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  Spurtacus:

  A Choose Your Own Erotic Story

  By Callista J. Hawkes

  @CallistaJHawkes

  Text Copyright © 2014 Callista J. Hawkes

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or reproduced in any format, electronic or otherwise without prior written permission.

  Cover photo © Bivni / Dreamstime Stock Photos & Stock Free Images

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older.

  This eBook contains sexually explicit situations and terms and is intended for a mature audience only.

  Introduction

  As a choose your own Erotic story, this book contains multiple paths leading to several different endings. At the end of each section, you will generally be given two or more choices. To progress, simply select your preferred option to continue the story. (No need for the page-flicking back and forth of similar books of yesteryear!) When you reach an ending, you can either start again from the very beginning and enjoy an alternative path through the whole story, or skip to a later section to see how events might play out differently.

  You gaze morosely through the bars of the cage as it is pulled through the streets of Rome. Grand buildings with broad columns and ornately carved facades line each side and the streets are full of Romans going about their business. Growing up in your village, you had heard many tales of the bustling streets and beautiful buildings of the capital of the Roman Empire, but had never thought you would see them with your own eyes. Now you have, you wish you were far away, back in Gaul. The other two men in the cage, point excitedly at the Coliseum in the distance, but you afford it only a cursory glance and slump down against the side of the cage.

  Eventually, the driver guides the horse up a narrow side street, the cage carriage’s wheels juddering on the uneven cobbled road. Anticipating you have reached your destination, you glance forward. At the end of the street stands a grand villa which dominates the smaller buildings around it. The villa is constructed from stone with a terracotta tiled pitched roof. Several timber frame windows are set into the walls. You reach the main gate, which is an archway set into the side of the villa. Two guards step forward and exchange words with the driver, who then unlocks the cage, the guards dragging you and your companions out. You follow one of the guards and the other two slaves through the gate, which is slammed shut behind you with an air of finality. Beyond the gate is a square courtyard which forms the centre of the villa, with the villa itself surrounding the four sides. One side is two stories high with a timber balcony on the second storey overlooking the courtyard. This is presumably the no doubt opulent living area and bedrooms of whichever noble family is now your master. You glance at the opposite side of the courtyard at the single storey building without windows and a single entrance. You smile grimly, surmising that this will be the slaves’ quarters. The guard leads you across the small courtyard and into the main building. The rooms are all lavishly decorated. The marble floors are immaculate while fine drapes and frescos hang from the walls. It is clearly the residence of a wealthy Roman family. You are led into the Atrium, which is larger and even more opulent than the other rooms with a shallow pool lined with a mosaic beneath the water in the centre of the room directly beneath a skylight. Ornately carved statues of the Roman Gods Jupiter, Mars, Neptune and the Goddess Venus stand in each corner of the room. A woman wearing a fine dress, the light glinting off her jewellery awaits within.

  “This is your Domina, Lady Servilia of the house of Felatius.” You bow your head in respect. Servilia is a voluptuous Roman woman, perhaps in her late thirties, her long red curls cascading past her shoulders, spilling onto the tops of her large breasts, her cleavage visible in a revealing maroon dress which clings flatteringly to her chest and her shapely hips.

  “Ah new slaves.” She smiles. “Welcome to the house of Felatius. You will find that you will be well treated and looked after here providing you always obey. If you do not, or attempt to run away, then you will find our wrath quick and severe.” She examines each of you in turn, reaching you last. Her green eyes sparkle and her lips curl into a lascivious smile as she studies you, reaching out and running a hand over your muscular chest. “You are quite handsome for a savage from the provinces.” She finally remarks, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip for a moment. “I think I shall use you to serve drinks to my guests. Do you think you could manage that slave?”

  “It would be an honour to serve you Domina.” You reply.

  “Good.” She smiles, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before flicking in the direction of the guard. “Get them cleaned up.”

  The guard leads you back to the courtyard, speaking to each of the other slaves in turn and before sending them across the courtyard towards what you presumed to be the slaves’ quarters. Finally, he turns to you.

  “Name.” He mutters.

  “Cunoiudos.” You reply.

  “I care not for whatever savage name you had before.” The Roman snarls. “You shall be known as Titus from now on.” You sigh in resignation and nod in compliance. “Now, follow the others and get cleaned up. You stink like Pluto’s arsehole.” You nod and obediently follow the others towards the slaves’ quarters.

  The slaves’ quarters are a stark contrast to the opulent interior of the villa. The darkened, featureless room is small and cramped. You spot your fellow new arrivals, who are each being washed by a slave. There are perhaps ten or twelve other slaves in the room who gaze over at you and the other newcomers with indifference. A slave approaches you, a bucket of water in one hand and a cloth in the other She is a slender, attractive woman perhaps in her late twenties with a typical Mediterranean appearance with long dark hair, olive skin and brown eyes.

  “Greetings.” She says, her eyes flicking up to your face. “My name is Aurelia. Domina instructed me to wash you.” Aurelia reaches for your clothes causing you to step backwards. "I can't very well wash you if you are clothed now can I?" She flashes you an infectious smile that makes her seem even more beautiful.

