Roman Delight Ch. 08

When she came to her head was throbbing. She became aware of a slow rocking motion and the sound water splashing against the side of a ship. She opened her eyes in the dim light taking in her surroundings, bars covered by hides. She was naked with her hands and ankles manacled and chained to the floor.

As she looked around her head swam and her body felt as light as feathers. She noticed a censer hanging from the ceiling of the cage with tendrils of smoke wafted up from it giving off a sweet earthy smell. She couldn't seem to focus her thoughts on anything. She closed her eyes and drifted away.

When she opened them again it was dark, the sweet smell coming from the censer had stopped and her head felt much clearer now. She was finally able to start putting the pieces back together. Her uncle had blindsided her and apparently sold her into slavery. But, she was a Roman, she had rights and protections from this, what he did was illegal. She would just explain that and they would be obligated to release her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the hides covering her cage were pulled back. A large rough looking man peered at her. He appeared to be Persian, at least he spoke something in Persian. Over the years of working with Persian slaves Aurelia had picked up a smattering of words and phrases, she was by no means fluent but was able to catch a few of the words he spoke. Something about sweet Roman pussy, which didn't sound good, particularly with the leer that followed as he looked her over naked body.

He unlocked the cage then the chain that connected her to the floor. She was on a large merchant's vessel in the middle of the sea. Her captor led her past rows upon rows of amphorae and up a ladder to the deck of the ship. She finally spoke.

"Listen! This is a mistake." Aurelia implored, "I'm a Roman citizen and your deal with my uncle was..."

The turned and slapped her hard on the face, knocking her to the ground, then yanked her backup by her chained wrists, fully suspending her off the deck of the ship. She dangled mere inches from his face, her weight on the wrist manacles biting into her skin.

"You," she spat in broken Latin, the stench on his breath making her eyes water, "do not speak, ever. You nothing! You no more Roman. Maybe become my whore."

He dropped her back to the deck where she fell to her knees. He yanked the chain again pulling her off balance and sending her sprawling on the deck and proceeded to drag her over to a railing. She was hoisted back up and forcefully bent over the railing where he connected the chain from her wrists to the manacles on her ankles. She was stuck, bent over with her bare ass in the air.

"Here we go." She thought dejectedly, "Some sweet Roman pussy."

The Persian stood behind her, lifted his tunic and rubbed his dick against the opening of her slit. Her body shuddered with anticipation and her pussy moistened immediately. Her mind reeled at this, she was being raped, yet her body's desire was obvious. There was nothing she could do about it and trying to resist would only make them more sadistic. She was a slave now yet she still had power over her body and she still loved getting fucked even if it was a filthy Persian with cock that smelled like shit.

The man entered her suddenly shoving his cock into her slippery folds. He was shocked and quite pleased to find her so wet, he had a real whore here. He shouted a bunch of incoherent babble, of which Aurelia understood nothing. Moments later three more men appeared with hard cocks in their hands.

The man grabbed her hips and continued pumping his cock into her like jack rabbit. She pushed her hips back as best she could to meet his thrusts. This only heightened his excitement and within minutes he grunted, spewing his load deep into her. He hadn't even finished his last shot before he was unceremoniously pulled out of the way by the next man waiting his turn. One by one they took her, each one cumming with in just a few minutes. Jizz oozed down her thighs and dripped out of her pussy forming a pool of cream on the deck of the ship.

When man number four come up behind her he hesitated. There was a brief argument followed by mutters of agreement. He wasn't interested in filthy fourths, preferring another method. With his filthy hand he scooped up some cum dripping from her pussy and used it to lube up his own prick and her asshole. She steeled herself against the impending assault.

He stuffed his cock into her ass, fucking her wild abandonment. At least he had the foresight to lube up, otherwise it would have been quite painful. With her hands shackled she was unable to rub her clit or breasts so got little pleasure from the ass fucking. She waited patiently until she heard the man groan as he filled her ass with cum.

There was some more chatter before she was taken back to her cage and chained to the floor. Moments later the man returned with a burning coal and brown lump of something.

