Chapter 1

 

Mab was a beautiful girl and the apple of her father's eye. He was the chief over a large area of Celtic Britain and had felt repressed by Roman rule in the Second Century after Christ. His rebellion was short-lived, however, and he was executed and his daughter taken as slave as a warning to other rebels.

Mab was just nineteen. She was blonde, unusual for the usually dark Celtic tribes and quite lovely. Her skin was olive, her eyes blue and they shone with an intensity matched only by her love for her beloved father. She had been made to watch, along with her mother, as Gretorex had been executed by impalement, a particularly horrible way of dying.

They had stripped the tall warrior naked, then four soldiers had dragged him up onto the scaffold and forced him up and over the sharpened stake. After ensuring the stake had penetrated his anus, they had had climbed down off it and removed the scaffold from around the stake. He was suspended on it, up high above the surrounding Roman soldiers and his own tribesmen. With his hands tied behind his back, he had only his feet with which to prevent the slow but inexorable slide down the stake as it entered his rectum and pierced his inner organs, slowly and very painfully taking away his life.

Mab had then been chained, with a number of other girls and some of her father's warriors, and taken on board a galley bound for Rome. The men had been used as galley slaves during the voyage, the females taken down to watch as they were whipped into hauling on the huge oars, relieving the older galley-slaves as they became too exhausted to be of any use.

Once at Ostia, Rome's seaport, all the slaves were unloaded, chained by the neck and forced to walk to Rome. It was the height of summer and the road was very hot and dusty. Once in Rome, however, things went from bad to worse. They were herded under the whip to the public slave barracks where they would be housed until it came time for their public sale.

Mab kept her dignity throughout all of this. She smiled encouragement at her sisters-in-woe and was always there at their side when it became too much for them. She laughed with the male slaves (during their transport at least) but never lost the calm aplomb she had always displayed as the daughter of the great chief Gretorex.

She didn't like the way they had been so coarsely handled by the soldiers and now the guards at the barracks but she bent with the wind, always knowing just how far she could resist the vulgar guards who were always groping inside their rough clothes for a feel of their breasts - or worse. Fortunately, it didn't go further than that, at least not until they were displayed for sale ... And then, she discovered just how horrible these Romans really were.

"All slaves will strip," shouted the head guard, leering horribly at the hundreds of young girls in his charge. Most were like Mab, from the country or even another part of the world and had no conception of the city's ways. And in this licentious period, although total nudity in public was rare, it wasn't unknown and for the display of slaves for sale, it was almost mandatory.

But they didn't know this and now to have to take off their rough dresses and other clothing while these coarse guards watched, was too much, surely ...?

"Crack!," went the whip around the body of one of the girls who had set her face in defiance and folded her arms across her breasts. No way was she going to strip for these men, she thought - until the lash curled around her body and had her screaming in pain. She quickly changed her mind and started to remove the thick garment but there were others who also refused and they copped a similar stroke of the whip around their backs.

Mab watched all this with concern for her fellow slavegirls and shame for herself, but she was both sensible and intelligent. These horrible men would win in the end, no matter what they did. Defiance was all very well if it got you somewhere. If it didn't, it was worse than useless as it marked you as a rebel and earned you pain - a great deal of pain - as those four girls were now showing.

And so, while she had hesitated at first, she had quickly joined the girls who were stripping off the mostly single garment to reveal their bodies in the nude. She marvelled at their beauty. They were all young and nubile. Rome wasn't interested in old hags, at least not in these barracks. They were tall and short and of all racial types from jet black to the purest white, but all were magnificent examples of the best in female slave flesh.

The Roman Empire encompassed most of the known world and this meant the top half of Africa as well as the rest of the Mediterranean basin. Nubian slaves were much sought after for their muscularity and strength just as the northern barbarians were for their blonde hair and fair skin.

They were now herded, like cattle, into the display area and here were placed under a low gallery where they were made to raise their arms to have their wrists slipped into manacles. They could keep their feet on the ground but their bodies were now on full display for the hundreds of men who would soon pour into the barracks to inspect the slaves on offer this day.

These inspections were utterly horrible. The gallery went right round all four sides of the room and, as the men came in to look over the slaves, male and female, all stark naked, they walked around the four sides, moving in to inspect at closer quarters a slave who caught their fancy.

Now these men began pawing at the bodies of the slaves, cupping a breast, testing a muscle, stroking the fine skin of a girl or rousing a male to full erection. The girls' sex was also tested.

Not a single one of the men who examined her ignored Mab's delightful sex organs. Most left it till last, after using the palms of their hands to cup her full but not too heavy breasts, noting how the nipples hardened at their touch and how she squirmed deliciously against the rope holding her hands aloft. Their hands then stroked up over her muscular shoulders to her vertical arms, then down over her back, around her belly, noting the hard muscles there, then further down over the powerful thighs, smiling as they imagined her forced to pleasure them in their bed.

But then their fingers probed into her sex, seeking out the little bud of flesh that revealed just how alive and vibrant she was to stimulation. She squealed and her body quivered as her clit was excited to the point of orgasm. And all around her, the girls on either side of her were being similarly aroused, just as the males on the other side of the room were being excited to the point of ejaculation.