  "You will find that there is very little privacy here." You nod and quickly remove your clothes, which are little more than torn rags, standing completely naked before her. You feel utterly exposed as you watch her eyes slide all over your body, the hint of a smile on her lips.

  “The Gods have blessed you!” She murmurs as her eyes drop to your groin. She dips the cloth into the bucket and pulls it out, dripping with water, beginning to wash you down from head to toe. She scrubs at your chest and arms with it, the warm water trickling down your body as she works her way lower to your belly. As she reaches your hips, Aurelia sinks to her knees and you feel her scrub slowly around the inside of your thighs, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel the cloth brush against the underside of your balls. Aurelia moves the cloth lower again, scrubbing your thighs before returning a moment later to swipe across your cock. You groan and feel a twitch between your legs as your body threatens to betray you. Aurelia dips the cloth back in the bucket of water, giving you a moment of respite before again the cloth returns to your groin. You feel Aurelia tentatively lift your flaccid cock as she wipes the underside of your shaft with the damp rag, dragging the cloth down to the root before washing your balls. As you hear the splash of the rag in the bucket, you can feel your heart beating and the blood rushing to your groin and you pray that she will relent and scrub your legs instead. But again, Aurelia reaches for your stiffening member and wraps the cloth around it, pumping you with her hand through the rough, damp fabric. You groan and look down to find Aurelia gazing back up at you, a wicked grin on her lips as you realise that she is deliberately tormenting you.

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nbsp; "Every time I think it cleaned, there seems to be a little more to wash." She giggles, playfully squeezing your shaft. "Perhaps I should offer relief to make the task easier?" Aurelia raises an eyebrow.

  Suggest she continue using her hand

  Suggest she use her mouth to pleasure you

  "Talented as you are with your hands, perhaps you would be better served using your tongue to clean me?" You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

  "And I mistook you for the shy, quiet type.” She grins. “But judge for yourself where my true talent lies." With that, she guides your swiftly hardening cock to her lips. She swirls her tongue around the end and begins to lick down the length of your shaft, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She tilts her head to one side and reaches between your legs, lifting your tender ball sack to her lips and gently sucking one ball and then the other into her mouth. You let out a blissful moan as she then runs her soft tongue all over your sack, the delicious sensation of her warm tongue immediately followed by a cooler sensation as the air gets to your saliva soaked skin. Aurelia sits back, studying your now fully engorged cock, slick with her saliva.

  "You keenly attend to appointed task." You quip. Aurelia grins before moving closer to you and guiding your cock to her chest. You groan, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts through the rough woven fabric of her simple dress as she drags the sensitive tip across her chest.

  "You wish to gaze upon them?" Aurelia asks coyly, her brown eyes looking up at you through her eyelashes. You nod dumbly. Aurelia smiles, pulling the loose fitting garment off her arms and sliding it down her slender body. You watch entranced as the soft curves of the tops of her olive skinned breasts are revealed tantalisingly slowly. A small gasp escapes your lips as her little brown nipples are revealed, erect and proud. Aurelia lets the dress drop to her narrow waist and allows you to gaze at her small, firm, fleshy mounds.

  "Beautiful." You murmur. She smiles happily at the compliment and takes your cock back in her hand, guiding it to her chest and rubbing your cock against the soft flesh of her breasts. You groan at the sight and feel of her dragging the bulbous head across each nipple in turn, pre-come leaking from the tip and leaving a wet trail across her chest. The formerly ambivalent slaves are all now watching intently as the now half naked Aurelia dips her head and runs her tongue up and down your shaft.

  "It's so big." Aurelia whispers reverently as she strokes your cock before looking up at you, her brown eyes meeting yours. "I wonder if it would even fit in my little mouth." She adds, rubbing the tip against her lips.

  Let her take you into her mouth.

  Tell her to continue using her hand.

  "Why don't you find out?" You grin.

  “Words gladly received.” She returns your smile and moves her face closer to your throbbing erection. A small bead of pearly pre-come has formed at the tip of your cock and you watch enthralled as she dips her head and flicks out her tongue. You groan as you feel her warm, wet tongue swipe across the taut red skin of the bulbous tip, collecting the creamy fluid and tasting it.

  "Nice." She grins. "I would taste more of that."

  With that, she bends forward, opens her mouth and engulfs your cock, her lips sliding halfway down your length to meet her hand. Her eyes flick up to yours as she begins to bob her head back and forth. You let out a loud moan of pleasure as her lips and hand work in tandem sending a deluge of pleasurable sensations radiating out from your groin. You reach down, running your fingers through her long dark hair as her head rocks forward and back as she sucks, licks and slurps at your cock. You can feel the pressure building in your loins and know you are close to your climax.

  "I grow close." You tell her through gritted teeth. She pulls your cock from her lips and gazes up at you.

  "And where would you come?" She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye.

  Come in her mouth

  Come on her breasts

  "I would come on those." You gasp, breathless with need and desire, gazing longingly at her chest.

  "On these?" She purrs seductively, letting go of your cock and cupping her pert breasts in each hand. "You want to spill your creamy seed all over these?"

