{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7fd17871-2527-4d3f-88b8-8eaa68e65617","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-08-08T10:12:26.476Z","title":"Parthian Pain","slug":"parthian-pain","shortId":"YMVIWcm1","authorNote":"This is a CBT story. I don't usually write CBT, but an idea had been floating around in my mind, and I decided it made a perfect topic for my experiments on NovelAI. All of the storyline is mine, and about 65% of the text. \n\nNote there is a little FGT (female genital torture) because I couldn't help myself. The MC is not \"sissified\" nor a wimp.","disclaimer":"Please don't reproduce elsewhere without written approval. No real historical characters were used or suggested.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A Parthian sub-prince is captured and enslaved by the Romans while trying to escape assassins. He is bought by a wealthy young Roman widow who appreciates his masochistic nature. But the assassins aren't done with him yet.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"0c761630-d767-457a-b02e-ce4270bb2946","title":null,"summary":" PARTHIAN PAIN\n\nby V. W. Singer\n\n\n\nMihrdat stood with\nhis back pressed hard against the thick t","wordCount":16896,"readTime":85,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

PARTHIAN PAIN

\n\n

by V. W. Singer

\n\n

Mihrdat stood with\nhis back pressed hard against the thick tent pole. He was naked, his\nbody glistening with sweat, and his erection jutted out rigidly in\nfront of him, its head angled upwards. The dancing girl giggled as\nshe knelt before him, teasing his cock with her fingernails. She made\ntiny, light scratches over his shaft.

\nHe closed his\neyes and groaned with pleasure, and he felt the lightest brush of her\nlips against the tip of his cock. She stroked it with her tongue,\nlicking him like a sweetmeat. Even though he was the prince and she\nwas but a dancing girl, she was controlling his arousal and his cock\nached with unsatisfied lust. He didn't want her to stop, but he also\nwanted to grab her head and make her take his whole length into her\nmouth and suck him dry. He tried to move his hands, but they were\ntied to the pole behind him with a silk scarf. He loved being\nerotically tortured.

\nThe dancing\ngirl knew exactly how to please a man, and she gave his cock several\nmore quick licks, then stood up, her pert breasts bobbing with her\nmovements. \"You are a very handsome prince,\" she purred.\nShe swayed and strutted in front of him, teasing him with her\nnakedness. His cock twitched and she giggled, made a disapproving\nexpression, waggled her finger at him, then slapped his cock with a\ntwisted length of silken fabric.

\nHe gasped and\nflinched away from her. It was a delightful pain that shot through\nhis cock, and his erection didn't subside one bit. If anything, it\nhardened even further.

\nShe made a tsk\nsound and then began to wind the silken rope around his penis,\nencasing it tightly in a cocoon of fabric. \"Such a naughty cock.\nI ought to —\"

\nThe prince\nnever discovered what she ought to do because an arrow slammed into\nher back to pierce her heart. He immediately realised that the arrow\nhad been meant for him, and he had only been saved by a sudden sway\nof the unfortunate girl's body. As she tumbled forward, he saw the\narcher standing outside the tent, already drawing another arrow. The\nprince snapped the fragile scarf binding his wrists and dropped down\nbehind the dancing girl's body, just as the assassin let fly. The\narrow slammed into the tent post where his head had been. The prince\nrolled across the floor, grabbed his sword which was leaning against\nthe camp bed, and flung a folding stool at the archer. The man dodged\nto the side, but the stool struck his knee and he staggered back. The\nprince leapt forward, leading with the point of his sword, which went\npast the assassin's bow and plunged into his groin. The archer\nscreamed horribly and fell, clutching at his ruined genitals. The\nkiller couldn't have come alone, and all this noise was going to\nbring his companions running. Spinning around, Mihrdat grabbed his\nmail shirt and helmet, slashed the back of his tent with the sword,\nand stumbled out into the darkness.

\nHe ran, first\nslipping his arms into the mail shirt, then clapping on his helmet.\nThe heavy rings settled into place around his body as he tightened\nhis belt, and he sped away into the night. To his relief, the killers\nhadn't cut the horse lines, and his mount was still there. He led her\naway from the camp, then climbed onto her back, and urged her into a\ntrot. He had to put as much distance between himself and the\nassassins before they realised he was not in camp and started after\nhim. Riding into the night, he tried to make sense of the events.\nThey weren't at war, despite the usual clashes with the bloody\nRomans, and as far as he knew, the King of Kings wasn't removing\nrivals or rebels. On the other hand, who knew what went on in court.\nIf he had to guess it was some kind of internecine feud, part of the\nconstant power jockeying that went on all the time. His heart was\nheavy at the thought of his friends and guards back at the camp, who\nwere likely all dead.

\nHis thoughts\nwere interrupted by the distant sound of hoof beats. He glanced back,\nbut couldn't see anything behind him. The pursuit had begun.
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***

\nThe terrain\nwas rocky and harsh. There were no convenient forests or dense brush\nto hide in, and Prince Mihrdat was steadily being driven towards the\ngreat Euphrates River. Judging from where he had started, he had to\nbe close to Sura. He dimly recalled that there was some kind of\ncrossing there, so perhaps he could get across the river and lose\nhimself on the other side. He took a sip from his saddle canteen and\nurged his tired horse on in a steady canter. The day was warm and\ngetting warmer. The prince looked back, and he could make out a\nsingle horseman riding towards him, about five hundred paces distant.\nThe others had been left behind, their horses worn out, but he knew\nthey would still be coming. This one would ensure they didn't lose\nhis trail and also keep the pressure on him so he couldn't stop to\nrest or eat. Peering into the distance, he saw the glimmer of\nsunlight on water, and what might have been people moving about near\nthe banks.

\nIt was too\nearly to hope, but he pressed on, the hoof beats of his mount\nbecoming muffled as the ground softened. The horse's breathing was\nheavy and laboured, and his own legs felt numb, but he dared not\ndismount to walk. The assassin was only a couple of hundred paces\nbehind him now, and if he dismounted, he'd be easily caught, or catch\nan arrow in the back like the unfortunate dancing girl, whose name\nhe'd never discovered. It would be easier to fight on horseback than\non foot, even if he wasn't equipped with a cataphract's armour and\nweapons. He rode past groups of workers, probably slaves, carrying\nall manner of goods and equipment, although he couldn't tell the\nnature of their business. He slowed and turned to look over his\nshoulder again, and frowned. The pursuer had stopped and was sitting\nin the middle of the road, apparently just staring. When he turned to\nface his front again he discovered why. Soldiers in Roman-style\narmour stood to either side of his horse, javelins, short swords, and\nbows all aimed at him. Prince Mihrdat realised he had ridden right\ninto a Roman raiding force, or what they would call a punitive\nexpedition. Given his armour and weapons, and the way he had been\nriding, they clearly assumed he was an army scout. \"Good\nafternoon,\" he said cheerfully in excellent Latin. \"I was\njust passing by on private business,\" he said, which was\nabsolutely true. The Romans didn't appear to be impressed, and the\njavelin throwers prepared to cast their pila.

\nAn officer\nshouted, \"Drop all your weapons and get off the horse.\" He\nspoke very loudly and slowly as if addressing a child, a very stupid\none.

\nThe prince\nsmiled at the officer. He knew he was an officer because of the funny\nsideways brush he wore on his head, although he couldn't remember\nwhat the Romans called them. He mentally snapped his fingers.\nCenturion. That was it. \"All right Centurion, I surrender, no\nneed to throw those pila at me.\"

\nThe officer\ngestured sharply, and two men stepped forward and took the reins of\nhis horse. Another man stood in front of him with a sword in hand.\nThe prince slid from the saddle, and one of the soldiers grabbed his\narms and bound them tightly behind his back. The centurion grinned.\n\"Scout or not, it doesn't matter. You're our prisoner now. Do\nyou have anyone who'll pay your ransom?\"

\nRansoms were\nnormal on both sides for nobles and the wealthy. Unfortunately,\nPrince Mihrdat suspected that anyone who came to pay his ransom would\njust drag him aside afterwards and cut his head off. \"I'm sorry,\nCenturion. No one is going to pay my ransom.\"

\nThe Centurion\nlooked over the prince's shoulder and at the assassin still sitting\nand watching in the distance. He chuckled. \"Been diddling\nsomebody's wife or daughter, have you?\" He turned to another\nsoldier and said, \"Where's the venalicious?\"

\n\"The\nslave trader's just crossing the river, Centurion. I'll go fetch\nhim,\" the trooper replied before trotting off.

