Slave Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 09-15

With that she hurries toward the cold storage room with me trotting along behind her in tow. "What's this about?"

"Hold on." She says as she opens the door. A wave cooler air flows out along with the smell of musky mold and the rotting aroma of meat, cheese, bread, and vegetable that nearly knocks me back. But Rosa, undettered by the retched smell, forges onward. She feels along the North shelving unbothered by the moldering produce her fingers slide through. Opening my eyes wide I struggle to see myself, the only light coming into this room straying in from the open door we'd just come through. In the center of the North wall there was a raised chest with slots along the sides about a foot off the ground and three foot square. As we approach I could sense the subtle shift in temperature. This box was the source of the rooms coolness. It was hardly frigid but the difference from the kitchen to here was unmistakable. Once there Rosa flips up the top of the chest to reveal the glossy tiles that lined the inside of the chest. As she said, they looked very similar to the ones that merchant tried to sell us on the Appian Way. In the gloom of the dark room I couldn't make out what was in the chest but based on the smell I knew it was nothing good.

"Yes, yes!" Rosa says as she looks over the square tiled lid interior. "It's the magic. I can see the glow. It is fainter here. The magic less powerful. The color is different though. This one is...blue? It's hard to tell." Pulling me in close to her side Rosa slaps my hand against the center of the lid. "Hah!" She gasps with a great big grin. Reaching out she slowly traces the edge of my thumb with her fingers. "I know that hand. Big and strong. A working man's hand." She places her hand over mine. "I seeeee youuuu." I stand beside her and slip my free arm around her shoulder as she continues to admire the silhouetted shape of my hand. "I don't know what I can do with this but...I'm happy I have it."

"Who knows, it's possible you had it all the time." I say. "And you just couldn't see it through everything else."

"I don't think so but maybe." She says.

"Do you think those eyes will help you follow in your father's footsteps?"

"I can't see how it would hurt." She says. "Funny. They used say that I had my Papa's eyes." She looks up to me, her pupils widening to their blind state. Reaching up she feels my lips to find them smiling as well. "Today is certainly full of surprises."

"Yeah...and they can stop anytime now! I'm not sure how many more I can handle."

We both laugh. After a bit Rosa closes the chest and scrunches up her nose. "Let's get out of here! Ew!"

I lead my slave girl back into the kitchen and shut the tight fitting door behind us. That room would be a job for another day. As we ruminate on this strange new ability we set back to work. Rosa separates the bracelet again and I take on half to head down to the river. We knew that we only had about an hour of charge with the bracelet but in the meantime I could wander anywhere I wished and keep a conversation with Rosa back in the house.

Along the way I am struck with how quickly we were becoming accustomed to using the item. Not so long ago something like this would have blew my mind. It was a strange thought that magic was now a part of my life and, if Rosa found any success in developing her gift, it would occupy an ever increasing part of it.

We chat about supper, which would be a part of that lamb I had hanging, and some of our plans in the coming days. We had to make a trip to town for proper supplies. We had to make a trip to visit the neighbors. The sooner we bedded into our new community the better it would be. For security, news, communication, and so much more we had to get to know our neighbors. In the cities citizens could rely on the guards and government officials, but in the country people helping people was all we really had in a pinch. And, with Rosa's great approval, I also wanted to find where my uncle's grave was. It was only proper I give respects to the man who gave us so much. Without his inheritance I wouldn't have met Rosa. I owed the man everything.

I was just arriving to the river when a warm, wet tickle to my fingers makes me jump. I look down just in time to catch Rosa's demon tongue slipping back through and hear her giggle.

"You little..." I look through to see her laughing a playful laugh. I knew with Rosa playful often meant horny. While I had gotten to nut this morning Rosa had not. I really ought have done something about that. Giving her a stern look, though I know she couldn't see it, I say. "What did you tell me earlier? You ought to get a spanking for that."

"Ooo!" Rosa peeps. "Have mercy on me Master."

"We'll have to see about that." I remove my tunic and sandals and roll up my legs before stepping out into the river to find a place where the water ran clear and strong. "Here it comes." I announce just before dipping the bracelet in, where I leave it under for a three count, then pull it back up again. "How's that?"

"Great!" I hear some splashing from the kitchen. "That works great! Hold on. Once more. I want to fill these buckets. Okay, ready when you are Master."

I plunge it in again and pull it up. "How's that?"

