time to make a fit dessert?\"\\\\

\\\\\"No. Get spice cakes from Boferus in the market. And some sweets from the third stall after his. Not the second, the third!\"\\\\

Rentic was muttering the list of ingredients and tasks under his breath as he headed for the door. Then he stopped and smacked a palm against his head. \\\\\"Discordia have mercy! I almost forgot about Master Lupus\'s bath!\"\\\\

Discordia had followed them into the house. Now she grinned contentedly. Things had been quieting down. Imagine the young man rewarding that impertinent wench. Discordia leaned over and whispered in Rentic\'s ear. \\\\\"You must go to the market.\"\\\\

\\\\\"I must go to the market.\"\\\\

\\\\\"But your master needs to be tended to.\"\\\\

\\\\\"But Master Lupus must be tended to.\"\\\\

Malanda was already up to her wrists in dough, kneading frantically. \\\\\"Don\'t natter to me about it. I have work to do.\"\\\\

Rentic thought. \\\\\"Perhaps Tessa...\"\\\\

Discordia whispered again. \\\\\"Tessa is busy with the baby.\"\\\\

\\\\\"But Tessa is busy with the boys.\"\\\\

\\\\\"And who does that leave?\"\\\\

His face cleared. \\\\\"I\'m in such a hurry I almost forgot. Mozelle can do it.\"\\\\

Malanda kept working the dough. \\\\\"Are you sure about that?\"\\\\

\\\\\"Why not? It\'s simple enough. All she has to do is help him undress, bathe him, and help him dress. She\'s done it for Gauis.\"\\\\

\\\\\"And nearly blushed herself to death with a ten year old boy. She\'s likely to have apoplexy if you ask her to bathster Lupus.\"\\\\

\\\\\"Nonsense. It\'s a simple household task. It\'s not as if she\'s a pleasure slave, expected to perform.\"\\\\ He walked back to the children\'s room.

In a moment, Malanda heard a loud squawk. \"You want me to do what?\" She shook her head, sighing. She loved Rentic dearly, but sometimes he could be very dense for such a clever man.

He came back into the kitchen, followed closely by a very distressed Mozelle, who was jabbering frantically in her peculiar version of Britannic.

\"But... but he\'s a GUY! I\'m a GIRL! Don\'t you people have any concept of... of separation of the sexes? I thought that type of stuff only happened in Japan.\"

Rentic scowled. \"Why you care?\"

\"Because I\'m not in the habit of looking at men when they\'re starkers, much less handling them!\" Discordia watched, clapping her hands. Oh, now that impertinent wench had her toga in a twist.

Rentic sighed. \"Mozelle, I busy. Malanda busy, Tessa busy. You do.\"

\"Can\'t he bathe himself? I could bathe myself when I was four or
five.\"

Rentic and Malanda both looked shocked. Make a master bathe himself when there was a perfectly good slave available? Rentic said heavily, \"Mozelle, you DO! You want go back Tinactus?\" It was a
bluff. Rentic doubted heartily that Lady Dramilla would return this slave to the one who had sold her, no matter how recalcitrant she proved. She had seen the man\'s intentions for the slave, and would not abandon her to such attentions if she could help it. But the bluff worked.

Mozelle suddenly got quiet, some of the color leaving her face. Her voice very small, she said, \"He won\'t... um... get the wrong idea, will he?\"
tic tic rolled his eyes, but Mandala patted her shoulder gently with a flour coated hand. \\\\\"Can\'t you see she\'s frightened, my love? Tell her she\'ll be all right. Master Lupus would never force himself on a woman, free or slave.\"\\\\

Rentic said, \"Mozelle, Lupus...\" He searched for words. \"Good man. Not hurt woman. Not hurt you.\"

She said morosely, \"People have different definitions of hurt.\" But he could tell by her eyes that she was resigned.

He showed her to the small bathing room, a tiled enclosure with a place for a fire on chilly days. The bath was a small sunken pool, about a dozen feet square. At one end the water was barely knee
high, sloping quickly to four feet deep. There was a constant circulation of water from a natural spring. It had been quite hideously expensive, but Lucius felt that it would pay for itself with the fees he saved from the public baths. And this way his wife could enjoy it, also.

Rentic showed her where the soaps and towels were, brought in a fresh tunic, and explained what was expected before he left her. She paced nervously. It was ridiculous--grown, healthy people being dressed and bathed.

Discordia watched the woman with malicious glee. \\\\\"Not so placid now, are you?\"// she chortled. \\\\\"I haven\'t had this much fun since I ran that rat through the procession of Vestal Virgins.\"\\\\

\\\\\"Discordia,\"\\\\ Somnus appeared. \\\\\"You\'re neglecting your duties. Jupiter says for you to get on with things.\"\\\\

\\\\\"Just a little while longer. The man should be here any moment now. I want to see if she stands her ground, or bolts.\"\\\\

\\\\\"Now, Discordia. Two drunken charioteers are even now making a bet about a race through the market place.\"\\\\

The goddess perked up. \\\\\"Oo! Flying fruit stalls!\"\\\\ She disappeared. With a shake of his head and a sympathetic glance at the woman, Somnus disappeared also.