"What his that?" She inquired timidly. Taking the risk to talk again, hoping it was safe after the entertainment she had provided.

He thought for a moment furrowing his brow. "Opium." He replied before locking the cage and putting back the hide covering.

The smoke from the censer filled the hide covered cage and same feeling from before returned. Aurelia's head began to swim and her body felt light and fluffy. She laid her head down, succumbing to the numbing sensation.

As the days wore on she had become on the onboard cum bucket. These men were brutes and cared nothing for the needs or wants of a women let alone a slave, yet their attitude towards her did soften significantly as she employed her techniques, showing them what kind of pleasures could be had. For the most part they just wanted to cum and weren't terribly interested in prolonging pleasure. This was her reality now and it was easier to submit to their callousness rather than be beaten. Now that they were in open water they left her free to wonder the small deck, making it easier to fuck her whenever they urge arose. She spent most of time at the bow of the ship leaning over the railing and staring out over the sea. This offered an irresistible view to the men, with her sweet ass swaying to the motion of the ship, presenting an open and easy invitation for any one of them to fuck her as they felt the urge, which they did at least twelve times a day. Her thighs and legs were constantly slick with their cum.

She was very careful to remain submissive and not let her Roman pride show. That would only lead to a beating and savage fucking. She was eventually able to find out that she was being transported to a faraway slave market where she would be the exotic one. They had bought her from her uncle for a measly ten thousand denarii and hoped to at least quadruple that.

On the eighth day as she stared over the water, the captain grunting as his cock thrust into her depths, she gasped suddenly. The captain, thinking it was his own gyrations causing her ecstasy thrust faster, until he filled her with his seed. But, it wasn't the captain's pitiful attempts that produced her reaction. There in the distance rising from the blue horizon was a structure of immense size. Its bright light a beacon to all seafaring travelers. It was the Lighthouse of Alexandria. They were in Egypt.

Though she had never seen it before tales of it were common throughout the empire and there was no mistaking it. Hopefully these men were stupid enough to try and sell her in Egypt, which was still a Roman province. If so they would be caught and crucified. She contemplate what she could do to escape as they approached the lighthouse only to abandon those thoughts as they continued past Alexandria, eventually turning down one of the delta rivers. She remembered something about the Pharaohs Canal that connected the Nile River to the sea on the other side. That must be where they were going. But, that was still in Roman territory, they would have to stop and pay a crossing fee or something. If only she could make contact with someone or escape while in the canal locks she could be free of this nightmare.

Apparently they had the same idea. They knew their cargo was illegal and could lead to their crucifixion if they weren't careful. Before she could even act on her impulse they put her back in her cage, her feet and hands once again manacled to the floor with opium smoke wafting from the censer. That now familiar feeling of lightness washed over her as she closed her eyes and drifted away in the drug's welcoming arms.

Aurelia was pulled out of her stupor with clang of manacles being removed. She opened her eyes, seeing that they were back in the open sea. Her head was still foggy from the effects of the opium, but she could tell, for the looks in the men's eyes, they felt it safe enough to bring her back out. She suspected it had been at least a day to traverse the Nile and the Pharaohs Canal, maybe two. Judging from the tenting in the men's tunics and the way they pawed at her body they were already as horny as goats. They took there turns with her right there on storage deck. She tried to enjoy it but was just numb to the sensation now and the opium didn't help either. Satiated, the men left her on the floor, covered in cum.

After an hour her head had cleared somewhat from the effects of the opium. She gingerly climbed the ladder to the upper deck. The fresh sea air and sunshine was welcoming and she regained her full faculties quickly. There was a bucket at the stern of the ship which she used to collect sea water and dumped it over herself to wash and freshen up.

Sitting down on the deck she gazed out over the sea to where the water met the sky. Would she ever see her beloved Neapolis again? She wondered what her idiot uncle was doing with the estate. Most likely selling off all of the brothels and slaves to pay for his schmoozing with the patricians. It didn't matter anymore, she doubted she'd ever be involved in that business anymore.

