There's always been a soldier in our family.
For the loot and the women if nothing else. Personally I enjoy soldiering, for
those reasons and for the prestige it can bring. Our family climbed to being
not only wealthy but noble on the back of service to the Caesar. I was lying in
my bath thinking about this as Asher scrubbed my back. It's one Hades of a job
bringing a bath on campaign, but the effort's worth it. Besides - it isn't MY
effort.
"Master?"
"Sorry, I was thinking. Yes, send Gaius
in."
The lad is young for an officer, all feet and
desire to please. But he's a little
soft, especially with the tribes, too eager to avoid trouble. As I told him
once,
"We're Romans and soldiers, fighting is
our professions. So never mind the talk: get on with the battle."
He's an excellent fighter so it isn't that
he's a coward. Just that the boy has odd notions at times. This time it was
dangerous. I listened to all he had to say though before I replied.
"Listen, Gaius, Caesar's orders are that
we subdue this bunch, not that we make treaties. They're to be an example to
others. Understand?
From the glower he did, he just didn't like
it. That was too bad: we're out here on the frontier to obey. The boy would
have to learn that. I sent him away with a stern warning and called Asher back.
"Dry me now. Is dinner ready?"
"Yes, Master."
I enjoyed the slow rubbing of the towel.
Asher's some kind of bastard Iceni. Probably the
daughter of a tribeswoman and a soldier.
She ended up in Rome where my father bought
her for me after a very successful campaign in Egypt. She was a gift and she's
been one of the best I ever had. She's genuinely devoted to me. I treat her far
better than previous Masters, and she lives well - even out here on campaign.
"Are there any slaves left in the
pens?"
"No, Master. Maybe after tomorrow."
I grinned. "Then you'll do nicely, won't
you?"
"Yes, Master."
She had her tunic skinned off in a second and
looked up at me expectantly. I was in a mood for straightforward fucking and
wasted no time pushing her backwards onto my bed. Her pale breasts gleamed up
at me in the candle-light. I blew out another candle. Now we were only outlines
in the dim light. My fingers sought her breasts; she moaned. Then I lowered
myself until I could take one of the large dark nipples in my mouth. I sucked
lustily as Asher began to writhe. I sucked harder, biting gently at intervals.
"Ahhhh! Oh,
Master! Ahhhoh!"
My fingers had thrust hard into her wet
pussy, probing deep so she squirmed frantically, pushing down on my hand. I
half sat, dragging her across my lap.
"Suck it." She took my cock into
her mouth and obeyed as I slapped her plump buttocks, lightly at first, then
harder. The white skin slowly turned pink. I could feel my excitement rising
but I knew better than to hurry. I stopped her, turning her over onto her back
again and teasing her nipples with tongue and teeth.
"Ahhhh, oh,
Master, that's so good." She was writhing as she moaned.
I continued to tease her a while longer
before my own desire was too great to ignore. Quickly I pushed a pillow under
her heaving buttocks, bringing my cock to the mark. Then with a swift powerful
shove I sank my cock to the hilt. Asher howled, arching and thrashing.
"Yes, oh, yes, Master. Fuck me
hard."
But I needed no invitation. I rammed home
with a will until I was close to spilling my seed. Then I halted. On the table
beside the bed Asher had placed a bowl of nuts, unshelled and each around the
size of my first thumb joint. Smiling to myself I reached out for a handful.
Asher didn't like this but she was a slave. She'd do as she was told; things
could always be unpleasant for her otherwise.
With her legs over my shoulders and her eyes
closed she was unable to see what I planned. I thrust a finger into her ass,
with it I fucked her slowly stretching the entrance a little as she groaned in
pleasure. Then I inserted a nut, and a second before she understood what I did.
"Ahh, no,
please Master. You know how I..."
"Silence." I added a third nut and
then a fourth and fifth as she squirmed slowly. She would have liked to protest
further, to resist more strongly. But experience had taught her the futility of
that, as well as the punishments I could devise. It amused me that she so
disliked this trick. Yet at the same time, despite her dislike, once it was
accomplished she would heartily enjoy the fucking that followed.
I thrust home another nut and more still. But
now her ass was filled with the rough wrinkled objects and she could take no
more. I lowered my cock to her entrance and drove my weapon home.
The sensation was exquisite. Her vulva was
narrowed greatly by the intruders. Their rough texture and bulges rubbed my
cock delightfully each time I rammed in. Under me Asher was groaning now with a
will, the delicate membranes within stimulated wildly as I fucked.
Now and again I lowered my head to suck at
her nipples. Sometimes I closed my hard hand on a soft mound so that she
writhed, howling in mingled pain and pleasure. Finally the pleasure was too
much.
"Ah, ohhhh!
Gods, that's good!" I felt the hot seed spurt from me as I drove my cock
home one final time. I rolled from the girl and grinned down. Before she could
move I spoke lazily.
"Get those nuts out and return at
once."
Her voice was bland but from long practice I
could detect the insolence. "Do I bring the nuts back with me?"
"Yes, my dear, you do."
She'd pay for that. I waited until she
returned with lagging steps. She'd seen the knowledge of her impertinence
register on my face and feared the results. I had no intention of damaging her.
But a painful lesson was due again, it seemed. Once she stood before me I
seized her hand, tipping her back onto the bed before me.
"You really should be polite to your
Master, my dear Asher. Or did you think I wouldn't notice your insolence?"
"No, Master, please, I did not mean to
anger you, please don't punish me." She saw my smile and her voice faded
into silence.