\n\"Right\nthen, you stay there while I see what else we've caught,\" the\ncenturion said with a grin, and wandered off, yelling at his men.

\nThe prince sat\ndown and watched as the Roman soldiers sorted their prisoners. It\nappeared he was headed for slavery. He shrugged. Better than a few\narrows in the back before being hacked to death and having his head\ncut off as proof of his death. Then he glanced at the waiting\nassassin, who pointed a finger at him. It looked like they hadn't\ngiven up. Somebody must really want him dead. He sat staring glumly\ninto space, trapped between two extremely unpalatable options,\nalthough through the fog of despair, he had to admit that slavery\noffered a faintly better chance than a bloody death at the hands of\nprofessionals. After what must have been two hours, a man dressed in\ncivilian robes of Roman design walked up to him, followed by a slave\nbearing a large bag slung across the chest with a leather strap. In\nthe young man's hand was a set of joined wooden slats of rectangular\nshape. The prince recognised them as waxed writing tablets used by\nthe Romans.

\nThe man\napproached and prodded the prince with a boot-clad foot. \"I'm\ntold you speak Latin,\" he said.

\n\"I do,\"\nPrince Mihrdat said in a cultured tone. He guessed that this was the\nslaver, which meant his immediate future depended on this man.

\n\"I'm a\nvenalicious, and I've been sent by the Tribune in command to buy all\nyou people for slaves,\" the man said. He had an officious manner\nthat was clearly designed to make the prince feel he was inferior.

\nMihrdat\nignored the man's tone. \"Yes, the Centurion said you'd be here\nsoon. May I know your name?\"

\n\"Furius,\nFurius Paullinus.\" The slaver cocked his head and studied the\nprince with a shrewd businessman's eye. \"You look and sound like\na nobleman, but I'm told you can't offer a ransom. So you're going to\nbe a slave. But if you have skills, it can benefit both of us. I get\na bigger price, you get a better life. So tell me what you can do.\"

\nThe prince\nnodded. \"I understand. We have slaves in Parthia, just like you\nRomans. Well, I can read and write Latin, Greek, and Parthian. I can\ndo numbers and understand accounts. I'm a good rider and can use the\nsword, lance, and bow. Also, I can play the barbat and flute.\"\nHe made strumming motions with his hands and then mimed playing a\nflute.

\nThe slaver\nmade sure his slave took notes of this. Then his eyes narrowed in a\ncunning expression. \"You're a good-looking young man. There's a\nmore than even chance you'll be picked because some owner has the\nhots for you. Again, the more special you are, the better your price.\nThe happier I am, the happier you'll be. Trust me.\"

\nThe prince had\nbeen anticipating this. Slaves expected to be used sexually, in any\nway their owners pleased. Picking his words carefully he said, \"I\nlike to be … um, treated roughly, there.\" He gestured at his\ncrotch. \"Usually by women.\"

\nThe slaver had\nheard and seen everything and didn't even raise an eyebrow. \"And\nyou can keep yourself hard when they do such things?\" He smiled\nwhen the prince nodded. \"Good. Good. I can think of some people\nwho would pay a premium price for such skills.\" He patted the\nnew slave on the shoulder. \"What do you call yourself?\"

\n\"Mihrdat.\nMy name is Mihrdat,\" the young man said.

\nThe slaver\nfrowned. \"Romans prefer Greek names for slaves. Easier to\nremember and pronounce. Let me see. Hmm, how about Rhodon? That's a\nnice name.\"

\nThe prince\nshrugged. \"A good a name as any, I suppose. Rhodon I am then.\"
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\nChapter Two.

\nThe journey to\nthe Forum Romanum, the main slave market in Rome, wasn't too bad\nsince he was allowed to ride in the horse-drawn raeda rather than\nbeing marched all the way back to Italy. This was the first time\nPrince Mihrdat had set foot in the Roman homeland. He had heard\nstories about the greatness of Rome and its power, but he hadn't\nquite believed them. The massive temples, aqueducts, and roads he saw\nwere more imposing than the smaller, more human scale of Ctesiphon,\nthe Parthian capital. But right now, he had other things on his mind.\nThe Romans had taken his armour, weapons, and jewellery, so he was\ndressed only in a plain knee-length white tunic. They'd also removed\nthe leather ties from his long dark hair. He looked like any other\nslave. A wooden plaque had been hung around his neck, indicating what\nhe assumed were his selling points, just as if he were an ox. He was\nalso naked. Fortunately, it wasn't cold, and he had been allowed to\nbathe to make himself presentable, or more correctly, saleable.

\n\n

The Forum Romanum\nwas a huge rectangular open area that served as the political and\ncommercial heart of the city. It was filled with a mixture of shops\nand markets. The slave auction block stood in a quieter section close\nto the Senate. He stood on a low platform, grouped in a row together\nwith the other skilled slaves, craftsmen, artisans, cooks, dancers,\nGreek scholars, and the simply beautiful. From what the venalicious\ntold him, he fell into both the skilled and beautiful groups. He\nsuspected he was being promoted as having a sexual speciality too. He\nhoped he wouldn't end up in some manner of freak show.

\nThe auction\nwas held outside in the shade of a large awning, where the Roman\nelite could examine the goods. A small crowd of potential buyers\nstood in front of them, and the auctioneer, who was also the slaver's\nagent, was making a speech about each slave and what their selling\npoints were. The young women were often made to bend and spread, and\nwere physically handled by the potential buyers. Rhodon guessed this\nwas as much a test of temperament as physical quality. Any who showed\nreluctance or fear would have their price discounted, or they might\neven be withdrawn. There was no place for such slaves in the homes of\nthe rich. The men were mostly examined for their physiques and\nskills, although it was obvious that the better-looking ones would be\nused sexually. Some of the women buyers handled the men's penises\nwith much laughter and giggling amongst them. He noted one Roman\nwoman, of early middle age, slim, beautiful, and visibly wealthy.\nUnlike most of the other women present, she wasn't with a husband or\nfather, although she had male attendants and guards following her. He\nalso noted that the male slaves she examined tended to wince when she\nexamined their genitals. This didn't bother Rhodon. In fact the\nabsence of a man in the household might present him with\npossibilities of escape or greater freedom of action, so he watched\nthe woman's progress with interest.

\nThe woman,\nwhose name was Cornelia Metella, eventually reached him. She looked\nhim over, her gaze lingering on his crotch, before she stepped up on\nthe platform, and ran her hands over his body. \"They tell me you\nspeak Latin,\" she said as she stroked his chest and abdomen.

\nRhodon nodded.\n\"I do, Domina.\"

\nShe studied\nthe plaque hanging from his neck and pinched his nipple. \"You're\nvery well-built.\"

\nHe gasped.\n\"Thank you, Domina.\"

\nCornelia took\nhis penis and tugged at it. \"It says you can keep accounts and\ndo sums.\"

\nRhodon felt\nhimself getting hard. Normally, for a slave to get erect in front of\na free woman was an offence, but the slave sellers had informed him\nthat in this case, it was to be desired if she actually touched his\ncock. \"Yes, Domina.\"

\nCornelia\ncontinued to stroke his cock until it was fully hard, and roughly\nstripped back his foreskin to view the smooth head. \"Show me,\"\nshe said nodding at the large wax tablet on the floor beside him. She\nset him various writing and mathematical problems and watched him\nwrite them out, all the while with her hand gripping his cock. She\nexamined what he had written, while slowly stroking his hardness,\nraised an eyebrow, and nodded. \"Good enough,\" she said.\nThen she looked directly into his eyes and said, \"They also say\nyou can handle punishment well.\" Her fingernails dug into his\nhard cock as an indication of what she meant. While all slaves were\nsubject to punishment, they both knew that wasn't what she meant.

\nRhodon winced\nand then nodded. \"Yes, Domina. I enjoy that sort of treatment,\"\nhe said confidently.

\n\"Excellent,\"\nCornelia replied, and gave his cock a final stroke before she walked\noff to examine some other slaves. She won most of the auction bidding\nfor the slaves she really wanted, and after the praeco, the\nauctioneer, had awarded and settled the sale, all the slaves,\nincluding Rhodon, were loaded onto a wagon and their ankles shackled\nto chains bolted to the floor. Cornelia herself rode in a\nsedan-chair, escorted by her guards and various clients.

