The General's Virgin Slave (6 page)

Again he felt a jolt of gratification.
"As am I, woman, so you will find."

"If you beat your chest any harder you
might bruise."

"I have only the best. Of everything."
He let the fingers of his hand caress her shining hair, as gently
as he could.

She swallowed, her long, coppery
lashes lowered, her cheeks flushing deeper. "All those women that
live here in the villa...they are your bed slaves?"

"Yes."

"But there are so many. Don't you
think it's kind of greedy?" There was an arch tone to her voice.
"How can you possibly keep all those women happy?"

"The more the merrier. I have a
magnificent cock and it requires regular exercise."

She coughed and then wheezed, her eyes
watering, "You have never kept one special girl then?"

"Why should I? It would be wrong to
keep all my splendor for one woman alone. I bestow my generosity on
many."

Now she made an odd noise, her lips
trembling, her eyes squinting with tears.

"Weep not, Axa. You too will know the
pleasure of being in my bed." It was an event for which he grew
impatient.

"I'm sure they fight over you," she
muttered, flashing him a strange glance.

"They might, but I have a strict rule.
The women in my house never carry a weapon. Never. It is asking for
trouble to let a woman be armed."

"Yes, I can see that might be a
problem for you if they ever had access to weapons."

Ah, she was concerned for his safety
it seemed.

How tender she seemed and yet she
showed bravery too, speaking as she did to him. She was softness
and spikes, sweetness and spice.

Reaching over, he slowly ran the
callused pad of his thumb across her lips. "Now open your mouth
wider, Axa." He parted his thighs and wrapped her chain around his
fist, dragging her closer. "You have aroused me until my cock
hurts, but I do not want to break your maidenhead yet. That I will
savor a while longer. So tonight you will drink my seed down to
relieve me of the ache you started."

She stared at his phallus as he pulled
her face up closer between his spread thighs, her eyes huge and
round.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Not yet," he replied. "Fuck later.
Tonight you suck while I explain all your duties." He grabbed his
cock by the root and angled it toward her tense mouth, tapping the
wet crest on her pouty lips. "Open wide, Axa. And do not think to
bite me with those fine teeth of yours, for Flavian stands ready
with the flagellum. One sign from me and he will whip your arse
until you cannot sit for a week."

Soon he would not need to threaten her
with this punishment. Not once she began to enjoy his attention and
realized what an honor he bestowed upon her body.

The woman closed her eyes and opened
her mouth. He shifted to the edge of his couch and grunted, excited
as she took his thick, throbbing penis between her soft pink lips.
With his right fist wrapped in her chain, the fingers of his other
hand spread upon her autumnal locks, he demonstrated the slower
speed he wanted, because he feared spending too quickly down her
silky throat and she was already sucking with energy. She had
better not be trying to get it over with, he thought dourly. Of
course, she couldn't yet know that he was a master at
self-control.

He looked at Flavian who seemed
fidgety. "What is it?"

"General, the Governor Damianus has
come to visit. He waits now in the atrium."

"Ah." Gaius Damianus had arrived in
Aquae Sulis a few months ago and liked to turn up uninvited, as if
to check on the habits of his general. It was best not to leave him
waiting. Sadly, he was also one of the most boring men in the
Empire and liked to talk politics into the small hours.

"Bring him in. And then bring the
prima mensa." Marcus was hungry and wanted his next course. Gaius
Damianus would have to dine with him at his pace, politics or
not.

When he felt the slave pause her
sucking, he stroked her hair. "No need to stop, Axa. I shall show
you off to my superior, eh?" Very proud of his beautiful, virgin
slave, he looked forward to the expression on the other man's face
when he saw her fine body.

The governor, who always
boasted of his own fine stable of female slaves, would turn moldy
with envy when he laid eyes upon
his
new prize.

