Chapter One

 

The moment Tibullus saw Drusilla and Luxor, he knew he had to have them. He had dreamed of girls who looked like this.

He had stood there and stood there, half the day, in the auction of slave girls beneath the city walls of St Albans. Earlier in the afternoon it was packed, with people yelling bids and counter-bids, while the girls stood obediently, awaiting their new masters. They were mostly of non-local descent, plump dark girls from the East, for which there was currently a fashion amongst the slave-owning classes, according to the conversation around Tibullus. But Tibullus didn't think much of them at all, and even averted his eyes when they were naked. Several times he'd nearly left in disgust, concluding there was nothing worth buying here. He had only stayed as long as he did because he had travelled more than ten miles to attend.

But there weren't many people by the time Drusilla and Luxor were brought out from a trader's caravan and paraded on the platform. They were the last to be sold.

"Two beautiful girls!" the auctioneer bawled. "This is your last chance gentlemen, all the others have gone! Your very last chance young man!" The last remark he made directly to Tibullus, whose expression he couldn't miss. These girls were his every dream come true: slender and light-skinned, medium height, with oval faces, long shining hair and wonderful firmness in their limbs. Their faces and their skins looked as smooth as the finest materials in the most expensive villa. They stood facing the audience, clad only in thin white robes which reached to their knees, tied with a cord at the waist. Their breasts could be clearly seen through the material - and further down he saw the triangles which were the centres of their femininity, just visible. Tibullus gasped with desire.

"These two beauties are known as Drusilla and Luxor," the auctioneer announced. "They are guaranteed to be virgins gentlemen, you have my word for it, they are definitely virgins. Two beautiful girls at their freshest time of life! Just look at this!" He nodded at the girls and at the trader who was selling them. "Right girls, let's look!"

The girls untied their robes in graceful simultaneous gestures, well rehearsed for this moment. They handed them to the trader and stood naked, facing the audience.

A pause, while Tibullus gazed. Their crucial mounds were lightly haired, just enough to offset the smoothness elsewhere. The trader clapped his hands. The girls leaned forward, jutting their breasts towards Tibullus, firm breasts exactly full enough. They moved their upper halves side to side then up and down. Another clap of the trader's hands. They straightened, raised their arms above their heads and stretched back, pushing out those crucial mounds towards the audience. Tibullus gazed, gazed and gazed again, at their swelling mounds, the light hair... and the start of the slit between their legs.

The trader clapped his hands again. The girls straightened, stood, and turned. Tibullus now took in their full rear view, their smooth backs and firm bottoms, the arch inward then outward of their bodies. They raised their arms above their heads, and bent over till their fingers touched the boards, wiggling their bottoms from side to side.

Tibullus thought he was going to faint. A furious erection had come on beneath his clothes, and he thanked the gods he had dressed heavily for the trip to the city, and wasn't just wearing a thin tunic. Through a daze he heard the trader clap again.

The girls went onto their knees, backs to the audience. They first knelt up, then down on all fours, down further till their faces were on the floor. Their bottoms pointed up and outwards, the cheeks round, firm and apart, the view straight into rear crevices which were smooth and unbroken other than the pink little hole and the larger slit beneath. They waited for the next clap from the auctioneer, then turned onto their sides holding one leg high in the air. Then onto their backs, raised their legs and parted them, wide as could possibly be. The slits between their legs now dominated the sight, the hair above, their bottoms below, an invitation so compelling that refusal was unimaginable.

The auctioneer applauded, encouraging the sparse audience to do the same. Tibullus joined in after a moment. The girls got back on their feet. Their faces had been expressionless so far, but now they stood with bright smiles, facing the front and raising their arms to show they were receiving applause.

"Who'll start the bidding?" the auctioneer cried. "How about you young man?"

"Five hundred denarii!" Tibullus shouted. He knew it was bad tactics to respond so promptly and with such enthusiasm, but he couldn't help it.

"I'm bid five hundred." The auctioneer went into his routine. "Who'll make it six hundred?"