Mab stared down at the men who crowded around her, wondering how they could be so lewd and so cruel to other people. Her people had slaves, yes, but they weren't treated like this. They were never stripped naked and fondled like sluts. Of course a chief or other male who owned girls might take them to his bed, but it was always done discreetly and he respected her as a woman. Here, they were not men and women. They were being treated as animals. No, worse than animals for no buyer of an animal would investigate its sex parts as these men were here.

She twisted and writhed as this new man delved into her vagina, leering at her horribly as his other hand mauled at her breast and then moved around behind her to push into her anus. By the gods, she thought, not there, too?

But yes. The anus of a lovely girl slave was used by these depraved Romans every bit as much as her frontal orifice, often more so as not only was it tighter, but it also shamed and humiliated the girl to be used in this way and, to many slave owners, this was a definite plus.

All morning the shame went on as more and more men entered the large room to look over the latest crop of slaves, but then, at noon, the auctioneer entered and his man called for silence, announcing that the slaves would now be sold to the highest bidder.

He started at the top corner of the room and moved slowly down the line of slaves on that side, his men moving his podium to each girl in turn whereupon he mounted it, pointed out her charms as well as her origins and then offered her for sale.

When he got to Mab, he mounted the step and consulted his list. "Ah yes. The slave Mab, daughter of the rebel chief Gretorex of Britain.

"Just look at her gentlemen! What a beauty! Tall, unusually so for a Briton and fair, also unusual in these usually dark people. But just look at her body. She was a fighter like her father and it shows in her fine muscles, does it not? Her breasts are good, though ... she will make a good dam for a brood of little slaves in time. Note the flat belly and the slim waist ... and just look at these fine thighs ... Oh yes, she will make an excellent slave for some deserving Roman.

"Now gentlemen, what am I bid for the slave Mab?"

He was bid a lot. She was by far the best female slave on offer there and everyone wanted her body. The bids came thick and fast as she hung there on the end of that short rope under the low gallery, her face burning with shame that she, the daughter of one of Britain's greatest chiefs, should be brought down to this - to be sold at auction to one of these disgusting Romans.

In the end, she was sold to a man at the back of the crowd. The auctioneer grinned sourly as he knocked her down. "Sold to Flavius, major-domo to Marcus Severus." He gave her a look of pity but then moved on to the next girl. They left each girl (and then after the females were all sold, the males), in their places until the last had been sold and then each buyer could come up with one of the clerks and claim his purchase.

She was cut down and allowed to don the rough tunic and then, as Flavius watched, his slave knotted a rope around her slender neck and led her out of the barracks to the city gates where she was ordered up into the back of a cart and transported to the estate of the fabulously rich Marcus Severus.

She knew nothing of him, which was probably just as well for if she had, she would have been crying piteously now. Marcus was possibly one of the worst slave-holders in his era. He delighted in female slaves and had a large stable of them. All of them young and beautiful and all superb physical specimens. The only male slaves he kept were for purposes of guarding the females and to get them with child, for he delighted in forcing them to bear children which he then reared and sold off at a huge profit, for the slaveboys and girls he raised were prime specimens.

But she knew nothing of this. She presumed she was going to be a domestic slave of some sort but the details were unclear and Flavius made no attempt to enlighten her. She would discover her fate soon enough. In the meantime, let her stew as she sat there in the back of the cart.

It took all the afternoon and half the night to reach Marcus' huge estate. It was the biggest in the district and boasted an enormous household. He was at this time just thirty-four years old and in the prime of his life. He was a superb physical specimen himself and demanded that all around him keep their bodies in the same state. Any sign of fat met with rage from him and resulted in a regimen of dreadful toil and almost no food until the miscreant's body was once more in perfect condition. This applied equally to his paid servants as to his slaves.

He had never married, scorning the institution since he had hundreds of perfect slavegirls whom he could use as and when he wished. He wished often but the girls went in daily fear they might be chosen this night for he was cruel almost beyond belief, delighting in their screams and shrieks as he applied more and more pain to their lovely bodies. Another girl knelt between his thighs, sucking on his huge tool as he tortured the first girl but if she didn't perform exactly as he wished, she too might end up being branded or worse for her dereliction.

Mab was taken straight to the female slave dormitory, a complex of three long rooms, each with wooden sleeping benches down both sides on which each girl was allotted two feet of space. Each room was a hundred feet long and thus had room for a hundred girls. The benches were six feet wide and there was a corridor between them three feet wide, making each room fifteen feet wide.

Mab stared in horror at the scene as she was led into Room 3. Around eighty girls, all packed in, almost as close as sardines in a can, were lying on their backs on the hard wooden benches. They were not covered nor was there any pillow but it wasn't this that so horrified Mab ...

Each girl was naked. Stark naked. Not one had even a rag on her body and as she stared more closely at the nearer girls, she was appalled to see they were also hairless, at least on their bodies. Their sex was as naked as the rest of their bodies, the vaginas each gaping open for all to see.

