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  "It's so big." Aurelia whispers reverently as she strokes your cock before looking up at you seductively, her brown eyes meeting yours. "I wonder if I could even stretch my lips around it?" Your cock twitches in her hand at the very suggestion, making her giggle. "Well, what do you think?" She adds, a gleam in her eye.

  Let her take you into her mouth.

  Tell her to continue using her hand.

  "I will give you opportunity to make attempt on another occasion." You tell her nonchalantly. She smiles wryly at your confident presumption and tightens her grip on your cock. She slides her hand up and down your length, her other hand reaching between your legs to caress your balls. You groan with satisfaction as she strokes your cock faster and faster, occasionally sliding your bulbous head across her lips, her tongue flicking out across the tip. You gaze in wonder at the beautiful slave girl who you have only just met, intent on pleasuring you. Her long, dark hair framing her attractive features, her lips pouting slightly as she concentrates. Her brown eyes are filled with a hunger that mirrors your own and you can hear her softly panting as her hand pumps your hard shaft, her exposed breasts jiggling with each stroke. You moan and grunt with pleasure as she works you, bringing you ever closer to your climax. You gasp as her fingers gently knead your balls and you can feel the stirrings of your climax swiftly approaching.

  "You grow close don’t you?" Aurelia teases, her hands continuing their merciless manipulation of your cock and balls. "Where would you come?"

  Come in her mouth

  Come on her breasts

  Suddenly self-conscious, you quickly pull on the long belted tunic Aurelia gave you and look around. The other slaves are congregating around a table which has been laid out with what appears to be left overs from the kitchen. You can see them glancing furtively in your direction and whispering to one another. As they begin to drift away with their plates, you make your way to the table and pile some food onto a plate. You cross the room to sit with your fellow slaves, heading towards a vacant spot in the corner next to another slave, who has made short work of his own plate and tosses it to one side.

  “That was quite an entrance.” He remarks as you sit heavily down on the floor next to him. “You obviously made quite an impression on Aurelia.”

  “She certainly made an impression on me.” You smile. The slave laughs.

  “Atticus.” The slave introduces himself.

  “Titus.” You reply, shaking his hand. Atticus looks a few years your senior and with his dark hair and olive skin, might even be a Roman who had fallen upon hard times.

  “Titus eh.” Atticus smiles. “Aurelia tells of you erupting like Mount Vesuvius. She has dubbed you ‘Spurtacus’.” Atticus rolls his eyes apologetically at the pun.

  “I see in addition to her other talents, Aurelia is quite the poet.” You reply nonchalantly, though secretly flattered by your new nickname. “How is it here?”

  “It’s not such a bad place.” Atticus remarks, gesturing around the room. “I’ve been here a couple of years and generally we are treated well. Domina spends much of her time alone here as her husband is a Legatus and is leading legions in Germania or some such place.” Atticus’s eyes sweep the room and he lowers his voice. “She is a woman of voracious appetites of the flesh and with husband absent, often finds solace with visiting guests or even with one of us from time to time. If you catch her eye, you will find life here quite tolerable.”

  “You speak as one who knows.” You smile.

  “I shared her bed for a time.” Atticus admits with a wry grin. “She grew bored of me after a while, but I enjoyed it while it lasted.”

  You nod, your mind returning to your earlier meeting with Servilia and wondering if she might have similar designs on you.

  “Where are you from Titus?” Atticus asks, changing the subject.

  “Gaul.” You reply. “We were fighting the Romans. We were mainly farmers, not fighting men, so of course we lost. So here I sit, freedom and dignity stripped from me.”

  “We are slaves.” Atticus replies nonchalantly. “We all have sorry tales which led us to this point. Best not to dwell on thoughts of the past. That was another life. All we can do now is try to make the best of it.”

  “Or escape and take back our freedom.” You whisper.

  “Careful with talk such as that.” Atticus warns you. “If you catch the ear of the Romans with such words, you will find yourself working the mines and dreaming of a life as easy as this one.”

  “Weighed against threat of less favourable alternative, you would accept our fate?” You reply.

  “Exactly.” He grins. “I’m sure you would sooner feel Aurelia’s tongue on your cock than a Roman lash on your back.”

  You nod, though thoughts of escape not straying far from your mind.

  “Titus.” A Roman guard calls from the door. “Domina requires you to serve wine to her guests this evening.”

  Follow the guard.

  Tell the guard that serving wine is beneath you.

  “I am no serving girl.” You tell the guard. “Find someone else.” The guard’s eyes widen in surprise at your insolence, but he recovers quickly, his lips twisting into a sneer.

  “Beneath you is it?” The guard grins, entering the slave quarters and advancing towards you. You stare defiantly back at him, not moving from your position sitting on the floor. The Roman reaches you and savagely kicks you in the belly. You double over feeling nauseas.

  “Get up and get your stupid Gaul arse into the villa before I really lose my temper.” He tells you, his lips curling into a snarl.

  Follow the guard

  Remain defiant

  You ignore the guard and sit back up, staring back at him.

  “You stupid fuck.” He grins before again kicking you in the belly. As you double up, he brutally kicks and punches you until everything goes black.

