Chapter 1

 

Whop! The girl jumped as the cane struck her bare leg. The Roman walking behind could have simply ordered her to move faster, but tradition demanded pain--this was her final walk as a maiden.

The Tribuni Angusticlavii (Commander of the Guard) smiled as she quickened her pace. He had a great regard for this kind of tradition; it connected the past with the future. Tradition is the bedrock of our civilization; he thought smugly, the glue that holds the Empire together. It's why I have the right to deflower these young slaves.

He struck the girl viciously and again was rewarded with a satisfying cry of pain. She scampered forward even faster up the guardhouse steps. He paused to enjoy the frantic movement of her long legs, her bare feet on the smooth stone. The thought of those long golden limbs wrapped around his waist made him tremble with anticipation and he took a deep breath to calm his desire. He had done this many times and knew that too much anticipation was dangerous. Caning soft thighs and a hard ass could be too exciting for a man his age. It had happened before. Be patient! He told himself, savor each part of the experience.

Despite the warning, he longed to see more of the girl's body. Most of her juicy parts were hidden by the symbolic red cape that covered her to mid-thigh. The cape is a stupid symbol, he decided. They should walk naked and bound to their deflowering. He thought about her shoulders and her back with its long womanly curve, about how much he wanted to lay his cane on her naked skin, to hear her cry and plead for his mercy.

Patience, he reminded himself. You will taste this one soon enough.

She was a beauty, a trophy capable of setting any man's passions aflame. And he was plucking her at exactly the right moment, after nearly two years of ripening. He had had his doubts back then when the Tesserarius (Sergeant of the Guard) had recommended that they delay her sale. He thought her too gangly and ungraceful to mature into much of a woman. But he had been wrong--the girl had blossomed into a thrilling prize. They would get five times her original price when she stood naked on the block.

He flicked his wrist again and then again, enjoying the sound of wood on bare skin as she stood helpless in front of the door. She was twisting in delicious pain as he pushed her into the tiny shack.

The tiny stone building was the farthest from the camp's walls and the main gate. He wanted privacy, to be out of the hearing of the slaves and the guards. The deflowering of the virgins was a perk reserved for the camp's commander; making it too public would invite dissent.

He opened a window then positioned the girl in the middle of the room and settled heavily into its only chair. Her eyes, wide with fear and pain, darted in every direction. He always enjoyed these last moments of panic. They added to his excitement. He reached out with the cane and lifted the edge of her cape to the top of her high ass. High and hard, he thought, just the way I like them. The girl trembled but remained still as he stroked her leg with the wood. She is incredible, he thought, turning her around with the cane to take in the full effect of her shapely legs and protruding mound.

According to the Tesserarius, it had taken a significant amount of effort in the beginning to teach her to obey like this. It was worth the trouble, he thought, as he scanned her lean body. He preferred the tame ones, the ones who understood they existed solely for a man's pleasure. It was the same with horses and dogs, even though the spirited ones were more exciting, they were much more trouble...and more risky. The tame ones were a better investment for a slave buyer, more reliable. The camp had a good reputation for putting compliant slaves on the block. He felt the pride of accomplishment mix with his lust.

He lowered the cane and stood up to remove his uniform. There was no rush. The girl would stand there until he gave her an order. Rushing into these things like a pig in heat was a mistake. Her fear of the cane and of his cock had forced the most exquisite tremble in her young body. Rushing things would destroy that effect. And that would be a criminal waste, he thought. It was his duty to play with her for a while, to increase the terror of her certain penetration.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her ass twitch slightly under the raised cape. Most laymen would have missed it, but the Tribuni Angusticlavii noticed it immediately. He was an expert at interpreting body movements.

Her body is protesting the ass-hook, he decided. The twitching is involuntary, but her first instinct is to keep it in check. That's excellent; it shows that she is controlling her pain, pushing it to the back of her mind to avoid the greater pain from the cane. Avoiding pain was the basis of slave behavior. Doing it instinctually was, well, perfection. Again, he felt a touch of pride.

He used the cane to raise her on her toes and turn her around for another inspection. She moved gracefully as his silent commands.

He could see her bondage under the cape. It was a harness that he had devised with the help of the camp's blacksmith to prevent slaves from bolting. At one end was a neck collar that forced the girl's head up; at the other end was an iron hook that did the same for her ass. They were connected by a belt that put an attractive arch in her back. A tight leather sleeve binding her arms behind finished the effect by forcing her firm breasts out straight. The overall impact was incredibly sexual, the definition of desire, just right for a maiden's last walk.

He reached up and pulled on the bowstring that held her cape. The red cloth fell to the ground exposing her nakedness; he sat back to admire. Everything fit on her thin frame with eye-pleasing proportion, and the judicious bending forced by the harness enhanced the long sensual lines of her body.

He rode from the chair and stood by her. Every muscle in his body was screaming for him to ram his cock into her soft cunt, but he resisted. He was a cat playing with his prey. There was no escape for her, no salvation; there was nothing ahead for her but pain and penetration. She knew it; he knew it. He looked into her eyes and savored the look of absolute fear and submission. He ran his hand down her bare sides and over her flanks then began to massage her labia.