"How's what?" Comes a shrill voice off to my left.

I startle at the unfamiliar voice and quickly tuck the bracelet into my pants. The last thing we needed was it to get out that the two lonely and exposed newcomers had magical treasure. For the time being it was far better if they thought us paupers, which wasn't too far from the truth.

"Hey!" I turn and wave to see a group of three women walking along the opposite bank. They were all about five and half feet tall and each brunette, blue eyed, and buxom. The nearest one was graying, the next with just a the odd gray streak here and there, and the last in full blush of young adulthood, very close to my age. Their disparate ages yet similar looks gave me a clue that they might three generations of the same family. Grandma, mother, and daughter if I had to guess. Each of them carried a straw basket with a lid. Like me they are barefoot with the hems of their long simple white tunics pulled to their knees. They were likely collecting crawfish and other edible goodies from the river.

"How's what?" The eldest asks again, looking me up and down warily. "Who you talkin to over there?"

"Mother." The next one says as she approaches me with a warm smile. "He clearly said, how are you." She gives me a polite nod. "And we are doing just fine thank you."

"He never said that." The elder grumbles. "Who are ya? Whatchu doin down here?"

"Grandma!" The youngest scolds. "Excuse her rudeness. She's like that with strangers."

"Of course." I bow. "My name is Quintus, most call me Quin, and I was just down here washing my hands." I motion to the villa towering up on the cliff. "My uncle left me a heck of a job. And it is dirty work I can tell you."

"Oh!" The middle one's blue eyes light up. "You are Paullus' heir."

"I am his nephew, yes."

She nudges the eldest. "Hear that mother? This handsome young man owns this place."

"Oh really!" The old lady scowl becomes a crooked grin as she comes up to her daughter's left. "Well why didn'tcha say so!" She frantically waves the youngest forward, trying to use her daughter's body to block gesture.

The youngest hurries up to stand to the other side of her mother. "Hello there Master Quintus." She curtsies. "A pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine ladies." I reply, trying to play it suave.

Just then there is a giggle...emanating from my pants. It was Rosa, she was listening in. The four of us stand looking at each other, them on one side and me on the other.

"What was that?" The eldest asks.

"What was what?" I ask innocently.

"That laugh." Says the middle one.

"Laugh?" I say. "Must be this old river playing with your ears."

The youngest gives me a curious raise of a brow. "Of course."

"Anyway." I say. "I gave my name but I didn't catch YOURS!" I peep that last word out two octaves higher and a lot louder as, in my pants, the slender fingers of a very naughty slave girl had begun to explore.

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Chapter 12

The three women glance at each other wondering what the heck that spike in my voice had been about. It is the middle one, both in age and by where she stood, that answers my question.

"To that question we can give you three answers with just a single word." She says with a friendly smile just before all three of them say in unison. "Cassia!"

"I was named after my mother's mother. And like her I named my eldest daughter after my mother." Says the old one as she looks to her right. "Cassia."

"As did I." Says the middle one as she looks to her right. "Cassia."

"As will I." Smiles the youngest as she looks back to the left. "Cassia."

"Cassia!" All three announce together once more.

They are quietly amused as they watch me work it out. This was clearly something they did every chance they got. What they didn't realize was that the bemused look on my face didn't concern their names but the wriggling fingers that were currently feeling around in my underbreeches. Rosa had found my nuts and had begun a very gentle massage. In another situation it would have been wonderful, as it was...not so much. I do my best to ignore it.

"Ahem. You're all Cassia?" I ask, trying my best to act casual as I squirm and try to shift the bracelet to somewhere less...sensitive. Unfortunately Rosa had found my pubes and hooked a finger among them to anchor the bracelet right right where it was. "That's quite an...erm..." I jostle my hips to no avail. "...introduction."

"You won't forget us you have to admit." The mother chuckles. "You can call me Cas." She nods. "My daughter Cassie." Cassie curtsies again. "And everybody around here calls mom Granny." Granny squints.

"Nice to finally meet some country folk." I say. "You're the first to come by, besides the soothsayer."

"Silas?" Asks Granny.

"Yeah."

"Pfff, bent as a shepherd's crook he is."

"Now Granny. He's not that bad." Cas says. "Don't listen to her. We're gods fearing folk in these parts."

But I had listened and I was smiling. "I knew it! Old charlatan."