  You wake up dazed and bruised all over, the taste of blood in your mouth. You realise you are back in the cage on the horse drawn carriage. Despair overwhelms you as you realise your destination is the mines. Perhaps you should have listened to Atticus’s words of wisdom.

  Return to your conversation with Atticus and listen this time

  Start Again

  A couple of hours later, you stand in the Atrium where the party is in full swing. The room is filled with some fifteen or so Romans, chatting and laughing. The men are dressed in fine togas while the women are dressed in beautiful, expensive looking dresses, their necks and wrists sparkling with ornate jewellery. With the Roman nobles’ bellies now filled from a grand banquet earlier in the evening, their appetites have now turned to drink. You carry a jug of wine and circulate around the room refilling the guests’ goblets. Several of the visiting dignitaries have already consumed several and the conversation has become increasingly raucous as the evening has worn on. In the middle of it all, Servilia holds court, braying with laughter at some comment made by a well dressed, grey haired Roman man who has just arrived. You can tell just from the way he holds himself and Servilia’s reaction to him that he is clearly someone of importance. From the way he exudes power, you wonder if he is perhaps a wealthy businessman, magistrate or even a senator. As you wander over with your serving jug, you notice he has with him a much younger blonde woman, wearing a fine turquoise dress who smiles politely at his jokes. She has a slender build, but large breasts and as you refill her goblet with wine, you find your eyes drawn to her ample cleavage. You look back up to find her eyes fixed on you, realising with horror that she has caught you staring. Panicking, you stutter an apology, relief washing through you when you notice her lips curl into a half smile.

  “Don’t be troubled.” She tells you. “I’m used to wandering eyes from Senators, Praetors and Prefects. I may as well add common slaves to the list. What is your name?”

  “Titus my lady.” You murmur.

  “Well Titus, my name in Lucilla and I find that I am bored.” She whispers. “So in five minutes I will excuse myself
and retire to one of the guest bedrooms. The price for my silence for your wandering eyes is your company for a while.”

  “As you wish my Lady.” With that, she turns her back to you and rejoins the conversation with Servilia. You continue to circulate around the room, attending to the other guests. A few minutes later, you notice Lucilla slip away and leave the room.

  Follow Lucilla to the guest bedroom

  Ignore her request and continue serving wine to the other guests

  You make your way to the guest bedroom, glancing over your shoulder to ensure you are alone before parting the drapes in the doorway and entering. The bedroom, though small, is lavishly decorated with murals and drapes with a large bed dominating the room. Lucilla sits on the edge of the bed, rising to her feet as the drapes close behind you, a lascivious smile crossing her lips.

  “Ah here you are.” She says as your eyes meet her sultry gaze. “A moment more and I would have begun without you. Come to me Titus.” You obey and she presses her lips to yours. Your eyes widen in surprise but you kiss her back, your tongues slipping and sliding over each other as you hold her.

  “I hope you fuck as well as you kiss.” She purrs as she breaks the embrace.

  “My lady, what of your father?” You reply, your eyes flicking in the direction of the muffled sounds of revelry from the party.

  “My father?” She looks at you with puzzlement for a moment before realisation crosses her face and she laughs. “That is Quintus, my husband!”

  “That doesn’t calm thoughts of violent retribution against me if we are discovered.” You reply.

  “My husband is besotted with your Domina Servilia and will hover around her like a fly to shit.” She tells you. “We shall not be disturbed.”

  Make your apologies and leave

  Stay

  You return to your duties serving drinks to the other guests and notice Lucilla return a few minutes later, crossing the room and looking at you darkly before speaking to Servilia. A few minutes later, you feel an iron grip on each arm and two guards unceremoniously drag you from the room and into the courtyard outside.

  “You have displeased one of Lady Servilia’s guests.” One of the guards tells you gravely. You are then dragged to the front of the villa where you are thrown in a cage on the back of a horse drawn carriage.

  “Where are you taking me?” You ask, panic in your voice.

  “Enjoy the sight of the sky above your head, for you will not lay eyes on it again.” One of the guards sneers. “It is the mines for you now. Still you won’t suffer long. You’ll only be there for the rest of your life!” He laughs and slams the cage door shut. The carriage begins to move down the road, away from the house, the sounds of revelry quickly fading away as you gaze up at the starry night sky filled with regret that you hadn’t laid with Lucilla.

  Rethink your actions and restart your encounter with Lucilla

  Restart Adventure

  Lucilla lies back on the bed and hitches up her beautiful turquoise dress revealing her slender thighs and a tangle of blonde pubic hair between them.

  "Now slave." She says, opening her legs. "You will pleasure me with your tongue."

  You obediently drop to your knees between her thighs and begin to kiss the inside of one thigh and then the other. Lucilla giggles at your teasing touches before grasping your head and guiding it towards her pussy. You inhale her feminine aroma and press your lips to her puffy labia finding them moist with her juices. You flick out your tongue, parting her lips and tasting her. She moans with pleasure, her fingers tightening in your hair as you begin to flick your tongue over her clit.

  "Use your fingers." She tells you, panting loudly.