Lupus entered the bathing room, whistling softly to himself. It was good to be home. He had enjoyed his time at the acadamy, but he was glad that his formal schooling was coming to an end. Communal living with none but his own sex did not appeal to him.

When he entered the room, expecting to find Rentic ready to attend him, he found instead the new slave. A little surprised, he said, \"Rentic?\"

\"Shopping. If you want to wfor for him, I can go see if Malanda needs me in the kitchen.\" She sounded hopeful.

Lupus most definitely did NOT want to wait for Rentic to return. He was tired and dirty, and wanted very much to get clean. \"No. You do.\" He waited for her to begin to disrobe him. She stood there,
wringing her hands uncertainly.

Lupus frowned. What on earth was the woman waiting for? Then he remembered his mother telling him how new she was to slavery. They were her first owners, and apparantly the only duties she\'d had so far was a few household chores, and caring for the children. She didn\'t know how to be a body slave. Questioningly he said, \"You no do this before?\" She shook her head. He sighed, but smiled at her encouragingly. Crooking a finger, he said, \"Here.\"

She approached cautiously. He touched his belt. \"Do.\" When she hesitated he took her hands and placed them on the knot at his hip. \"Do.\"

\"Oh.\" She began to pick at the knot, working the ends loose. He watched her. She was biting her bottom lip in concentration. His eyes lingered there, and he felt a spark of interest.

At last she got the belt undone. He pinched a fold of his tunic and lifted it, saying, \"Off.\" He put his arms up and waited.

\"Okay.\" She took hold of the tunic and pulled it up. He bent, and helped her slide it over his head. She inhaled sharply, eyes going big, and turned away quickly to lay aside the garment. He heard her muttering, \"God, hasn\'t underwear been invented yet?\"

Lupus felt a tickle of amusement. A modest slave. This might be fun. He went to the pool and stepped into the water. \"You.\" She darted a look at him, eyes resolutely on his face. He beconned
again. \"Come.\" She edged nearer. Lupus pointed at the edge of the pool. \"Sit.\"

Looking puzzled, the woman sat down beside the pool. He sighed, as if his patience was being tried, and grabbed her ankles, dragging her foreward till her feet dangled in the water. Then he turned around and sat down, pushing back till his back was against the pool\'s wall, between her legs. She was very still. He looked back up at her. \"Hair first.\"

\"Great. Now I\'m a cosmotologist.\" There was a pottery jug provided. She dipped up water and poured it over his head, wetting his hair. She scooped up a glob of the creamy white stuff Malanda had brought from the still room. \"I\'m assuming that this is what I use, since there doesn\'t seem to be any shampoo.\"

\"Yes.\"

She worked the stuff into his hair and it foamed nicely. She\'d never washed anyone else\'s hair before, but she seemed to do all right. She tried not to pull or scrape with her nails as she
massaged the scalp.

Lupus was enjoying it. The woman had a good touch--gentle, yet firm. He felt himself relaxing, the tensions from his journey easing away. She dipped up more water, to rinse. As she poured it over his head she laid a hand against his brow, shadowing his eyes. He realized that she was protecting him from the soap. Very good. Many slaves forgot that.

She kept rinsing. All the soap was gone, but she kept dipping and pouring. Oh. A little reluctant to move on, are we? He took a cloth and handed to her. Scooting forward a bit, he said \"In water to wash.\"

After another moment\'s hesitation she stepped down into the pool. He looked at her, staring pointedly at her pants, which were now soaked up to the knee. Body servants usually stripped when they came into the pool to bathe their master. Then he shook his head, deciding to allow it. She was a bit skittish as it was, and if this made her more comfortable...

Mozelle again scooped up some of the soap. She smeared it across his back, then started rubbing it in with the cloth. He sighed, and leaned back to her touch. His back and shoulders felt really tense. She held the cloth in both hands and rubbed harder, massaging. He sighed again, and muttered, \"Good.\" She felt a touch of satisfaction. She could do this. It wasn\'t so hard.

He held out his arms, and she cleaned and massaged them also. They were grubbier, from the dust in the road. She even paid attention to each finger, working them gently. She had become engrossed in her work, and didn\'t notice that he was watching her.

She\'s being wasted as a nursemaid. She ought to be trained as a body slave. She\'s got the right touch, and attention to detail.