\n\n

They travelled west,\nand after leaving the city walls, passed by various villas and farms\nbefore heading up into the hills. When the wagon entered the\ntree-lined driveway of Villa Caecilia and stopped in one of the\ncourtyards, the slaves were unshackled and ordered to stand in a row\nwhile the vilicus and vilica, the male and female estate overseers,\nchecked the new slaves off against the purchase list. They were then\nled away to be registered and issued with working tunics. This left\nRhodon standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. The vilicus\ncame up to him and said, \"The last tabularius was killed by a\nrunaway horse team while inspecting the granary, so I'll be taking\nyou to his ala where all his records and materials are kept. I'll\ntell you as much as I know about the financial running of the estate\nand the Era's personal money affairs.\"

\n\"Era?\"\nRhodon said. \"Your pardon, I'm not familiar with the word.\"

\nThe overseer\ngrunted. \"Like Domina, but when referring to your particular\ndomina. Era. Got it?\" When Rhodon nodded his understanding, the\nvilicus led him into the villa. They passed through the atrium with\nits central pool and fountain and entered the slave quarters, which\nwere in a large separate wing of the villa. It was well appointed\nwith a large open living room and separate bedrooms for the male and\nfemale slaves. The vilicus pointed. \"The alea are over there.\nThat one is yours. The one with the ostium, the wooden door. Can't\nhave people running off with records.\"

\n***

\nIt was two\ndays later before Rhodon received a summons to attend upon Cornelia\nin the tablinum. The Domina's office was fronted with a vestibule\nsporting heavy curtains at either end to provide more privacy.\nAttending the summons, Rhodon entered the room and saw his mistress\nseated behind a desk, surrounded by bookcases, cabinets, and writing\ntables. Strikingly beautiful even when not made up to face the\npublic, Cornelia was wearing a short tunic that barely covered her\nbuttocks and breasts.

\n\n

\"Ah, Rhodon. I\nassume you've had the time to review our records,\" Cornelia\nsaid.

\nRhodon bowed\npolitely. \"I have, Era.\"

\nBriskly with\nevident knowledge, Cornelia shot a series of questions at him,\ntesting his familiarity with what he had studied. She smiled and\nnodded, evidently satisfied with his replies. \"I see you didn't\nlie about your abilities.\" She leaned back and steepled her\nfingers. \"With that business done, remove your tunic.\"

\nRhodon\nexperienced a brief confusion at the sudden change of topic, then\nbowed again. \"Yes, Era.\" Without further hesitation he\nuntied his rope belt and pulled his tunic off over his head. He stood\nnaked before his mistress, awaiting whatever she wished to do to him.

\nCornelia gave\nhim a quick once over, her gaze lingering on his crotch. She rose\nfrom the desk and said, \"Now, let's see if you're a good boy.\"\nMoving close to him, she placed one hand on his taut muscled shoulder\nand patted his cock with the other. \"Whenever you're naked in\nfront of me, I expect this to be erect and your foreskin drawn back,\njust like the pilum of my guards. Understood?\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra. Should I do it now?\" Feeling slightly silly, Rhodon\ndeliberately pulled back his foreskin until the head became taut and\nshiny, then began stroking his cock when she nodded her permission.

\nCornelia\nwatched him masturbate, and when his cock was suitably hard she said,\n\"Stop. That's enough.\" She tapped the quivering shaft,\ntesting its rigidity. \"Very nice. Now put your hands behind your\nback and stay like that.\" She waited for him to obey, then\ngently took hold of the end of his cock with her thumb and two\nfingers, and slowly rubbed it as she spoke. \"This is mine now.\nAll mine. I'll do whatever I want with it, and you will cooperate as\nif your life depended upon it. Fail me, and I'll have you castrated\nand sold to the salt mines. Is that clear?\"

\nRhodon's cock\nstiffened even more as he nodded. \"Yes, Era. I understand. My\ncock is yours to use as you will.\" Pride warred with fear, and\nboth were drowned by an incredible rush of arousal. Her fingers\ncontinued to play with his glans, making him shudder, and he bit back\na moan.

\nCornelia\nsmiled thinly as her fingers expertly teased the new slave's cock.\n\"I'm going to make you come. You will not move.\" She slid\nher fingertips down the underside of his cock, stroking his frenulum.

\nRhodon\nshivered, but managed to remain still. \"Yes, Era.\" His\nbreathing was already becoming heavy. He also understood that his\nopportunities to orgasm were now determined by his mistress's whim,\nand not his desires.

\nCornelia began\nslowly stroking the shaft of his cock, gently squeezing the head, and\nthen running her finger around his urethral opening. \"You have a\nvery nice penis,\" she commented. \"I'm going to really enjoy\nhurting it.\" Her hand slid up and down along his shaft. \"But\nnot right now.\" His obvious struggle not to make fucking motions\nwith his hips amused her greatly. By carefully controlling the speed\nand movements of her hand she kept Rhodon on the edge of climax, but\nnever quite reaching the peak. He was breathing heavily and his\nthighs trembled. It was so very amusing.

\nAfter about\nfive minutes, Rhodon couldn't stand it any longer. \"Era! Please,\nlet me come!\" He felt like he was about to explode.

\n\"No,\"\nshe replied with a malicious little smile, and continued to\nmasturbate him. The cock was so stiff and engorged that it even\nlooked painful, and she squeezed her thighs together. She couldn't\nexplain her love of playing with the cocks of her male slaves, or at\nleast selected ones, but it was powerful and real. Rhodon had the\npotential to be special because he enjoyed it. She was going to have\nso much fun with this quivering shaft. She would make it spurt like a\nvolcano and make him cry in agony, and always he would present his\nprecious organ to her, no matter what dark and terrible pleasures she\ntook with it. Finally, she decided it was time for him to come, to\nspill his seed hopelessly into the air. Perhaps some time she would\nlet him fuck one of the slave girls, but he would pay dreadfully for\nthat gratification. With that pleasant thought in mind, she leaned\nclose to his ear and whispered, \"Come, Rhodon.\"

\nRhodon gasped\nwith relief and ecstasy as a huge orgasm ripped through his loins,\nand his cock exploded. Somehow he managed to remain as still as a\nrock while she pumped him, drained him of his seed. But even when the\nlast drop had been extracted, she didn't stop. Her fingers squeezed\nand rubbed, pulled and pinched until Rhodon was in agony. He moaned,\n\"Please, stop.\"

\nCornelia\nslapped his balls with her free hand. \"No. You have to learn to\nstay hard when you've just come, so I can play with your cock as I\nplease, when I please. You don't go soft unless I allow it.\nUnderstand?\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra,\" Rhodon said with a shaking voice. His knees felt weak, and\nevery stroke of her hand made him cry out at the sheer intensity of\nthe sensation. \"Please, Era,\" he begged again. He didn't\nthink he could take much more of this.

\nCornelia\ncontinued to fondle and squeeze his cock until she was sure the poor\nboy was about to collapse from the pleasure and pain. Then her hand\nstopped. She waited until he gasped with relief, then smiled\nmaliciously. \"Again.\"

\n\"What?\"\nRhodon exclaimed in disbelief.

\n\"I said I\nwant to see you come again. Your seed is mine to drain as I please,\nand I want to see you do it again. Do you refuse?\" she asked\ndangerously.

\n\"N-no,\nEra. Of course not. It shall be as you command.\" His body shook,\nand he squeezed his fingers tight as she resumed stroking his cock.\nHe tried to control his breathing, but he couldn't stop whimpering as\nher fingers rubbed and stroked and massaged his cock and balls,\nbringing him back to full stiffness. He felt the pressure build, and\nit was as if the world shrank down to the core of his body, and\nsensations exploded from his cock as she drove him up the slope\ntowards the peak again. His cock ached, and she was rubbing harder\nthan before. She jerked hard on his foreskin as she masturbated him,\nthe first sign of pain appearing. Rhodon gritted his teeth and\nwhimpered. It was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't help\nhimself. The pleasure was intense, and his hips began to move\nunconsciously as he fucked her fist.

\n\"Stay\nstill!\" Cornelia snapped. \"I didn't give you permission to\nmove while I'm playing with your cock.\"

\n\"I'm\nsorry, Era,\" Rhodon said, every muscle straining. The sensations\ncoming from his cock were maddening. He badly wanted it to stop, and\nto never end at the same time. His hips continued to jerk, and his\ncock was becoming harder and harder. The sensations were\noverwhelming, and he knew he was going to climax soon. \"I'm\ngoing to come,\" he said hoarsely.

\nCornelia\ngrinned. \"Do it,\" she commanded. She rubbed harder and\nfaster. \"Come now,\" she ordered.