With the sounds of the waves lapping at the ship and sails rippling in the breeze she closed her eyes and relaxed. Unconsciously her fingers drifted to her pussy and began to lightly caress her folds. She realized her own desires had gone unfulfilled in days and she began rubbing her pussy in earnest. She sucked on her fingers, tasting the salt from the sea water and coating them with her saliva. She inserted her slick fingers into her twat while pressing on her clit. Her breath came in gasps then, without warning, she orgasmed, hard. She cried out in ecstasy, her body twitching and shuddering as tried to prolong the pleasure. As it subsided she licked her own saltiness from her fingers.

She heard a smirk behind her. Turning her head she saw the men of the ship standing behind her, bemused looks on their faces and stiff cocks in their hands. She smirked and crawled over them, at least she had been able to convince them to freshen up a bit everyday so they didn't smell like rotting badgers. Taking the captain into her mouth she sucked on him with fervor while stroking two others with her hands. She switched off from one cock to another taking turns sucking them while jerking two others. When one of the men made to stand her up she decided to take chance. She was tired of being bent of and fucked like some common whore. She was not common, she was an exceptional whore.

She avoided his grasp, a dark look crossing his brow at a women refusing his bidding. She indicated for him to lie down on the deck and she straddled him, slipping his cock into her now wet hole. She indicated for the captain to join him.

"Fuck my ass," she commanded.

The captain's eyes widened slightly at her bravado, yet his cock twitched with anticipation at the thought of double teaming this beautiful Roman woman. He knelt behind the duo and eased his hardness into yielding ass. This is what she wanted, what she had needed for days. She rocked back throwing herself on the two cocks penetrating her. Praise Priapus it felt good. With her first orgasm taken care of by own fingers her pussy was still sensitive and her second orgasm came quickly. She moaned loudly as her body shuddered with pleasure with another orgasm crashing over her. She increased her tempo impaling herself on the stiff rods.

One of the sailors had been stroking his cock watching the debauchery in front of him. He was content to cumming in his hand when Aurelia motioned from him to stand in front of her. He did so and she took him into her mouth, holding onto his hips for support as she continued to rock back and forth sucking him and fucking the two others simultaneously. The man in her mouth had been close to cumming already so it only took a few moments before he spewed his cum into her mouth and down her throat. He let out a great bellow and beat his chest as he thrust his hips spasmodically against her face. This was more than the captain could take and he shot his load deep into her bowels, filling her ass with his cum. As he withdrew the forth sailor plunged his cock into her ass. He had also been jerking off at the site of it all and had kept himself just at the edge. It only took a few thrusts before he came, filling her ass a second time. By now the man she had been riding lost control and flooded her pussy at the same time. She could feel two powerful jets of cum splash against her insides as they groaned loudly, while her own body had one more orgasm to give her. Her scream coincided with there's in a harmony of ecstasy.

She extricated herself from the masses of quivering flesh and made her way to bow of the ship and leaned against the railing. The men sat in heaps, completely spent, and stared at the women whose lithe naked form, silhouetted against the vast blueness of the sea, had brought them so much pleasure. It would be a shame to lose to her when they reached their destination, the Kushan slave market, but she was far too valuable to keep to themselves. A light skinned, golden haired beauty, who knew how to please a man, was worth at least as much as the rest of their cargo combined.

Now that they were well outside of Roman territory and began to ween her off of the opium she had become addicted to. The next three days were a sheer hell for Aurelia. Her head pounded, her body shivered and anything she tried to eat was vomited up within minutes. Even in this state of agony her captors still used her for their own pleasure. There was nothing she could do but lay there and take it and try not convulse from her illness. By the time her opium withdrawal subsided they were in sight of their destination. They had one last gangbang with her before they had to focus sailing into port.

They docked at the port of Barbaricum on the coast of the Kushan Empire and began offloading their cargo. Aurelia was transferred to a slave wagon and carted off to the market, where she was thoroughly washed and oiled, had makeup applied and adorned various trinkets but left naked. When her turn came she was led out to the platform where she was chained to a post along with several other women.