Tibullus was lucky that most people had left, for surely he'd never have got the girls at a price he could afford otherwise. His father had given him nine hundred denarii when he left the villa this morning, but that had to cover feeding himself and the two male slaves he'd brought with him, and any other expenses he incurred, as well as the price of a major purchase. Tibullus might have asked his father for more, and wanted to do so, and his father might have agreed - but the whole thing was so embarrassing, he could hardly look his father in the eye as it was. With part of his mind he knew he was making a fuss about nothing. His father had started the whole thing, after all. He'd told Tibullus he was now old enough to have a slave girl to do those things with that a young man of eighteen was expected to do, and suggested the expedition to St Albans next time an auction was due which specialised in girls. "You might even be able to get two girls," he'd said. "It's up to you to bid cunningly. It'll be good training - develop your bargaining skills." His father was matter-of-fact about the matter, but other members of the household were sniggery. His mother particularly, and surprisingly, kept making remarks which made him blush, remarks like, "You'll avoid straining your wrist now! Not to mention staining the carpet in your room, ha ha!" The slaves in the household hadn't said anything except about factual arrangements for the day, but the way they'd not said anything only seemed to emphasise that they must be making dirty jokes at his expense in the slave quarters.

So here he was, and he could hardly believe that what he was now looking at was available to him. Had they deliberately been left to last to make them the climax of the sale? If so it hadn't worked. The trader agreed with Tibullus's estimation, to judge from the annoyance on his face as he surveyed the thin audience, and his evident discontent during the bidding which followed.

Tibullus got them for eight hundred denarii, an incredible bargain. There was hardly any competition. The auctioneer had to wheedle to get anyone else at all to bid after Tibullus, astonishingly. After a pause a swarthy man shouted "Six-fifty!" which briefly worried Tibullus that he had a rival to beat, but then only "Seven-fifty" when Tibullus bid seven hundred. Tibullus prepared to bid to the very limit of his money. Maybe he'd have reacted to any rival in the same way, but this man surely looked as if he had foul desires and would mistreat the girls. Tibullus couldn't allow that. Anyway he wanted them himself. He would treat them with gentleness and love, and they would love him in return, and do the things with him not because of orders, but because they wanted to.

He had to have them. He feared again he wouldn't manage it, but at eight hundred denarii the swarthy man shrugged, there was a tense pause, the trader scowled, and then the auctioneer told Tibullus the girls were his.

He fumbled with the bag of coins as he handed it towards the trader, avoiding looking him in the eye. "To me young man," the auctioneer's voice said.

"Sorry," Tibullus mumbled. He should have realised the auctioneer would want it that way: taking his cut, then handing the money to the trader. He fumbled again as he removed a hundred denarii, dropped the bag on the ground, stooped and picked it up. He told himself not to be silly - he was only the last of many who'd been here for the same purpose. But he still didn't look anyone in the face until he realised that the girls were now standing in front of him.

"Well now, er," he heard himself say. "Drusilla and Luxor isn't it? Which of you is which?" They were dressed again, this time in full outer garments. Each had a small box of belongings with her.

"I'm Drusilla, Master," one girl replied.

"And I'm Luxor," the other said.

"Ah. Right then." Luxor was slightly the taller, darker, and more slender, while Drusilla had the prettiest face. But the differences weren't great. Both looked lovely.

"Well now girls, you're going into a good household, one of the best in all of Britain. You'll be well-treated if you, er, obey orders and are well-behaved." He was looking for the right tone to take. He wanted to be a good Master, benevolent and liked, indeed loved, but also knew that you must always let slaves know who the master is straight away. The mutual love bit could come later.

They looked back at him impassively.

"My father has been the district governor of a region to the north of here," Tibullus said. "We have a large villa in a place called Whipsnade, which is a splendid location on the top of a range of hills. There will be many people in service there." He paused. Why was he stopping to deliver a lecture about the villa at the moment? "But you two will belong to me, and to no one else, you understand?"

"Yes Master." There was no other reaction.

He turned to the two male slaves who accompanied him. "Let's go," he said. "We can be back by nightfall."

The older of the two shook his head slowly. "That'll be difficult sir," he said in his peasant style. "It's late by the sundial and the days are drawing in." They were obviously hoping to rest for the night in St Albans.

"We'll manage it if we start straight away."

"It'll be touch and go young Master. If we have to speak to travellers on the road, you know how it is..."

"No no no! We can make it if we don't stop to argue. Come along!" Tibullus wanted to get the girls back to his bedroom as quickly as he could. He couldn't bear the thought of waiting till tomorrow.

They put the few things Drusilla and Luxor had with them into their covered wagon, and within two minutes they set off. The two male slaves sat in the front, controlling the horses, separated from the three people in the back by wooden slats. They had a ride of at least two hours facing them.

After a few minutes Tibullus said, "That was very athletic of you both, when you appeared on the stage. I mean the way you knelt down then turned over."

"Yes Master." They sat demurely, a few feet away.

"You put in a lot of practice for that, did you?"

"Yes Master."

More silence. The memory of how they'd displayed themselves was giving Tibullus another tremendous erection. He tried to fight it down by thinking about the lessons in administration his father was giving him, training him to be a district governor in his turn.