\nRhodon's\nentire body spasmed as he came, and his cock spurted over and over\nagain, the muscles in his groin aching with strain. Once again,\nCornelia did not stop stroking his cock, and his muscles writhed and\nstrained as the blinding pleasure of orgasm became a nearly\nunbearable surplus of erotic sensation that made him want to shout at\nher to stop. It was like thorns scraping his every nerve as he\nwrithed and shuddered. He almost fell to his knees as she continued\nto play with his screaming cock, grinning maliciously at his erotic\npain. When she finally stopped stroking and playing with his\noverstimulated cock, he almost slumped in relief. He was startled by\nthe sharp flick of her fingers that made it flap from side to side.

\n\"Always\nhard, or have you forgotten your duty so quickly?\" Cornelia\nsaid.

\n\"I'm\nsorry, Era,\" Rhodon gasped. He gritted his teeth and tried to\nforce himself to stay erect. It wasn't easy, since he had just had\ntwo orgasms. The pain of arousal was intense, but he managed to bring\nhis cock back to a semblance of stiffness.

\n\"Much\nbetter,\" Cornelia said. \"Remember, your cock belongs to me.\nYou'll keep it hard whenever you are naked in my presence, or suffer\nthe consequences. I'm not done with it, or you, just yet.\"

\nRhodon had\nbeen raised as a warrior, so the need to perform his duties\nregardless of tiredness or an aching body was something he knew well.\nAnd right now, Cornelia's orders held far more power than any weapons\nteacher or senior warrior. He had never been required to force an\nerection before in his life, it had always been the reverse, but that\nwasn't his concern right now, and he concentrated on getting his\nthrobbing cock back up before his mistress became angry. After some\nlong moments of embarrassing stroking of his cock, it finally\nresponded and came up to full hardness once more. Relief washed over\nhim, and he took his hand away and presented his cock to Cornelia.\n\"My cock is hard, as you commanded, Era.\"

\nThe wealthy\nyoung widow tapped Rhodon's cock thoughtfully. \"About time. So\nfar, you've been having a good time. I think this is the right moment\nto demonstrate how this —\" another tap \"— is really\nsupposed to serve me.\" Turning to her desk, she picked up a slim\nrod with a faint twisted texture, the length of her forearm. \"This\nis my Vitis. Our centurions use a bigger vinewood staff to discipline\nlegionaries. I will be using mine to discipline this pretty thing,\"\nshe said, and tapped Rhodon's cock with the slightly tapered end of\nthe rod.

\nA chill of\napprehension flowed through Rhodon's belly, but he had been expecting\nthis. \"I understand, Era,\" he said. \"I am at your\nmercy.\"

\nCornelia\nsmiled and stroked his cock gently, letting the rod follow the line\nof his shaft and brush against his balls. \"I'm glad you\nunderstand that. It means we'll get along well, since I do so enjoy\nthis.\" With a deft movement of her wrist, she rapped the cane\nagainst the shaft of his cock.

\nThe sensation\nwas uncomfortable rather than painful, but it made Rhodon's heart\nbeat faster. She was going to beat his cock. With his hands behind\nhim, he pulled his shoulders back and braced his legs. He was pleased\nto note his cock remained firm and angled upwards. His foreskin\nstayed drawn back, so the head of his cock was bare and completely\nvulnerable.

\n\"Good\nboy,\" Cornelia said, and she flicked the rod across the head of\nhis cock.

\nRhodon\nshivered at the sensation. The sharp stinging pain was very different\nto the gentle touches that had led up to this point, and he breathed\ndeeply as he waited for the next. It hadn't been hard enough to cause\na weal, but his cock pulsed at the point of impact. She had good\ncontrol. That was comforting. There was nothing more frightening than\na complete novice swinging a weapon. He realised she was looking at\nhis face to see how he reacted. He nodded and gave her a small smile,\nand waited to see if that angered her.

\nIt did not,\nand she returned the nod and then struck again, a bit harder.

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This time Rhodon\nwinced at the sting of pain, and he felt his cock throb even more.\nShe was good with the rod. Rhodon stood perfectly still and let her\ncaning continue. It was like a strange sort of torture, and he tried\nnot to flinch as she struck him again and again. He could feel his\ncock growing sore and bruised from the blows, and the skin around his\nglans was becoming raw and sensitive. But he knew he could take it,\nand he was determined to show her his courage.

\n\"I love\nseeing your cock bounce from each blow,\" Cornelia said.

\nRhodon\nclenched his jaw as she concentrated her blows on the head of his\npenis. The pain was sharp and intense, and he felt his cock throbbing\nand twitching. He couldn't help but move his hips as the blows\nlanded, and he gritted his teeth as she continued to strike him. His\ncock grew even harder and more sensitive, and he began to sweat. He\ngasped in relief when the rapping stopped, leaving his cock engorged\nand painfully throbbing.

\n\"I want\nto see you come again,\" Cornelia commanded, tapping the rod\nagainst her palm. She watched Rhodon as he played with his cock. She\nhad never seen anyone masturbate with such desperation before, and it\nwas fascinating. He was rubbing his very sore cock furiously, his\nhand flying up and down as he tried to bring himself to orgasm, all\nthe time inflicting even more pain. The head of his cock was red and\nswollen from the beating, and it seemed almost raw from the friction.\nYet he did not slow down or hesitate. His determination was\nimpressive, and Cornelia was greatly enjoying the view. She almost\nclapped her hands when he groaned, shuddered, and spurted a third\ntorrent, albeit reduced, of sperm onto the marble floor. Of course,\nshe couldn't let him have it so easy so she grabbed his cock and\npumped it vigorously, almost making Rhodon fall to the floor. When\nshe finally took pity on him and stopped she said, \"You're never\ngoing to fuck me. But I need satisfaction too, so get on your knees\nand down between my legs. I hope you know how to use your tongue.\"\nShe sat down on her chair, lifted the hem of her tunic and spread her\nknees apart. She loved the look of shock on Rhodon's face as he\nrealised what was expected of him. He hesitated for a moment, then\nknelt before her and tentatively put his mouth on her sex. She\ngrabbed his hair and pushed his head between her legs. \"More\nenthusiasm slave. Or do you find my cunt distasteful?\"

\nThe threat was\nblindingly obvious, so Rhodon immediately began to lick and suck at\nher sex as if his life depended on it. Which it did. His tongue\nflicked and swirled over her clit, and his lips gently caressed her\nlips and folds. To his relief, she was clean and didn't smell bad. In\nfact, her curl-covered cunt was very neat and pretty, so he threw\nhimself into the act with all the skill and effort he could muster.\nHe knew he was going to be spending a lot of time here, but if he was\nhonest with himself, he didn't mind pleasuring her this way. It was\nactually kind of nice, and her taste was sweet and musky.

\nCornelia\nleaned back and sighed with pleasure. Rhodon's technique was quite\ngood, and he was putting real effort into it. She was pleased with\nhow he didn't hesitate to put his tongue deep into her vagina, and\nthe way he lapped up and swallowed her juices. She found his cock\nwith her toes and roughly rubbed his abused organ as he worked. \"I'm\nnear. Don't you dare slow down, or I'll skin your cock and rub salt\non it.\"

\nRhodon kept\nlicking and sucking and kissing as her body began to shudder and\ntwitch. He felt her vaginal muscles contract around his tongue as she\ncame, and her juices poured into his mouth. He drank eagerly,\nsavouring her taste and kept licking her until she stopped shaking,\nthen looked up at her for confirmation that she was satisfied.
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Chapter Three

\nRhodon wasn't\nsimply a brainless sex toy, and he soon found himself immersed in the\nday to day running of the estate and Cornelia's overall finances. And\nyet, she might at any moment call him over and grab his cock. Often\nshe would simply stroke him to hardness under his tunic, then walk\naway chuckling at his throbbing frustration. He was not allowed to\nmasturbate without permission, so he frequently went to sleep with\nhis cock sticking up into the air and his groin aching with\nunsatisfied lust. He also had to deal with the shame of being watched\nby the other slaves. It was rare for there not to be a single slave\naround, especially the serving girls who attended to Cornelia's\nneeds.
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\nCornelia decided that he should entertain her\nduring the evening meal. While she reclined on a couch in the\ntriclinium, she had him stand naked before her, obeying her\nhumiliating sexual commands. She loved seeing him in a state of\npainful arousal, his cock hard and erect, throbbing with need as he\nstroked himself in front of her. She had given him strict\ninstructions to come as soon as possible, so that his cock could be\nwhipped into an erection again. \"Wait,\" she said, holding\nup a hand glistening with beef fat. \"I want to see you slap your\ncock. Both hands, one side, then the other.\" Her hand waved from\nside to side in illustration.