  "Yes." You hiss, hearing the desperation in your voice, your neglected cock aching painfully for release. Aurelia smiles up at you, her fingers closing back around your shaft. She begins to gently stroke your shaft, a wicked grin on her face as she keeps you on the very edge of your climax. You feel as though this delicious torment will drive you mad with desire.

  "Please." You beg. "Please make me come." After a couple more slow strokes of your shaft, she relents, pumping you vigorously, aiming the straining tip at her cleavage. You feel your balls tighten and with a roar of release, you feel your come shoot up your shaft and explode out of the tip. Aurelia lets out a gleeful cry as a thick rope of your creamy seed splatters across her right breast followed by another and another as your hips buck with each pulse. As your climax fades and the last weaker spurts dribble down her fingers, you both gaze down at her come splattered chest, your creamy seed dripping down both breasts and her cleavage.

  "By the Gods, I haven't seen an eruption like that since Vesuvius!" Aurelia exclaims, sitting back and licking your errant come from her fingers. “It seems that now I am the one in need of a wash.”

  With that she pulls up her dress, passes you a neatly folded set of clothes and wanders away from you, glancing quickly over her shoulder and flashing you that infectious smile again.

  Continue

  "Taste me." You tell Aurelia. "Let me spill my seed in your mouth."

  "I was hoping you would say that." Aurelia smiles happily and dips her head towards your cock. You gasp as you feel her lips close tightly around the tip of your shaft. Her hand begins to pump at your cock and you groan with pleasure as you watch her head bob back and forth as her lips slide up and down your length while her other hand gently caresses your tight ball sack. You feel as though you must be in some erotic dream as this beautiful slave girl vigorously pumps your shaft, her lips locked around the bulbous head while her brown eyes gaze up at you in anticipation. She draws back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip while her hand gently squeezes your balls. You can feel the pressure building in your balls and as you close in on your climax, you feel a temptation to pull your cock free of her lips at the last moment and splatter Aurelia’s pretty face with your seed.

  Let yourself come in her mouth

  Pull out of her mouth and come on her face

  You erupt into Aurelia's mouth, the beautiful slave girl's lips closed tightly around the tip of your cock as it spurts again and again. She swallows greedily as her mouth is quickly filled with your creamy seed. As the last weaker spurts dribble onto her tongue, she releases you from the warm, moist confines of her mouth, gulps down the last of your come and sits back, gazing up at you, a satisfied grin on her lips.

  "Thank you." You stutter, light headed.

  "My pleasure." She replies, flashing you that infectious smile again before getting back to her feet. She pulls up her dress and passes you a neatly folded set of clothes before wandering away, leaving you standing there naked and in a state of shock.

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  You pull your cock from her lips, her eyes widening in realisation a fraction of a second before the first rope of creamy come shoots from the tip, splashing wetly across her left cheek. Aurelia cries out in surprise, opening her mouth wide, trying to catch the next spurt, which streaks past her nose and splatters into her dark hair and across her forehead. She moves her mouth closer, the next rope of your thick seed splashing across her other cheek and lips, dripping into her open mouth before she finally closes her lips back around the erupting tip and greedily swallows the last few weaker spurts. She finally releases your cock from her mouth and you stagger back, gazing in awe at her come streaked features as she grins up at you.

  "I think I am the one who needs cleansing now." She giggles, collecting some of the come from her face and transferring it t
o her mouth where she greedily gulps it down. "Welcome to the House of Felatius." She adds, licking the last traces of come from her lips before climbing to her feet and pulling up her dress. She points to a neatly folded set of clothes for you before wandering over to a couple of the other slave girls. You watch her whisper something to one, who quickly glances over at you and giggles. Suddenly feeling every bit as naked as you actually are, you quickly reach for your new clothes.

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  “You have the soft and tender touch of a Goddess." You reply. "Please continue."

  Aurelia smiles sweetly, enjoying the compliment and reaches for your cock, her slender fingers wrapping around your hardening shaft. You groan in pleasure as you feel her caress you, her fingers sliding slowly up and down, stimulating your shaft until it has grown fully engorged.

  "Gods, what a monster!" She gasps, her fingers tightening around your cock. You grunt in reply as she begins to stroke your aching shaft. You gaze down at the beautiful slave girl as she works away, wondering what she would look like without the simple woven dress she is wearing. She glances up at you, a smile crossing her face as she seems to intuitively read your thoughts.

  "Do you want to see these?" She purrs, running her free hand across her pert breasts. "You would wouldn't you? You want me to pull my dress down?" You nod dumbly. Her eyes sparkle, perhaps enjoying her position of power over you. She lets go of your cock and pulls the loose fitting dress off her arms and slides it slowly down her body, your eyes fixed on her firm breasts as the coarse fabric slides down her chest. As they are revealed, you gaze down at her small, firm mounds, the nipples standing proudly from her small, brown areolas.

  "Do you like them?" She asks with mock shyness.

  "Beautiful." You murmur. She grins and reaches for you again. The formerly ambivalent slaves are all now watching intently as the now half naked Aurelia resumes pumping your cock.