"Let the bidding began," she thought to herself.

Having inspected so many slaves herself, it was strange to be on the other side of it now. Still, that gave her inside knowledge, she knew what they were looking for in a slave and so she knew how to act, what to do raise her price. Usually the higher the price paid the better the circumstance she would find herself in.

Once the rest of the slaves were positioned the prospective bidders, all dark skinned Arabs or Shakas, climbed to the platform and inspected the merchandise. They caressed, prodded, checked teeth, hands and breasts, all the regular items slave buyers look at. Most of the men leered at her with lust filled eyes, mixed with disappointment, knowing too well she would fetch a price far higher than their purses could withstand. There were several that seemed truly interested in her. One man spoke to her.

"Where to do you come from?" he asked, speaking Greek.

"From the West, the Roman homeland of Italia," she replied humbly.

At first she was surprised to hear Greek in such a faraway place, then it dawned on her that this region had once been controlled by Alexander of Macedon, meaning most commerce and scholarly endeavors would most likely be conducted in Greek. This alone just bumped up her price.

"You speak Greek," the man said, nodding to himself. "Yet, you are Roman?"

"Yes, Master," she replied softly. "I was tutored in Greek, Egyptian and Aramaic as well."

"Very good," he said, more to himself than to her.

Several other buyers overheard the exchange and took note. Once the bidding began the thirteen other slaves sold off relatively quick going for no more than 5,000 gold dinar, the Kushan equivalent to the Roman Aureus. Finally it was her turn, they always save the best for last. She was shocked to hear her opening bid start at 20,000 dinar, the same as 100,000 silver Roman denarii. The bidders didn't even hesitate the price steadily climbed. At one point Aurelia spotted the captain of the ship that had held her captive for two weeks. He was dumbfounded, almost passing out at how much money she was going to bring to him.

The final bid was eventually won by the man who had spoken to her, for 95,000 gold dinar. He was a well dressed, dark skinned, handsome man. Upon completion of the auction she was unchained and turned over to him. He placed loose fitting shawl over her shoulders and replaced the iron manacles around her wrists with fine bronze, these were more ornamental than functional but did serve to remind her she was his slave.

He led her to a large chariot pulled by two magnificent white horses, which took them a grand palace. There he led her through the magnificent halls to a room where she was beset by five attendants. She looked at him confused, he hadn't spoken a word to her since her purchase.

"You are to be a gift," he told her matter of fact. "I owe Prince Vayaspara much gratitude. He has granted me very lucrative trade rights between the East and West. It is only fitting I bestow to him something of great rarity and beauty. A golden haired Roman will make a fine concubine."

This was her fate. It could have been much worse. She could have been sold to a brothel or even become a house slave. If she recalled correctly, these Eastern prince types usually had large harems of wives and concubines. So long as she pleased him, which she was confident she could, she would spend the rest of her time in locked up with the other girls of the harem.

"Rest yourself while these slaves prepare you," he said. "I will present you to the Prince tonight."

First Aurelia was given a bath, one quite different from her Roman custom. They filled a large basin with hot water and produced a bar composed of some slippery waxy substance that foamed up substantially when mixed with water. It removed all traces of oil, grime and makeup from her body. After the bath she was again anointed with oils, scented from jasmine and frankincense. Another woman came in with a tray of cups filled with a dark muddy material and several brushes. For the next several hours the five women painstakingly painted complicated lacy henna patters from her finger tips all the way up to her shoulders and back, as well as from her feet, up her legs, to her torso and breasts. Following the henna they dabbed her skin with gold powder and ochre, highlighting her breasts, thighs and neck. As a final touch, a large gold necklace was placed on her which had a sweep of fine gold chains that hung down over her breasts, although they did nothing to cover them. They attired her with a short skirt of brilliant blue, red and gold silk, clasped with a gold belt dangling with trinkets. To complete the ensemble they placed sandals on her feet with gold filigree on the straps that wound around her ankles and calves to end just below her knees.