\nHe hesitated,\nthen raised his hands and slapped his cock from side to side. The\npain was intense, and his cock jumped with each smack. The flesh of\nhis glans stung and burned, and his entire groin ached with strain.\nBiting his lip to keep from crying out, he continued to slap his\ncock. It was red and sore by the time she allowed him to finish, but\ncontinued to jut out proudly.

\nCornelia\ngestured for him to come closer. She placed a lump of meat and a\ndrizzle of sauce on the end of Rhodon's cock. \"I want you to be\nmy platter tonight,\" she said.

\nThe hot meat\nand sauce, and the salt in it burned his sore cock. Rhodon bit back a\nhiss, then carefully shifted his hips to present his cock to his\nmistress's mouth. \"Yes, Era.\"

\nCornelia\nleaned forward and took a bite of the meat, then licked up a trickle\nof sauce that dripped down his cock. \"You're delicious,\"\nshe said, licking her lips. Her teeth had deliberately grazed his\ncock in passing, and she smiled as she chewed, spotting the tiny\nquiver of his toned cavalryman's thighs. \"This works well on her\ncunt as well,\" she said, nodding her head in the direction of\nher body slave, a tall blonde-haired young woman who stood silently\nat the end of the couch, ready to serve more food or fill Cornelia's\ncup with watered wine. \"Doesn't it, Epona?\"

\nThe slave girl\nnodded. \"Yes, Era. My cunt holds the juices better than a cock.\"\nIt was apparent she was accustomed to her mistress's sexual manners.

\nCornelia\nplaced another serving on Rhodon's cock. \"Do you like my method\nof serving meat, Rhodon?\"

\n\"I am\nhonoured that you use me in this way, Era,\" Rhodon replied,\nshifting his hips so that the meat would not fall off his cock, and\nthen stiffened when her teeth scraped his cock once more, this time\nrasping over the sensitive knob. It hurt, but he was more concerned\nthat he might accidentally come in her mouth. He wondered if she\nwould be amused or have him flogged. Or both. He quivered as her\nteeth playfully worried at his out-thrust cock. Tiny shards of pain\nfilled his swollen organ, arousing as much as hurting.

\n\"So\ndelicious,\" Cornelia said. \"I do hope I don't take too\nlarge a bite.\" Her tone was flat enough to not be an obvious\njest. Her teeth closed around the base of the flared knob, just hard\nenough to be terrifying, and her tongue danced across the tip,\nteasing the urethral opening. Then she pulled back, letting her teeth\nscrape his cock along the way.

\nRhodon held\nhis cock very still as she adorned it with various foods, all of\nwhich seem to sting or burn, and delicately ate them off. The slow,\nextended and malicious teasing made his cock ache with frustrated\nstimulation, and it was nearly impossible not to move his cock, just\na little, when it was inside her mouth. Then finally she was done.

\nCornelia\nsnapped her fingers and pointed in front of Rhodon. \"Epona, on\nyour knees in front of our tabularius. Mouth open. Be very still.\"\nHer gaze shifted to Rhodon. \"Come into her mouth. Your cock is\nnot to touch her lips, just your seed.\"

\nRhodon looked\ndown at the slave girl as he slowly approached her. Epona was pretty,\nwith golden hair, blue eyes, and a slim but buxom figure. She was\nclearly young, and probably from some Germanic or Gallic tribe. He\nhad grown up with slaves around him, but now that he was one himself,\nhe found he felt bad about being part of the humiliation of a fellow\nslave. But then he saw a quick smile on her lips and a wink of her\neye before she opened her mouth wide, and suddenly his need to come\nreturned in full force, and his hand began stroking his\nsauce-encrusted cock. He found having Cornelia watch him masturbate\nto be increasingly arousing, and despite the battered state of his\ncock, he was able to quickly bring himself to the edge of orgasm.\n\"I'm coming,\" he said to Epona in warning.

\nEpona didn't\neven flinch as the hot seed spurted onto her face and into her open\nmouth. Her gaze was steady and focused on Rhodon's face, and her\nmouth remained open until he was done, with his seed pooled around\nher tongue. She turned her head so that Cornelia could see, and\nswallowed when her mistress nodded.

\nCornelia was\npleased at Rhodon's performance, and how Epona obeyed her perfectly.\nShe knew that many of her Roman peers would not approve of her sexual\nuse of slaves, but that was because she was a widow and couldn't hide\nbehind the veil of her husband's desires. But she was wealthy and of\na powerful family, and she knew they were all nothing but hypocrites.\nShe sipped her watered wine and pointed at Rhodon's cock. When the\ntabularius bowed and hurriedly began playing with himself in order to\nrestore his erection, she looked at Epona speculatively. \"I've\nnever required that of you so far, but just because your arousal is\nless um, thrusting, that is no reason for you to avoid serving me\nproperly. From now on, when you appear nude before me, I expect your\ncunt to be aroused and ready. Your clit should be hard, your lips\nswollen, and your hole nice and wet. Fail and you will be punished.\"

\nEpona knelt\nand bowed deeply. Her position as body-slave was a privileged one, so\nshe would do absolutely anything to maintain the favour of her\nmistress. \"Yes, Era. It shall be as you command. My cunt shall\nbe as wet and ready as that of the finest brothel meretrix or\ndelicatae. It has always been at your service, Era.\" She glanced\nsideways at Rhodon's quiveringly hard cock and felt a flush tinge her\ncheeks.

\n***

\nRhodon took a\ndeep breath and looked up at the bright blue sky. The day was warm\nand pleasant, and the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of\nflowers. He was in a good mood as he rode toward the granary, eager\nto inspect the latest harvest and ensure the estate's financial\nhealth. As he approached the granary, he turned his gaze to the ridge\nof the hills in the distance at the periphery of the estate, and then\nfrowned. He shaded his eyes and stared. It looked like there was a\nfigure on a horse sitting on the hilltop, looking in his direction.\nBut who would be lurking there? It was odd, and he had an uneasy\nfeeling in the pit of his stomach. Apart from cavalrymen and official\nmessengers, horses were a luxury few could afford. He shook his head.\nHe was probably concerned over nothing, he told himself. With that,\nhe resumed his inspection. However, he did make a mental note to\nmention it to Cordelia. There was the possibility of bandits looking\nover the estate. Roman politics were unstable in Rome, and that meant\nmore outlaws. He finished the inspection quickly, then rode his\ndonkey back to the main house, his mind filled with figures and\ncalculations.

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***

\n\"The\nharvest records tally with what's in the granary. Stealing isn't more\nthan to be expected,\" he said to Cornelia that evening, as he\nreported his findings.

\nShe studied\nhis notes on the wax tablets. \"That's good. I hate having to\nflog the field slaves, or a greedy overseer.\" She grinned. \"I'd\nmuch rather flog that tool of yours.\"

\nRhodon\ndismissed his concerns, smiled, and bowed. \"I'm at your service,\nEra.\"

When she gestured at\nhis tunic he quickly stripped it off. He had wiped himself down with\na basin of scented water before coming, so he was not unpleasantly\nsweaty from the day's work. He still worked out with spear and sword\neach morning, so his body remained lean and hard, despite the\nrelatively easy life he now lived. His cock was erect before he had\nentered the room, so it was hard and ready as the mistress required,\nand jutted out proudly in front of him. With a flick of his finger\nand thumb, he pulled back his foreskin to expose the smooth head, and\nthen placed his hands behind his back and waited.

\nCornelia\nsmiled and gestured to Epona. \"Come here and play with his cock\nwith your hands. Don't make him come unless I say so.\"

\nEpona gently\nstroked Rhodon's cock, her fingers teasing around the head and down\nthe shaft. She squeezed and pumped her hand, stroking him slowly,\nuntil his breathing became heavier. She had been a virgin when she\nwas captured, and this was the first time she had actually touched a\nman's organ, although she had observed her mistress play with\nRhodon's cock, so she knew what to do. However, she feared she might\nmake him come by accident, so the movements of her hand were hesitant\nand uncertain.