He muttered to the slave-master a
quick instruction before he brought the other man in, and Flavian
obeyed with his usual efficiency. Axa was repositioned with her
bottom raised and her knees apart, thereby ready to give the dinner
guest a pleasant eyeful while he sat on the opposite
couch.

A silk-covered bolster was placed
between the slave girl's knees so that she would not close
them.

Marcus felt the slight vibrations of a
protest, until he thrust his cock deeper into her throat, choking
her into silence.

Chapter
Three

The mosaic tile murdered her knees,
but she was not about to let that old man whip her arse, so she
kept going. Somehow she had to get through this. Surely it couldn't
last forever. She might open her eyes any minute and be back in the
present.

Amanda had decided this was either a
dream or she was in a coma. Those were the two most possible
scenarios. In which case, whatever she did here was really only
happening in her head. This could be her chance to experience
things she never would in real life. Some of those naughty
fantasies she'd always told herself she shouldn't
nurture.

No one she knew was here to see her
misbehaving, right? Wouldn't it be a mistake to miss this
opportunity?

And Marcus Cassius had the most
enormous organ she'd ever seen. He could kill her with that thing
if she didn't get on his good side.

But then, would she really die? Would
fucking him be like falling off a cliff in a dream and hitting the
ground?

She tasted pre-cum, but the general
still held back. What was he waiting for— Christmas? Nah, they
didn't have that yet, did they?

Behind her, she knew another man— one
she had not yet seen—enjoyed a full, unrestricted view of her waxed
private parts while she sucked the general's cock. The two Romans
casually discussed politics and military matters while she was on
her knees between them, performing oral sex, with her arse in the
air. It was surreal.

This, Amanda Adams, has to
be your worst fantasy yet. Where do you get these ideas?

When the governor was announced, she'd
sensed a change in Marcus Cassius. It was as if he put a shield
down and took on another demeanor. Until then she'd been making the
most of her moment with him, getting to know more about this man,
trying to make sense of what had happened to her. He was so real,
so full of vitality, even when seated. She could almost hear his
body thrumming with energy. Despite his size, she couldn't help
noticing the boyish way he tried to impress her. It was— god help
her— endearing. Why would he bother if he could make her bend to
his will because she was a slave? From the confused look in his
dark eyes, he didn't know either.

But now their conversation was spoiled
and her chance to explore brought to a sharp end by the arrival of
the other man.

Now Marcus changed and pretended
barely to notice her presence.

The unseen man said, "That's a new
slave, is it not, General? I don't think I've seen a redhead here
before. What an extraordinary color hair she has."

Thanks, it's L'Oreal
Preference. Six pounds ninety-nine from Boots. If I still had my
pubes you'd see my real shade of mousy brown.

"Indeed." Marcus ran his hand through
her hair, kneading her scalp with his rough fingertips.

"And her labia is so delicate," the
other man added. "Her mons most alluring. Puts me in the mood for a
succulent peach."

She felt the general's hips shift,
heard his breath shorten, and knew he was even further aroused by
the other man's appreciation.

"Good thighs too and very pleasantly
rounded buttocks. She's quite a ride, I'm sure. I should like to
see her bouncing on a firm rod."

Oh yes, her master liked hearing the
other man's envy. If she wasn't mistaken his cock just thickened
another half inch.

"Such a sweet, dainty cunt. A dish
full of rich cream no doubt." Now she jumped as she felt fingers
between her legs, exploring. The dry pads of his fingertips swept
over her smooth vulva. "How was the pubic hair removed? Plucked
out, or pulled out with wax and sugar, as the Egyptian whores do
it?"

Her master's bulging knob nudged the
back of her throat and spilled a little cream of its own. She felt
it, sticky and warm, trickling down.