She shifted to his side, reaching around to soap his chest. He sat up a little straighter as the soapy cloth brushed over his nipples. She was intent of being thorough, passing the cloth over each section of skin several times. He felt his nipples harden, firming to buds. She rinsed him, and hesitated. The hand holding the cloth made a tentative motion toward the water.

\"Ah. Legs now.\" Lupus stood up and sat on the edge of the pool as she had. Lifting his right foot, he offered it to her. She took it, and began the cleaning process again. His feet and legs had been
particularly soiled, and she had to work to get the skin clear again. She worked her way higher. When she reached his upper thigh, her hand moved more quickly and lightly, and she turned her head, seeming to study the play of the light on the water. He offered his left foot, and she began the process again.

Lupus found that he was becoming aroused. Well, nothing unusual about that. He would have wondered at himself if he hadn\'t. This bath was turning into a deliciously sensual experience. She rinsed the soap from his legs, and he stood again, turning his back to her.

He waited. Nothing. He glanced back to find her staring at the water again. Her cheeks were a bright pink. He smiled slightly. \"Mozelle?\" She looked up at his eyes. He slapped his buttock. \"Wash.\" She didn\'t move. Her eyes were huge. He felt his cock stiffening. \"Slave.\" She flinched. He\'d used the title deliberately, to remind her of her duty to obey. But his voice was softer when he said, \"Wash. Wash well.\"

Mozelle took a breath. She wasn\'t going to be able to get out of this. All right. It\'s just batheing. There\'s nothing sexual about it, Mozelle. He isn\'t interested in you. Young stud like him must
have them lined up around the block. Just do it.

She stroked the cloth over the pale gold skin. All over tan. Didn\'t I read that they exercized in the nude at some of the schools? Oo, there\'s an image for you. He felt very muscular. She
tried to keep a moderate pace, neither hurrying, so lingering. At last, relieved, she rinsed him.

She put her left hand on the edge of the pool, and started to climb out, but he caught it, stopping her. She looked at him questioningly. He turned and pulled her in front of him. \"Not done.\"

After a pause, she reached out and rubbed the cloth over his abdoment. Mozelle felt the muscles ripple at her touch. Oh lord, he\'s hard. What am I gonna do? He can\'t expect me to touch him
there.

She moved her hand away again. With a sound of impatience, Lupus grabbed her hand and pulled it to his crotch, laying the cloth against his erection. \"Slave! Wash!\"

Closing her eyes, she obeyed. The cloth was thick with lather now, and she glided it over the columnhtlyhtly. She made sure to miss nothing, so that she could finish this chore quickly.

Mozelle felt Lupus grasp her right hand again. He pulled the cloth away from her, and she felt a wash of relief that it was now over.

But he didn\'t release her. He guided her hand, closing her fingers around hot flesh. Her eyes sprang open, and she made a little cry, trying to pull back. Lupus tightened his grip on both wrists,
holding her.

She looks frightened. You\'d almost think she\'d never touched a man before. He was sorry she was distressed, but he wasn\'t about to stop. He needed this. It had been weeks since he\'d had a woman. He wouldn\'t rape her, but he intended to find release with her touch. He already knew how skilled those hands could be.

\"Be still!\" He said firmly. She quieted, except for her trembling. \"I not hurt you. You touch.\" He directed her hand to glide along his length. \"Like this.\" She shook her head. He jerked her left hand so that she half stumbled against him, and hissed, \"Slave! Do!\"

With a little hitching breath, she closed her eyes. Her fingers tightened, and she began to stroke him. When he was reasonably sure she wouldn\'t stop, he released her right hand. She hesitated a
moment. His grip on her left wrist tightened warningly, and she kept on. Lupus sighed, and gave himself over to the sensations. Gods, but it felt good.

Mozelle forced herself to keep touching him, kept her motion slow and steady. I can get through this. I can. It\'s just my hand, I can do it. It\'s not even anything personal for him. I didn\'t know a guy\'s thing could get this hard. Or be this hot. He feels like he has a fever or something.

The young man started to move his hips, pushing into her grasp. Her hand slipped, squeezing over the swollen head, and he grunted. She froze, afraid she had hurt him, and he would in turn hurt her. But he said roughly, \"Again.\" She repeated the action, and his eyes half closed. \"Yes. More. Faster.\"

Her cheeks burning with shame, she obeyed. His breathing was becoming ragged. Surely he\'d have to finish soon. When he touched her face, she was sartlartled that she cried out. \"Sh. Not hurt.\"
She felt him stroke her cheek, her throat. His fingers fluttered over her closed eyelids. \"Open. Look at me.\" Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.

He took her chin in his hand, and directed her gaze to his face. He was flushed, his expression intense. He moved his face close to hers. Don\'t kiss me. Please don\'t do that. Kissing is for when you really want to be doing it.

He didn\'t. He just pressed his forehead to hers. His breath was hot against her face, deep and fast. He stared into her eyes from such a short distance that their eyelashes almost brushed. Oh God, what are you looking for?