\nRhodon\nrealised her problem and hid a smile. Whispering, he said, \"Don't\nworry, I'll tell you if I'm getting close.\"

\n\"Thank\nyou,\" she said softly. \"I don't want to be flogged.\"

\nCornelia\nnoticed their exchange but let it pass. She stood and walked around\nthem, inspecting the slave girl's technique. \"Slower,\" she\ncommanded. \"Work the foreskin up and down.\"

\nEpona nodded\nand did as she was ordered. She was fascinated at how the man's cock\nfelt in her hand, so hard, and yet so soft. She had not realised how\nsensitive a man's thing was, and had always imagined a cock as a\nsolid thing that thrust into a woman's parts like a spear with no\nmore feeling than someone's fist and forearm. But she could feel him\ntremble and shake in response to the smallest movement of her hand.\nWhen she looked up at his face, she could see his eyes were glazed\nand his lips trembled. Her own nipples tingled in sympathy with his\narousal. She felt the heat radiating from his groin, and she smelled\nhis musk and sweat. Then she saw Cornelia gesture her away with a\nbrusque wave of her hand. She hastily snatched her hand away, just in\ntime to avoid the snap of the supple leather strap, which hit\nRhodon's cock with a thump and snap.

\nWarned by the\nremoval of Epona's hand, Rhodon took the blow to his cock without\nflinching, letting the fiery pain flow from his cock down into his\ngroin. This was the first time she had whipped his cock, and to his\nsurprise he found it interesting. His cock pulsed in response, as if\nwanting more. He kept his hands behind his back and spread his legs\nwide to give his mistress easier access to his genitals.

\nCornelia\nnoticed his reaction and nodded her approval. She moved around to the\nother side, swung the strap around in a circle, feeling the weight\nand motion of the leather, then struck the waiting cock again. She\nsmiled when she saw it twitch, and bounce up and down as if he were\ncoming. Doing things to that firm, swollen shaft was so enjoyable,\nespecially when she knew he was responding erotically to her\nministrations. It was amazingly satisfying, like playing with a toy.

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Epona stared at the\ncock as it twitched and flexed. She was amazed that it was still so\nhard after being struck with such force. She had heard the thump and\nseen how the cock had swung around, but thought that surely it had to\ngo soft in the manner she had seen happen to her brothers. When her\nmistress gestured for her to resume her stroking, she responded\neagerly and wrapped her fingers around the waiting cock and caressed\nit lovingly. She could see and feel the red stripes across its\nsurface, and she wondered if it hurt. But she was surprised when it\nthrobbed and bounced in her hand, and a spurt of fluid hit her thumb.\nAlarmed, she looked up at his face, but was reassured by his smile\nand shake of his head.

\n\"Just\nwhat comes out when I'm strongly aroused. But I am getting closer,\"\nhe said, his eyes heavy-lidded from the pleasure.

\nThen Cordelia\ngestured again, and Epona watched in fascination as the leather lash\nsnapped and bit at the cock that shook and trembled in front of her\nface. She could tell that it hurt him, but she was certain he found\npleasure in it too. The mistress had never whipped her cunt, not yet\nat least, and she wondered if she would respond similarly. She felt\nthe heat radiating from Rhodon's loins, and the smell of his sweat\nfilled her nostrils. She licked her lips unconsciously, and then when\nthe strap struck the cock again, her hand went between her legs to\nsqueeze. If he had simply been crying and begging, she might have\nfelt pity, but it was obvious that something else was going on. He\nwas in pain, but there was more. For one, his cock remained rock hard\nunder the lash, standing proud and almost defiantly. Epona wasn't\nsexy cruel like her mistress, and she would never hurt someone else\nfor fun, but seeing it happen, and seeing how Rhodon responded, made\nher cunt burst into flame. She rubbed her clit with her finger, and\nimagined what it would feel like to have that cock thrusting into\nher. She wondered if it would hurt, and whether she would care.

\nRhodon saw the\nexpression on Epona's face, and knew that she was feeling aroused by\nthe torture of his cock. He could see the flush on her cheeks, and\nthe way her lips had parted. He knew he would never get to fuck the\nmistress, but he wondered if he might have a chance with the slave\ngirl.

\nCornelia\nwatched the emotions flicker across the slave girl's face. She had\ntrained Epona well, and the girl knew better than to touch herself\nwithout permission in front of her. \"Epona! What are you doing?\"

\nThe girl\njumped and guiltily pulled her hand away from her groin. \"Nothing,\nEra!\"

\n\"I should\nthink not.\" The mistress walked over and grabbed the girl by the\nhair, pulling her head back painfully. \"I think Rhodon's cock\nneeds a rest. Get on your back and pull your knees up and apart. Show\nme you can handle it as well as he can.\" She grinned when the\ngirl obediently spread her legs. Cornelia stood astride the supine\ngirl's head and looked down at her exposed cunt. She reached down and\nran her fingers through the golden curls, enjoying the feel of the\nsoft hair and the warm flesh. \"You have a pretty little cunt, my\ndear.\" She parted the soft lips to view the pinkness inside.

\n\"Thank\nyou, Era,\" Epona said from her position on the floor.

\n\"Now hold\nvery still. I want the lash to fall here,\" Cornelia said and ran\nher finger along Epona's slit. \"I won't be as gentle as I was\nwith Rhodon, since this is a punishment.\"

\nEpona was\nscared. She knew that the mistress would never rip her flesh with the\nwhip, but the threat was real. \"I understand, Era. I'm sorry.\nI'll be good.\"

\n\"See that\nyou are.\" Cornelia swung the lash casually, then flicked it with\na snap against the girl's labia. She enjoyed the sight of the\nquivering it caused and the darker shade of pink it painted on her\npale skin, and she was pleased by how Epona bit her lip and\nwhimpered, but didn't cry out or squirm away. She smiled and struck\nagain. This time the girl jerked her hips up involuntarily but made\nno sound other than a muffled gasp.

\nEpona had\nnever had her cunt punished before, and previously might have been\nshocked, but after seeing her mistress's treatment of Rhodon, it\nseemed only fair and reasonable that her genitals be used the same\nway. She was devoted to her mistress, who was generally kind and\ngenerous to her. She had expected she might be used sexually at some\ntime, although this was a surprise, but she felt neither fear nor\nresentment. The whip struck again, making her cry out, and her hips\ninstinctively rocked down as if to shield her cunt, but she quickly\npushed it back up so that her cunt was once again exposed to the\nmistress. She was surprised by how her body reacted, as the fiery\npain in her cunt quickly transformed into a burning itch, and the\nmore it burned, the more she wanted to be whipped. She had always\nbeen highly sexed, which was why the mistress had selected her to be\nher body slave in the first place, but she had not thought she had\nsuch inclinations. The whip struck again, biting right into her slit.\nShe clenched her toes and writhed her hips, and wished she could rub\nher cunt … or spread her cunt lips for the whip. This last thought\nshocked and surprised her. Perhaps she was more like Rhodon than she\nimagined.

\nRhodon watched\nthe proceedings with interest. It was strange to see the mistress\ntake pleasure from punishing another woman's cunt, and yet he felt no\nsympathy for Epona because he sensed she was enjoying it as much as\nhe had. He wondered what it felt like for a woman to have her cunt\npunished. She obviously was finding it as arousing as he had, but was\nit similar? Or were women built differently?

\nCornelia\nsmiled to herself as she saw the reaction on Epona's face and the way\nthe girl's hips rolled as if offering her cunt to the lash. She had\nbeen planning to train the girl to the lash, but Rhodon had fallen\ninto her hands and she had been distracted by having too much fun\nwith his beautiful cock. But now it was time, and there was no reason\nwhy she couldn't have fun with both of them simultaneously. She\nstepped away from Epona's head and walked around the girl's body. She\nknelt beside Epona's hip, then raised the lash and slapped it against\nthe girl's exposed cunt. The girl gasped and quivered, making\nCornelia smile. Close to her target now, she said, \"Spread\nyourself, girl. Open wide for me. Show me your most delicate parts so\nthat I can hurt them.\" She laughed when the girl hesitated for\nonly a moment, and then she felt her heart beat faster as she saw the\ngirl's fingers reach down to spread her cunt lips. Cornelia looked\nover at Rhodon and saw he was watching avidly. She nodded approvingly\nat him when she saw him briefly stroke his cock to maintain the\nhardness of his erection. \"Keep that thing hard,\" she\nwarned.

\n\"I will,\nEra,\" Rhodon said. He didn't add that watching what she was\ndoing to Epona certainly helped.

\nLooking back\nat Epona's spread cunt, she swished the leather strap and laughed\nwhen she saw the slave girl flinch. She draped the lash over her\nsplayed cunt and drew the supple leather over it. \"So pretty.\nNow hold very still.\" She raised her arm and snapped the lash\ndown on the girl's exposed clitoris, making sure it hit with the\nheavy knot of the strap. She enjoyed the sight of the girl's hips\nthrusting up and her squeal of pain. \"Keep it spread, or I'll\nreally give you something to scream about.\" She struck again,\nthis time aiming for the tempting target of her vaginal opening.