Her
master
. Uh oh. Her thoughts had slipped
into calling him that too easily. But oddly enough, she'd quite
enjoyed sucking him off. She hadn't expected to. The last and only
time she gave anyone a blowjob it was in a car pack after a school
dance in year ten when someone slipped vodka in her diet coke. It
did not leave her with a good impression of the act. This man's
penis was different, though. It was solid, hard as marble, yet
pulsing with vigor and potency. Sucking on it, playing her tongue
carefully over the swollen crest, stroking his balls with her
fingernails, made her feel powerful too. Intoxicated even. The way
his shaft twitched against her tongue and he let her have a little
taste of spunk — just a little at a time— seemed deliberate, well
controlled. Perhaps there was an art to both sides of a good
blowjob.

It wouldn't be long now before he
finished. Thank god, because her knees were on fire.

"If you don't mind, Marcus, I'll try
her out." Those heavy, trembling hands belonging to the dinner
guest now spread over her arse cheeks. "It won't take long for I
haven't fucked today and I'm primed after looking at this one's
dewy cunt. I think it's a pretty pie that needs filling with some
good Roman meat."

"No," the answer came in a taut voice,
shouted over her head.

The other man's hands remained on her
cheeks, his fingers biting into her flesh. "You won't
share?"

Now Marcus managed a short laugh. He
came in a rush, his sperm spurting thickly into Amanda's throat as
she struggled to swallow it all. Panting, he managed a shaky
explanation, "I'm saving her virginity for now."

"Virginity?" the other man exclaimed
in surprise. "A virgin? No, surely not!"

Good grief, were they so
rare in first century Britain
, she
mused.

"A virgin." Marcus lifted Amanda to
his lap, away from the other man's clutches and gave her his cup of
wine again. "My virgin pet." He was breathing hard, the sexually
aroused heat of his body a fine mist that dampened his skin and now
hers too as she perched upon his thigh. When he laid one hand on
her waist her heartbeat became calmer. How huge he was, she thought
again, overwhelmed by it, astonished by the throbbing need suddenly
to feel him inside her.

Amanda Adams was not the sort of girl
to be any man's plaything.

Ah, but she was Axa now, right? That
gave her license to do things with and for Marcus Cassius that
would appall and outrage Ms. Amanda Adams.

Glancing cautiously over the rim of
the cup, she looked at his dinner guest— an older fellow, handsome
with graying temples and clear silver eyes in a tanned face. "I am
your superior, General," he said coolly. "You should share your
slave as I wish it. And I should have first blood of the
virgin."

But her master was equally firm, his
voice steady now. "She is pristine and I mean to keep her that way.
For a while at least." She wondered if he now regretted showing her
off. Turning his head he whispered in her ear, "Go suck the cock of
my friend the governor, Axa. Placate him. Do it well as you did me.
Make sure he is pleased. Do this and I will reward you."

Oh, blimey. She wished she didn't
understand his language so well now, then she'd have an excuse to
delay.

The other man hitched to the edge of
his couch and readied his phallus in one hand. "Come, slave," he
exclaimed briskly.

She looked at Marcus. He nodded, his
eyes guarded, his jaw tight. His expression was encouragement, but
also a warning. If she did not do this for the other man it could
be trouble for them both. And far worse for her.

Flavian had just entered
with the mensa secunda— a tray of sweet pastry and fruit. But
apparently cock was to be Axa's main course
and
her dessert this evening. Oh
well, better get it over with. Again she reminded herself that this
was all in her mind. Marcus wasn't real. Gaius wasn't real. They
were constructs of her sexually deviant, horny, over-educated,
little mind. Frustrated with her failure to gain real experience,
she must have created these men with whom to try things
out.

Yes, that must be it.

The governor forced her down by the
shoulders and thrust his cock at her face. It too was long, but not
as thick. His balls were hard, dark, very warm and smelled of sweat
when he pushed her face into them. Spreading his thighs wider, he
pulled her head back by the hair. "Such a pretty slave girl," he
muttered. "Her looks are most unique. Her features noble, her eyes
clear and almost too clever. She needs some of that spirit beaten
and starved out of her, or you will never be able to fully trust
this girl."