"Not surprised he got to ya early." Granny says. "Get yer money before you learned his reputation."

"I just knew something was up with him."

"Those city folk look after themselves okay, but they don't give a spit 'bout us workin people."

"You are so right Granny."

"Ey! The boy's got some sense." Granny gives me a crooked grin.

"Let me tell you Granny, I've traveled half of Italy and those city people are the wors...OW!" I flinch as a few of my pubes are yanked out by the root. "I mean, some of them okay. Rrrff!" I grunt as my scrotum is pinched. "More than okay! My slave Rosa is from the city and she is just the best." I am rewarded by a soft pet to soothe where the pinch just nipped me. I can't help but smile. Though I knew she was just being playful Rosa had just disciplined me then rewarded me like she used to do. It seems you couldn't take the Lady out of the woman as easy as she thought.

Cas and Cassie were getting more curious by the moment by all of my squirming, weird expressions and odd noises but they maintain an amiable air. Granny however was far more direct.

"What's wrong wit ya boy?" She snaps. "Yer wrigglin like a worm on a hook."

"Granny!" Cas scolds then quickly changes the topic. "So you've got a slave? A big place like this you must have come with slaves and family and all sorts."

"No Ma'am." I say through a clenched smile as down below the dexterous tip of a tongue had found my taint. "Just Rosa and...whoo...I."

"No!" She says, aghast. "How are two of you going to look after such an estate?"

"Honestly I have no idea." I let out a puff of relief as the tongue slither back through the hoop. "We don't have a whole lot of money but I'm sure we'll manage somehow."

"There might be some folks around here willing to help." Cas says. "We come by here all the time, don't we Cassie?"

"Yes we do."

Trying to look natural I hold my hands in front of me to cover my growing manhood. I glance back at my forested land. "I was thinking of maybe sending back for some cousins or something but my family pretty much have their hands full back home." I clamp my lips to hold back a sigh as the fingers had returned to tenderly stroke my soft but growing penis.

"And where is home?"

"We've got land just South of Paestum."

"Oh! Not so far away then." She smiles. "I should have known by your accent you weren't from far off."

"Not so far but I swear I took the longest route possible to get here." I laugh. As I speak I am struck with how naturally I was speaking with these women all by myself, how at ease I was despite the distraction happening in my skivvies. It wasn't long ago that the opposite sex had me bumbling and mumbling. But now, the with the rock solid love of my dream woman supporting me, this wasn't so difficult at all. "Let's just say mistakes were made." I chuckle. "Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. It's quite a tale."

"Oh yes." Cas says. "Cassie in particular loves a good tale. Don't you dear?"

"I would love to hear your stories Quin." Cassie bats her eyes and smiles, a rather pretty smile. She really was a fine looking woman. Not nearly the exquisite beauty of my Rosa but she had this wholesome salt of the earth buxom farm girl thing going for her and she wore it well. Or maybe that was the constant petting of my cock that had me thinking this way.

For a moment there is just the babbling of the river...until Granny speaks up. "So you lookin for a wife or what?"

"MOTHER!" Cas exclaims in horror as Cassie blushes furiously and Granny looks at the others wondering what they were so worked up about.

"Yes I am." Comes the strangest voice, once more coming from out of my pants. It was Rosa putting on a deep 'Quin' voice. Thank the gods everybody had been looking at Granny at that moment or the ruse would have been up.

They all look back to me unsure of what to make of the sudden change in my voice. Despite that Cas very much welcomes the answer. "Oh! Well, nothing like a man who knows what he's after."

"I, uh, I didn't really mean it that way."

"What way?" Asks Granny. "You lookin for a wife or what? Cassie here is already twenty and time is wastin. You won't find a better woman than her I promise you." She was trying to get Cassie to step forward but the humiliated girl refused to budge an inch. "She can cook, proper food too. I made sure o'that. She can sew and clean and smart as a whip she is! Such a hard worker too. In fields, the house, the...bedroom. He he he."

"Gods! Granny!" Cassie was beet red at this point. I knew that feeling well. Some of the things my grandpa used to say made me want to curl up and die on the spot. She looks at me apologetically. "She's not usually like this, I swear."

"It's okay Cassie." I wave it off.

Granny was on a roll. "And don't you worry seein all us women. Our line provides plenty of sons too." Granny says as proud as can be. "Gave my man three sons. Strapping men all of them, near as big as you. Cas here had two. Workin the fields back yonder. We bear good, healthy fruit in this family I tell ya, and young here Cassie is as fertile and as ripe as a..."