He stared out of the side of the wagon as they trotted north along Watling Street. It seemed more difficult than ever to think of what to say to the girls. His nervousness seemed only to have grown. If Tibullus had been more mature it might have occurred to him that they were nervous too. But as it was he was at a loss.

Eventually he resumed, "How did you manage to get it so exact, I mean turning over at the same moment and so on?"

Drusilla said, "The trader made us practice till we got it right, Master."

"It was absolutely brilliant." They didn't react to that.

"Did the trader hope you'd be the stars of the show?"

"He didn't say, Master."

Silence again. His erection was harder than ever. Stop being ridiculous, he thought. I've bought them, they're mine for whatever I want to do. I can at least touch them can't I, before we get home? There's only two slaves riding in the front, it's not like doing things in front of freemen.

He swallowed and said, "Take your clothes off if you please."

They undressed crouched over in the swaying wagon. They still weren't wearing a lot of clothes, and were quickly naked.

"Kneel down please, and do the same as you did when you were being sold."

They knelt with their backs to him, went down on all fours, put their heads on the floor and pushed out their bottoms. "Hold still like that for the moment," Tibullus instructed.

He stared at them and took a breath. For a good five years, ever since he'd become sexually aware, he'd been waiting for this moment. He reached out.

He put a hand on each of their bottoms and explored the shape and texture for many seconds, noticing the intensity of feeling it aroused in him, as if answering a call within him which had waited there for aeons. At first he avoided their partings between their cheeks, feeling instinctively that to go there would be dirty, though he'd already noticed how shining clean these two looked. But he felt the whole shape of their bottoms and the sides of the cheeks going inwards, felt and felt, devouring the sensation of what he felt. He went on and on. Eventually he put one hand further down, urging it between Drusilla's legs which she parted obligingly, and his fingers reached her slit. He raised his other hand, put it round Luxor's upper half and fondled her breasts. He fondled and fondled until he felt there was a danger of his stuff shooting from him inside his clothes.

"Just a minute," he said, his voice sounding strange to him. "I'll get these things off." He stumbled up and pulled at his clothes. "Relax for a moment," he added.

He undressed as quickly as he could, glancing at the two male slaves at the front. They sat unheeding with their backs to him, as if unaware of what was happening.

Drusilla and Luxor were now sitting on the floor, resting on their flanks. He nearly blushed with his cocky (as he called it) exposed, hard and pointing at them, quivering. But they simply looked at him, waiting for his next instructions.

Drawing on bedtime fantasies he said,

"Drusilla, lie down on your front, face down please. And Luxor, please sit up with your legs in front of you."

They did as instructed. Tibullus reached forward and kissed Luxor hard on the mouth, while he fondled her breasts with his hand. The feel of her lips on his was wonderful, and in some marvellous way her breasts were soft and firm at the same time. With his other hand he caressed up and down on Drusilla's back, experiencing the smoothness of her skin. He moved his hand to her bottom and kneaded her buttocks which were soft now she was lying flat. He opened his mouth slightly on Luxor's lips, and she opened hers in return and put her tongue in his mouth. This was going further than he'd intended, and he lessened the pressure of his kiss. Luxor immediately withdrew her tongue.

"Part your legs," he said to Luxor, taking his mouth from hers. As she obeyed he put his face against her breasts and began kissing them. While one hand continued to enjoy Drusilla's bottom, he put the other hand onto Luxor's crucial mound and rubbed it, taking in the slight but sudden roughness after all that smoothness. His hand went further down onto the slit between Luxor's legs.

"All right," he said panting, taking his face away. "Luxor please now lie back with your legs apart. Drusilla kneel up and bend over."

Luxor lay back and Drusilla bent over. Tibullus knelt over Luxor and took a nipple in his mouth. It was soft, and though he knew that when girls were aroused their nipples were hard, he thought at the moment that this was as lovely as any breast could be. He put a hand between Luxor's legs, circled the slit and caressed it, and circled again, exploring exactly what was there with his fingers while his hand felt her entire mound. With his other hand he reached out to Drusilla's bottom - the part of Drusilla he seemed destined to concentrate on for this occasion. He felt and he fondled, round and round on her cheeks, noting how warm they were now after all this fondling. They were also round and firm now she was folded over again. He moved the hand from one cheek to the other and back again, always going across the crevice - he was still inhibited from going into there, but there was no doubt that he was interested in that as well.

He was going to do everything. He'd intended only to do some touching before he got home, but he couldn't stop now.