His fingers crawled up her chin, pushing at her lips. \"Open.\" She just stared. He prodded gently, demanding, \"Open!\" With a small sound of protest, she opened her mouthghtlghtly. He slid his finger inside, stroking her tongue. His thumb urged her jaw up, directing her to close her lips around the invading digit. \"Suck.\"

It\'s only his finger. He\'s... guy\'s really find that sort of thing sexy? I can\'t believe I... He was frowning. Remembering Rentic\'s threat, she started to suckle softly. His expession smoothed with pleasure. He slid the finger in and out between her clinging lips, pumping more quickly into the tight grip of her hand. He started talking to her, but as it was in Latin, she couldn\'t understand a
word of it. She only hoped he wasn\'t giving her instructions that she couldn\'t follow.

\\\\\"I\'ll have to send old Rentic shopping more often. You\'re a little slow on the uptake, but not bad at all. But why are you acting so frightened? You tremble like a virgin.\"\\\\

He could feel himself approaching orgasm. Her hands were wonderful, but he wanted just a bit more. Lupus moved along the edge of the pool toward deeper water, pulling the slave along. She seemed relieved that he\'d stopped her ministrations, but hung back. He jerked impatiently. He wanted to come soon, and her delay was irritating. \"Come, woman.\"

He hauled her out till the water was lapping about her shoulder, then pushed her up against the side of the pool and pressed against her. She didn\'t make a sound, but she started twisting and squirming, trying to shove him away. But Lupus was much stronger, and determined. With the bouyancey of the waterliftlifted her easily and pinned her against the wall at just the right height, and began humping against her crotch.

Her clothes were completely soaked now, clinging to her. He slid his hands up under her shirt and was surprised to find his touch bared by some sort of undergarment. He didn\'t have the patience to try to remove it, so he settled for massaging the soft mounds through the cloth. Nice enough. Shimorn had been a flat chested girl. This one was nicely fleshed.

She\'d stopped resisting. She just hung in his arms, trembling. He slowed himself. He\'d never been one to just selfishly take what he wanted from a woman, free or slave. It was so much better if they
enjoyed it, too. She was doing well, she deserved a little pleasure also.

Lupus bent his head and kissed her throat, licking upward to tickle just below her ear. She shuddered, and made a small sound in the back of her throat. Yes, that was better. He lifted her legs up around his hips, settleing himself in the cradle of her thighs, and surged against her. This would put pressure on the little pleasure bud, he knew. He\'d have to see that she got a proper tunic. Then he could have just lifted it, but with these odd trousers... He was too close to the edge to take the time to strip her now.

The mewling noises she was making weren\'t entirely distress now. Her mouth was softly trembling, her eyes hot and confused. He couldn\'t last to take her over to her own release. He came with an explosive curse, driving against her hard. The ever circulating water spun the ropy swirls of his come away, to be washed out through the drain.

He rested against her, regaining his breath, feeling the warm wash of gentler pleasure that followed the more intense ecstacy of orgasm. Her head was dropped on his shoulder, chest heaving with ragged breaths. He stroked her hair approvingly. \"Good slave.\" Not looking up, she gave a moaning sob. Poor thing. It would be cruel to leave her hanging like this. He put his hand down between her
legs.

She stiffened, head shooting up. \"Why?\"

\"You burn.\" He explained. \"Good for me. Now you.\"

He was shocked when she thrashed violently. Taken by surprise, she managed to shove him away. He slipped, taking a dunking. By the time he\'d spluttered to his feet, she\'d floundered back to the
shallow end and was crawling out. She gained her feet and started toward the door. \"Slave!\"

She froze, then turned back slowly. He studied the shivering womanrplerplexed. He\'d only been trying to help her find her own pleasure. He shook his head. Well, it was beyond him. \"Wait.\"

He waded back to the shallow end, and got out. He pointed to the towel by the pool, looking at her expectantly. After a moment, head down, she came back and picked up the towel. She dried him
competently. She was careful never to let her hands brush his bare skin, though. Then she helped him into his fresh tunic and stood, eyes downcast, waiting to be dismissed.

Lupus regarded her. Odd woman. Finally he touched her chin, directing her to look at him. \"Mozelle? No run. Understand? Next time, no run.\" He left the room.

Mozelle stumbled back into the kitchen. Malanda saw the shocked look on her face. Clucking, she made the white faced woman sit down, and gave her a glass of cool water with a pinch of nerve soothing herbs blended in. She\'d told Rentic that the girl wasn\'t ready for that. Apparantly Master Lupad bad been feeling rather frisky, and had sported with the woman. Mandala wished she knew more of Britanic. Then she could have understood the words the girl kept muttering, over and over. But what did, \"Next time\" mean?