\nEpona bit her\nlip and arched her hips as the lash struck, but kept her fingers\npressed into her soft cunt flesh to keep it open. She had never\ndreamt that such pleasure and pain could come from being whipped on\nthe inside of her sex. \"My cunt is yours to use, Era. I only\nwish to serve.\"

\nCornelia\nnodded in approval. \"Good girl. Keep it spread.\" She swung\nthe strap again and hit the girl's inner labia, and then her clitoris\nonce more, careful to hit with the knot, so she knew the girl would\nfeel the bite of the leather. She was greatly enjoying this and\nchided herself for not trying out Epona's cunt earlier. Her hand\nswung the whip again, and she watched avidly as the leather smacked\ninto the delicate pink insides of the slave girl's cunt. Epona's\nvagina and anus clenched tight, and she laughed. The knot of the lash\nleft a small red bruise each time it struck, and Cornelia\nconcentrated on painting the slave girl's cunt with red marks.

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\nEpona cried out with each blow of the lash, and she rolled her\nhips in pain and pleasure. Her body jerked with each strike, and she\nmoaned loudly as the fire built inside her cunt. By the time the lash\nceased to kiss her painfully spread sex, she was both crying and\npanting heavily.

\n\"You did\nwell,\" Cornelia said, giving the girl a pat on her multiply\nbruised genitals.

\n\"I only\nwish to serve, Era,\" Epona said, blinking away the tears that\nblurred her vision.

\nCornelia\npulled aside the hem of her tunic. \"Now get your tongue in here\nwhile I finish playing with Rhodon's cock. You have my permission to\ncum if you can lick me properly.\"

\n\"Thank\nyou, Era!\" Epona said. She pushed herself up to her knees and\nburied her face between Cornelia's thighs. With practised skill, she\nlicked and sucked the soft inner folds and stiffened her tongue to\npenetrate the woman's vagina. Her eyes were half-closed as she\nserviced her mistress, but she was still aware of the whip striking\nRhodon's cock, and the image of it jumping and jerking filled her\nmind.

\nThe lash\ndanced and stung his cock like a maddened snake, but Rhodon pushed\nhis hips out and stubbornly presented his cock to his mistress for\nmore punishment. Pain stabbed his groin like a spike when the knot of\nthe lash hit the smooth head, forcing a cry of pain from his lips. He\ncould see the lash leaving bright red welts on his penis, but he\ncouldn't tear his gaze from the sight of his cock being whipped. He\nwanted to please her, and the pain was part of being a warrior. Not\nto mention, it made him hot.

\nCornelia\nshortened her grip on the lash for better control, and then said,\n\"Hold your cock still for me. I want to work on the head. Don't\nlet it move.\"

\nWithout\nhesitation, Rhodon obeyed. He gripped his cock firmly and pulled the\nforeskin back and taut, which made the head of his cock tighten and\nshine. Then he adjusted its angle so that it jutted perpendicular to\nhis body and convenient to her lash.

\nCornelia swung\nthe little whip casually, enjoying the sight of his cock jumping as\nif it were a living creature trying to escape the lash. She laughed\nand swung it harder, twirling the strap so that the knot repeatedly\nsmacked into the smooth crown of the glans, which was already bright\npink and swelling with blood.

\nRhodon gritted\nhis teeth as the lash bit his cock again and again. The pain was\nintense, and it felt like she was striking the very centre of his\nmanhood. She had been quite careful in hurting his cock so far, but\nhe knew that more severe and intense tortures were inevitable, and he\nhad been mentally preparing himself for them. In fact, he would\nimagine them whenever he needed to masturbate his cock to hardness\nfor the mistress, in an attempt to associate in his mind the torture\nof his cock with the arousal and pleasure he felt.

\nEpona moaned\ninto Cornelia's cunt as she felt her clitoris throb in response to\nRhodon's pain. The thought of his cock being tortured filled her mind\nwith vivid images, and she thrust her tongue into Cornelia's vagina\nwith vigour as she rubbed her swollen clitoris against the mistress's\nleg. She whimpered softly as she licked the wet sex, and she rolled\nher hips as if she were the one being punished.

\nCornelia\npaused her whipping and said, \"Don't cum until you make me cum,\nor else I'll whip your cunt again.\" She grinned as she felt the\ngirl's tongue double its efforts. She was close to her own climax, so\nshe said, \"Keep doing that,\" and returned her attention to\nRhodon's cock. \"Push it against your belly, straight up. I want\nto hit the underside,\" she said, gesturing with the whip. She\nwatched as Rhodon pushed his cock up and flat against his body,\nexposing the sensitive underside of the glans. Then she took careful\naim with the shortened length of the whip and began hitting that\nespecially delicate part of his cock with quick snapping blows that\nmade Rhodon grunt and gasp in response to the sharp and intense pain.\n\"Don't you love my caresses?\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra. Please play with my cock,\" Rhodon said as he tried to\nabsorb the stabbing jolts of fire that seared his manhood. It seemed\nto him that the lash was burning through the skin and directly\nstriking his nerves, and he wondered if there was a way to train his\ncock to accept this sort of torture. His cock was still hard and\npointing upwards as he tried to ignore the agony and enjoy the\nintense sexual stimulation.

\nCornelia\nsmiled at the intensity of his responses. She had chosen well with\nhim, she decided. She tossed the whip aside and grabbed his cock in\nher hand and vigorously stroked it with an expert touch. \"You've\nbeen good. Now come for me. I want to watch your cock spurt its\nseed.\"

\nRhodon gasped\nin relief at the sudden absence of pain, and then moaned as she\nstroked his cock. He glanced down and watched Cornelia's hand\nskilfully working his shaft, as well as Epona licking and sucking at\nher mistress's cunt. Suddenly his body stiffened as the start of his\norgasm gripped him. \"I'm coming, Era.\"

\nCornelia felt\nthe cock in her hand pulse and stiffen even more, and she came as the\nmilky jets of fluid shot out of the tiny slit at the tip. Her knees\ntrembled, and she grabbed Epona's head for support, but continued to\nstroke Rhodon's cock after the last drop of his seed had run down his\nshaft, and giggled as he shuddered and moaned at the surfeit of\nsensation that was a kind of torture in itself. She released her grip\non the now softening organ and said, \"So nice to see how much\nyou like your mistress's attentions. Now give me a kiss and be off. I\nhave a lot to do,\" she said, holding out her hand.

\nRhodon shook\nhis head briskly, as if flinging water from his hair to clear his\nhead. The throbbing ache in his cock made it hard to think. He smiled\nand leaned forward to kiss the back of Cornelia's hand and started to\nturn away. Then he frowned and turned back. \"Era, do you have\nbandits in this district?\"

\n\"There\nare bandits in every district, despite the best efforts of the\nSenate. Why do you ask?\"

\nRhodon told\nher about what he had seen at the granary. \"It may be nothing,\nbut I thought I should tell you.\"

\nCornelia\nnodded. \"As you say, probably nothing. But I'll tell the vilicus\nto alert the guards.\"
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\n\n

Chapter Four.

\nThe shepherd\nsat on the hillside chewing on a piece of dry bread as he watched the\nflock grazing. It was getting towards evening, and he would have to\ndrive the animals back to the corral soon, and he could have a proper\nmeal. He saw several of the sheep look up in his direction, and he\npicked up his staff and slowly looked around him, alert for wolves or\neven some predator, escaped from a circus or some careless venator.\nBut he saw and heard nothing, so he relaxed and leaned on his staff.\nSomething flickered in front of his eyes, but he hadn't begun to\nreact before a line of fire bit into his neck and both breath and\nblood were suddenly cut off. His eyes bulged, and his tongue stuck\nout as his fingers clawed at the strong, thin line that was buried\ndeep into the flesh of his throat.

\nThe assassin\nused his dagger to cut a symbol into the dead shepherd's chest. The\nstupid Romans wouldn't know what it meant, but it was known to many\nParthians, such as his current target. If required, he would risk\nmaking his way into the latifundium and past the guards to get at his\nman, but he would try spooking his quarry first. If he could make his\ntarget run, it would be a safer and easier kill. After all, he was an\nassassin, not some iron-head cataphract.
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***

\nThe sun had\neased low towards the horizon, and the shepherd's assistant looked\naround for his master. The shepherd was usually punctual about\nreturning to the corral at sunset, but the sky was darkening and he\nwas getting worried. He snapped a finger for his dog, and set out\ntoward the grazing grounds. The dog trotted at the man's side for a\nfew hundred paces, but then it suddenly stiffened and raised its\nnose, sniffing the air. The young man looked at it curiously, and\nthen he stopped as the dog darted away and disappeared over the edge\nof a ridge. The young man ran after the dog, calling it. When he\nreached the top of the ridge, he stopped short in surprise at what he\nsaw. The shepherd's body was lying on the ground and framed by the\ngrass, his neck open to reveal red muscle and bone. The assistant saw\nthe strange symbol carved into the dead man's bare chest and bit his\nthumb in terror. \"Jupiter protect me,\" he groaned and ran\nfor the estate, the animals forgotten.