"Don't worry, I have no plans to injure
you. But you may have trouble sitting for quite some time. I'll see to it that
you're sore both within and without. It'll remind you that while I treat you
with unusual leniency, there are limits. Now, come here."
Moving swiftly I bound her hands together and
fastened the extra length of cord to the highest part of the tent pole. Then I
reached for several scarves and blindfolded her thoroughly. After a moment's thought I gagged her lightly.
She could whimper, moan or gasp, but her
louder outcry would be muffled. I would take my own pleasure first. I reached
for another handful of the nuts and as she rose on her toes in an effort to
avoid my hands, I thrust them two by two into her pussy until it was crammed to
capacity. A couple of quick tugs and the table was under her ass. I lifted her
legs and stepped between the white thighs. Then, as her whimpers grew frantic,
I rammed my cock home in her tight rear.
The nuts within her pleasured me at every
stroke so that I came in a short space of time. But the grip I had on the base
of my cock saw to it that I remained hard. I continued to thrust as Asher
squirmed and moaned for mercy.
I had no intention of providing it. While she
was absent I had alerted several of my friends amongst the officers. Now I
stepped away from her towards the door and signaled.
First through the door was Marcus, followed by Paulus and Octavius.
Behind them Claudius laced the tent flap partly shut. They had removed their
footgear so they came on silent feet. The first Asher would know would be as
they laid hands on her.
I lifted a finger to my lips. Marcus grinned
back, nodding. I kept my position, finishing Asher off with one last thrust
which made her moan and arch. I sank a finger deep into her ass then, hooking
downwards so that one by one the nuts which filled her came free. I stepped
back then, bowing to Marcus and offering a candle. He motioned me to wait with
it while he positioned himself. Then with one stroke he filled Asher's slit. He
held himself hard within her and reached for the candle. I allowed him to take it then watched as he
lit it from the other nearby. He tipped
it, allowing drops of the hot wax to fall on Asher's breasts.
One by one they landed, each drop causing her
to writhe and thrash.
After perhaps ten on each breast, he began to
thrust savagely. Her writhing and shuddering having excited him very well, he
fucked long and pleasurably, groaning his delight in her tightness and
heat.
Once he was done it was the turn of Paulus.
He too found a candle of use, by sliding it into Asher' rear so her vulva was
tightened pleasantly for his ride. My friends had her each in turn in no more
than the usual way. But then Claudius reached up to the rope which tethered
her. He slipped the knot and dragged his blindfolded and gagged captive towards
the door. I wondered what he would do but made no objections.
He pulled her towards the nearest tree, then
tossed the rope end upwards to curl over a bough. He tightened the rope until
she stood on tiptoe, then turned her about so that her back was towards him.
Stooping, he seized her by the ankles and
jerked her feet from beneath her so she swung from the rope by her hands. The
others applauded silently as he moved forward.
Throughout all this time none had spoken.
Asher would know there were several of us, but she knew not who nor how many.
The uncertainly as to this and how far her punishment might go was part of her
lesson.
Claudius wrapped her legs about his waist,
thrust home into her body, then took up a leafy switch. As he thrust slowly in
and out he handed me the switch with a gesture. I laid on a single blow. Even
through the gag Asher's shriek of surprised pain could be heard. The switch was
too light to do more than smart painfully, but with the blindfold, she had no
way of knowing when each blow would fall. I laid them on without rhythm so that she arched, bucking
and kicking as they fell.
Her white buttocks striped nicely with the
red lines of the blows and I took to making a pleasant pattern of them. Her writhings were quite frantic but in the moonlight it was
possible to see that she was in truth no more than nipped by my switch.
However, Asher has always hated to be punished. She will drive me to it then
plead desperately for forgiveness, unable to understand that discipline must be
maintained. Of recent days her insolence had been a little tiring and I was
determined that she should learn a lesson tonight she would not soon forget.
Paulus seemed keen to assist me in that. He
moved forward to take his turn, allowing the rope to lengthen again so that
Asher could kneel on hands and knees upon the grass. He knelt behind her and
without warning thrust home in her unprepared rectum. The result was a form of
Asher earthquake as she bucked, arched, thrashed, and in all ways possible
endeavoured to throw him off. However, he remained clamped over her heaving
buttocks, managing to thrust in and out even as she moaned and writhed, seeking
to eject him. One arm had passed under her belly and held her to him in a
savage grip. The other now sought out a plump breast and squeezed, kneading the
flesh in a way that brought further groans and thrashing.
I leaned forward to touch him on the
shoulder. I had no desire for Asher to be genuinely injured. He grinned up,
slackening his grip somewhat but continuing to fuck the girl strongly. He came
with a thrust and groan, then retired. The only one remaining was Octavius and I knew what would be his pleasure. I lifted
Asher backwards while my friend stretched himself on the ground. Then I lowered
her astride him. She could guess what was in store and wriggled frantically -
to no avail.
Octavius positioned her, then thrust strongly upwards into her
pussy. He held her down hard on his weapon and signaled
to me. My switch descended. From the look on his face Asher's shuddering was
transmitted in a wonderful way to the cock which filled her.
He bent her further forward to improve my
target and I laid on once more in the irregular pattern. The sight of the
squirming buttocks was too much for Marcus. With time to recuperate he was
ready again, and at once dropped to his knees behind Asher. While she howled
for mercy through the muffling cloth, he readied his cock and slid it slowly into
her rear. Now he and Octavius heaved in turn,
groaning their pleasure in the tightness that enveloped them, and the
delightful sensation as two cocks rubbed slowly past each other.