"Mom!" Cas cuts her off.

"Ceres save me." Cassie closes her eyes and covers her face. "Granny...please!"

"What!?" Granny says. "He'll wanna know. I'm just cuttin through the donkey dung. You ain't gettin any younger ya know!"

"Mom." Cas says as she takes the older woman firmly around the shoulders. "Why don't you and I just leave these two be for a minute."

"Hold on, I wanna tell him...RRMF!" She cringes as her daughter not so subtly digs her heel into the top of her foot. Through clenched teeth she grumbles. "Fine. Good to meet ya young man."

"You too Granny." I nod. "Cas."

The pair of them hobble back the way they came, Cas quietly berating Granny the whole way, leaving Cassie and I alone. "I am SO sorry Master Quin."

"It's okay. I like her." I laugh and shake my head. "Family. Can't choose them. Eh?"

"Yeah." She shifts in place awkwardly. Without the others there I could see that I was intimidating her. Again, I sure knew that feeling. She clears her throat. "I should get going."

"Yeah, sure." I say. "It was great to meet the three Cassias. Like your Mom said, I certainly won't soon forget it."

"I wish I could!" She jests. "Hey..." She pulls the basket from off of her hip and up over her shoulder. "...a welcome gift." She steps out into the river and offers it over.

"Oh, uh, you don't have to."

"We have plenty." She says, motioning back to the others who carried similar baskets. "Don't let Granny scare you. We're good people here."

I step out further into the current and accept the gift. "Well thank you." I peek under the lid to see a squirming mass of crayfish and even a river crab. "Wow, thank you so much Cassie." I close the lid. "I'll be coming around to meet all my neighbors soon but I was thinking that once we were set up that Rosa and I might host a..."

I look up to see Cassie staring not at my face but my crotch, her big blue eyes bulging. I look down to see something else bulging! Tenting my under breeches and looking for all the world like an erection was something long and hard and...big! Real big! I instantly lower the basket to cover my groin. "Ahem! Anyway! I should let you go." I say, this time with my own cheeks warming with blush. "I've got so much to do, ya know. Cleaning, fixing...disciplining my slave..."

A stunned Cassie blinks and shakes her head. "Uh, y-yeah. Of course. Sure."

"Good to meet you Cassie. See you again soon, okay."

"Y-yes." She nods rapidly, her eyes now looking everywhere except me. "Of c-course Master Quin. I will...see you soon."

As one we both spin around and walk swiftly in our opposite directions. The moment I am out of ear shot I growl. "You are so dead!" An impish giggle coming from my balls is the only reply.

Behind me I hear the distant hoot of Granny. "Heeee! Hot damn boy!"

"SHHHH!" Frantically Cassie shushes.

"So dead!"

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Chapter 13

I storm into the house looking for my trouble making slave. The moment I am in I look through the bracelet to see nothing but darkness. I stomp to the kitchen to see only Danae frolicking by herself outside. I check the side rooms to no avail. I set down the basket.

"You can't hide from me!"

A giggle comes through the loop in my hand. So it's hide and seek is it? Going stealthy I dash through the house checking room to room. I find her just a few doors away standing perfectly still in the shadowy hallway of the slave quarters. Knowing she could see the disk of magic from the portal I hide it behind my back and creep down the hall.

"Are you here?" She whispers, her wide eyes darting about in a futile attempt to see. "Master?"

I say nothing as I pad quietly closer. Rosa's ears perk fully up trying to catch every sound. There was no sound to hear however. Still in barefeet from the river and having swept this simple stone floor of this hallway earlier there is nothing to give my steps away.

"M-master, are you in here?"

Closer I creep.

Bringing her half of the bracelet from out of her pocket she speaks into it. "Master?"

Her voice speaks out loudly from behind my back, giving my position away. "That's cheating!"

"Heeeee!" She turns and hurries away from me, feeling along the wall toward the far door. I rush past her and wait at the door she was trying to escape from. When her hands feel from wall and across my chest she freezes, her eyes going wide, then spins again to retreat. Before she can get away I grab her up in a great big hug. "EEEEEE!" She kicks through the air as I lift her off of her feet from behind. "I'm sorry Master! It was an accident! Ha ha ha ha!"