  Slide your fingers inside her pussy

  Push a finger into her arse

  You slip a couple of fingers inside her pussy and begin to thrust them in and out in time with your tongue on her clit. She cries out in pleasure and you worry that you will be discovered, your face between the thighs of this young noblewoman. Lucilla begins to grind her hips into your face and you realise she is close to her climax. You hear a muffled scream as she comes, your fingers drenched in her juices as she writhes beneath you. Satisfied, she gently eases your head away from her pussy and sits up, kissing you, apparently unconcerned at tasting her own juices on your lips.

  "That was truly wonderful." She tells you. "I might poach your for my own household!"

  "Thank you my lady." You tell her, conscious that your hardening cock is tenting the front of your tunic.

  "We're not finished yet." She tells you, grasping your hard cock through the woven material of your tunic. "I want to see if you are as adept with your cock as you are with your tongue."

  Suggest she sucks it first

  Slide your cock inside her

  You dip a finger inside her pussy, moistening the tip with her juices before withdrawing it and pressing it to her tight puckered anus and apply pressure.

  "That's not what I meant!" Lucilla gasps, but makes no move to stop you. You feel her sphincter relax and she grunts as your finger slips into her tight, hot back passage. You push your finger all the way into her arse and begin to slide it in and out in time with your tongue. She cries out in pleasure and you worry that you will be discovered, your face between the thighs of this young noblewoman. Lucilla begins to grind her hips into your face and you realise she is close to her climax. You hear a muffled scream as she comes, the muscles of her arse clenching your finger tightly as she writhes beneath you. Satisfied, she gently eases your head away from her pussy, your finger slipping from her anus and sits up, kissing you, apparently unconcerned at tasting her own juices on your lips.

  "That was truly wonderful." She tells you. "I might poach your for my own household!"

  "Thank you my lady." You tell her, conscious that your hardening cock is tenting the front of your tunic.

  "We're not finished yet." She tells you, grasping your hard cock through the woven material of your tunic. "I want to see if you are as adept with your cock as you are with your tongue."

  Suggest she sucks it first

  Slide your cock inside her

  "I'm not sure it's hard enough yet." You tell her, with a wry smile. "Perhaps if you were to suck it?" You raise an eyebrow. Her eyes widen and for an awful moment you wonder if you have been too bold and she will call for the guards.

  "Why, you really are quite impertinent for a slave aren't you?" She finally smiles, pulling your tunic up revealing your rapidly hardening cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it and she bites her lower lip, quite transfixed as it sways before her. "Still, I'm in a generous mood, so I will use my mouth on you. However..." She fixes her gaze on you and squeezes your shaft in her hand. "I intend to have this inside me, so if you come in my mouth before that happens, I will be very upset with you." She adds sternly.

  "I understand." You reply, meeting her gaze. She sinks onto her knees in front of you, taking your cock in her hand for a moment before she licks it from your balls to the tip, slurping up and down it until it glistens with her saliva. She sits back on her haunches for a moment, admiring your hard cock before opening her mouth and taking it inside. She begins to bob her head up and down. You groan in pleasure, scarcely believing that this beautiful, rich, young noblewoman is happily slurping up and down your cock. She reaches between your legs and caresses your balls and you can feel the beginnings of your climax.

  Warn Lucilla that you are close to your climax

  Remain silent and allow her to continue until you come in her mouth.

  You say nothing and allow her to continue to suck on your shaft. Your moans grow louder and suddenly your feel your balls tighten and with a cry of pleasure you feel your seed rush up your length and into Lucilla's mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise and she pulls away from your spurting cock, the next blast hitting her across her nose and left cheek. As she tries to clamber to her feet, further spurts land on the front of her silk turquoise dress. Her eyes burn with fury and you reali
se you have taken a liberty too far.

  "I wanted you inside me." She tells you angrily, wiping your creamy seed from her face. "You disobeyed me and ruined my dress too! Servilia will hear of this." With that she storms from the room presumably to find somewhere to clean herself up. You await her return nervously, an apology at the ready and hoping her temper has cooled, but as you hear footsteps outside you realise it is the heavy thud of guards approaching. They burst into the room and one grasps you roughly while the other shakes his head at you.

  “You stupid Gaul.” He sneers cruelly. “You have embarrassed Lady Lucilla, one of Lady Servilia’s closest friends. It’s the mines for you now, you fool.” You are dragged from the room, your pleading falling on deaf ears as they drag you to the front of the villa where you are thrown in a cage on the back of a horse drawn carriage.

  “Don’t worry.” The guard laughs. “You won’t have to suffer long. You’ll only be there for the rest of your life.” He laughs and slams the cage door shut. The carriage begins to move down the road, away from the house, the sounds of revelry quickly fading away as you gaze up at the starry night sky filled with regret that you disobeyed Lucilla.

  Rethink your actions and restart your encounter with Lucilla

  Restart Adventure

  She bends over the end of the bed, her legs slightly parted.

  "Take me." She tells you, looking over her shoulder at you. You move behind her and pull the hem of her dress up over her waist, gazing down at her shapely buttocks, her thighs parted, waiting for you. You guide the tip of your cock to her wet pussy lips and slide easily inside her. She gasps as you fill her with your length.