They dragged her down the central aisle and ordered her into a place at the end of the right hand bench and once there, her left ankle was fitted into the manacle that she now saw locked each and every one of the other girls to the bed. She was stunned and horrified. What had she come to, she wondered. She also wondered that she alone, of all the other girls in the room, was permitted to keep her tunic but she was tired and she soon fell asleep, wondering at the nature of the man who kept slavegirls in such terrible conditions.

 

The next morning they were aroused before dawn and released from their chains and then, one side at a time, marched out to be washed. This was achieved by them passing through a pool that had sloping ramps at each end. As they walked down into the icy water, they had to wash their bodies as best they could, using their hands while the overseers, male slaves who were also naked, watched them carefully, whips at the ready to lash at any sign of rebellion. Behind them in turn stood the paid servants, also armed with whips.

Mab was ordered to remove her tunic for her bath and allowed to resume it afterwards. They then ate and performed their necessary bodily functions, again in full sight of the male slaves and overseers, squatting down over a trench in the dirt while the males grinned at their shame. It was now just on dawn and the nearly three hundred girls were now allocated work duty.

Not yet fully understanding the Latin, Mab didn't really know what was being said in any detail and if she had, she would have been mystified at the work allocations: ploughs, harrows, irrigation duty ... It would have meant nothing to her. It was also just as well she didn't accompany them to these work details for she would have been doubly appalled.

As it was, she was taken down to the big house, there to await the pleasure of her new master, Marcus Severus, trader, one of Rome's richest men - and certainly one of its most depraved.

She stood in the ante-room to the kitchen, watching as the cooks, slaves themselves and all as naked as the girls outside, went about the business of preparing food for the master and his guests as well as the household slaves. Not that they ate the same food as their master, of course. He dined sumptuously (even if he himself ate sparingly, ever conscious of his body and its health); the slaves as well but of a much coarser food, as did the slaves outside.

The kitchen staff was about half and half male and female, the males being in charge and the girls their assistants. Each was stark naked and each was as naked of hair on their bodies as were the girls outside. Mab wondered why (and how) they had been depilated for it seemed to make their nakedness so much more obscene. If only she had known - that was exactly why their master had ordered it. Besides, he liked to see their sexual organs fully exposed ... but that was secondary to the first reason. Shaming and humiliating his slaves and especially the female ones was his delight, at least after making more and more money, anyway ...

He kept her waiting for four hours. He knew of course that Flavius had bought him a new prize to add to his collection of top slavegirls. He even knew who and what she had been. Of course now she was merely the slave Mab. Nothing more; nor would she ever be again. He didn't free his slaves. Not ever. No matter how good they were, he kept them until he tired of them and then sold them on, usually at a profit for Marcus' slavegirls were renowned for their beauty, their athleticism and for their prowess as sex-slaves.

They ought to be good too. They were trained under the lash and the cane to perform to the best of their ability. None dared to defy Marcus for long. His cruelties were legendary and so was his delight in them.

She had to stand there, not moving, her hands beside her, the one shapeless garment hiding her body from the passers-by but each of them well aware that under it, she was probably very shapely for Marcus didn't buy girls unless they were.

Finally, Flavius came for her and gruffly ordered her to accompany him to their master.

Marcus was in the room we would today call his office. Here he dictated to his secretaries, all male slaves and all naked, each being superbly athletic in the manner demanded by their master. Here he interviewed clients and dispensed what charity he thought might stand him in good stead - for nothing he ever did had any other purpose than to make him more money or gratify his own pleasure.

Flavius was clothed of course as he was a servant and not a slave but Marcus lay back on his seat as naked as each of his slaves. Mab stared at him in awe. He was a very handsome man. Tall and lean but beautifully muscled, his dark hair thick and curly, his skin smooth and clear and his muscles just about perfectly toned. His cock was long and thick and was, as usual, at about half erection as he surveyed the beautiful naked bodies of his male slaves. He was as naked of hair at his groin and on his body as they were for he thought his perfectly smooth body looked much better that way.

He was a decidedly vain man and demanded that all his attendants, whether they be free or slave, fawned on him, expressing their admiration for his body and his good looks at every opportunity.

"Lord, may I present Mab, the new slavegirl?"

"Bring her forward, Flavius ..."

The major-domo urged the tall blonde beauty forward to stand in front of the naked reclining Roman who stared up at her dispassionately, his face quite neutral and not in any way revealing his interest in her.

He was interested. Very much so. She was obviously beautiful and she was a blonde, not exactly a rarity but uncommon enough to make them objects of desire. He also thought she might have a very pleasing body but he would wait a few moments to see it. First he would abase her in other ways.

"Kneel, slut-slave," he ordered.

She looked at him carefully, sizing up this naked man who seemed to emanate raw power and authority. She also glanced at another man who had come up beside her, on the other side from Flavius. This one was black and he was really huge. Not fat and not overly muscled; he was very tall at well over six feet and his body was certainly very muscular but not grossly so.

He was obviously a slave as he was naked and his groin as nude as everyone else in this strange palace. In his hand was a whip and its purpose was not lost on the very intelligent girl. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head. Marcus was pleased. She showed promise, this British princess. "And now you may suck," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as his finger pointed to his semi-erect penis.