\n***

\nRhodon thought\nagain of Epona's cunt being whipped. The memory kept his cock\ntwitching constantly since he had watched it happen. The Parthian had\nno desire to whip her himself, although the thought that his mistress\nmight allow him to fuck the slave girl was appealing. On the other\nhand, he would not mind seeing Cornelia whip her cunt again. He\nwondered in what other ways a woman's cunt could be tortured for the\nmistress's pleasure. He gathered the stack of writing slates that\nneeded Cornelia's approval and went in search of her. In the end he\nfound Cornelia in the courtyard, chatting with the head of the\nkitchen staff.

\nThe kitchen\nmanager was a short, balding man whose tunic was stained and spotted\nwith grease, and he seemed to be almost dancing in his anxiety. \"But\nEra, they have not delivered the lamb today. I can't cook what I\ndon't have.\"

\nCornelia\ntapped her fingers against her thigh impatiently. \"I'll have\nsomeone look into it. In the meantime, I'll have roast swan and\nstewed pork tonight.\" She noticed Rhodon standing in the doorway\nand waved her hand. \"Rhodon. I haven't seen the vilicus today.\nCan you look into the slaughter and delivery of lamb. There appears\nto be a problem.\"

\nRhodon bowed.\n\"Of course, Era.\" Then he jiggled the stack of slates\nsuggestively.

\nCornelia\nnoticed and sighed. \"All right. I'm heading to my cubicula to\nwash up. Come with me and I'll attend to those documents.\"

\nRhodon\nfollowed Cornelia into her cubicula, which was a small but elegant\nroom with a bed, couch, small altar to Venus, and a shelf of scrolls.\nEpona was there, with a basin of water and a clean towel ready.

\nCornelia\nundressed with no concern for the presence of the two slaves, and\nnodded to Epona.

\nEpona\nmoistened the towel and gently rubbed her mistress down with it. She\nstarted with her arms and legs, working the towel over every inch of\nskin. Then she moved on to her mistress's torso and back, stroking\nand patting every curve and crevice. She paused at her mistress's\nbreasts, cupping and squeezing them in the towel as if they were soft\nfruits, and then she moved on to Cornelia's flat, muscular belly.\nFinally, she knelt between her mistress's legs and carefully dabbed\nat the pink flesh of her vulva, and back between her buttocks.

\nRhodon watched\nwith growing excitement as Epona washed her mistress's body. He found\nhimself wishing that it was his hands rubbing and caressing her\ncurves, and his mouth lapping up the droplets of water that clung to\nher skin. In a way, this was good as it helped keep his cock hard as\nhe waited.

\nCornelia sat\non a chair and raised a neat pink foot for Epona to clean, then held\nout a hand towards Rhodon, who placed a slate and stylus in her hand.

\nAs Rhodon\nhanded her the slates, Cornelia gave each document a cursory glance\nand then made notes on each in neat, precise writing. Her long,\nelegant fingers curled around the stylus, and Rhodon couldn't help\nbut think how they would look wrapped around his cock.

\n\"All\ndone?\" Cornelia asked.

\n\"Yes,\nEra. Should I attend to the matter of the sheep now?\"

\n\"In good\ntime. Get your shift off,\" she said. She studied his taut\nmuscled body approvingly. \"I'm told you practise with weapons\nevery morning.\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra. It is something I've been taught to do since I was a child,\"\nRhodon said.

\n\"I\napprove, since it obviously keeps you in good shape. Is there\nanything you need? Scutum, pilum, whatever.\"

\n\"Well, if\nit would not be presumptuous, I would like to have access to a bow\nand arrows. Parthian style if possible. In addition to maintaining my\nskill with the bow, it will keep my chest, shoulder, and back muscles\nstrong.\" He rotated his shoulder in demonstration.

\nCornelia\nstudied the flowing movement of his muscles and smiled. \"If it\nkeeps you in good form, then certainly. I'm sure the guard armourer\ncan find you something. Hand me a slate and I'll approve it.\"\nShe studied his nude form, chuckled and added, \"Perhaps I should\nadd Personal Bodyguard to your title.\"

\n\"It would\nbe an honour to guard your body, Era,\" Rhodon said and bowed\nextravagantly.

\n\"I think\nI should examine your hasta,\" she said, pointing to his cock.\nHasta, or short thrusting spear, seemed an appropriate description\nand Rhodon grinned as he paced closer to his mistress, his cock\nleading the way. Rather than just grabbing his cock, he felt her\nhands stroke his thighs, feeling the tight bands of muscle that\nflexed and tensed under her touch.

\n\"Turn\naround,\" she commanded. When he obeyed, she ran her fingertips\nover his rock-hard buttocks and trailed her fingertips down the tight\ncrease. \"Lean forward and spread,\" she said.

\nThis was new,\nand for a fleeting moment, he felt a flash of shame, but his\nwarrior's discipline took over and he obeyed. His fingers gripped his\ncheeks and pulled hard, rejecting false modesty. She wanted to look\nat his arsehole, so he would show it to her. He wondered if she might\nactually want to fuck him there, and he decided that he wouldn't\nmind, even though he would rather fuck her cunt or arse. He wondered\nwhat she might use to penetrate him.

\nHer finger\nstroked and tickled the skin around his sphincter, and then he felt a\nfingertip enter his anus and slowly move around in circles, making\nhis sphincter stretch and twitch. Her other hand reached between his\nlegs to grab and squeeze his balls. \"Mmmm,\nyou're a good specimen, I must say,\" Cornelia said.

\nNo one had\never fingered his arsehole before, and Rhodon wasn't sure how he felt\nabout it. But it didn't hurt, and it made his cock twitch, so he just\nrelaxed and allowed her to have her way.

\nCornelia\nenjoyed playing with Rhodon's arsehole and balls. It wasn't the first\ntime she had played with a man's bottom, and it always gave her a\nthrill. She pinched his cock between thumb and forefinger and\nsqueezed hard enough to make him gasp. \"Have you ever had your\ncock fucked?\"

\nThis puzzled\nRhodon and he frowned. \"No, Era. At least I'm not sure what you\nmean? I assume you're not talking about normal fucking.\"

\nCornelia\nchuckled. \"No, I'm not. Epona, fetch me that case over there,\"\nshe said. She took the case from the slave girl and opened it to\nreveal rows of smooth, polished ivory rods of various shapes and\nsizes. She selected a plain one with the smallest diameter and waved\nit in her hand. \"This goes here,\" she said, and pointed the\ntip at Rhodon's urethral opening, his pee hole.

\nHis eyes\nwidened. He'd never imagined anything like this and felt a pang of\nfear. Would it damage his cock? Would he still be able to pee? But\nwhen he considered the many different rods, he realised that she\nobviously intended to do it more than once, which meant his cock had\nto survive relatively intact, no matter how it might feel. His cock\nhad started to wilt in his panic, and he quickly began masturbating\nto perk it up again before his mistress chastised him. Gathering his\ncourage, he pulled back on his foreskin and presented the tip of his\ncock to her.

\nCornelia\nsmiled in approval of Rhodon's bravery. \"Good. Now don't move.\nThis will go in very slowly. The last thing I want is to tear your\npenis, and I won't allow you to move unless you say it's too\npainful.\" She slid the tip of the rod into his cock, very gently\nand slowly, smiling at his wide-eyed expression.

\nIt was\nslightly uncomfortable, but not actually painful as yet, but the\nsensation of something hard going up his urethra rather than down was\ndisconcerting. He gasped when she began sliding the rod in and out of\nhis impaled cock, literally fucking it with the ivory rod. It hurt\nnow, but a part of him also liked it. It was certainly different. His\ncock was getting used to it, and the pain was becoming a kind of\npleasure. The rod moved in and out, slowly, making his foreskin roll\nback and forth, and then Cornelia's fingers which were holding his\ncock tightened slightly, making the friction of the rod inside his\ncock more intense, and more uncomfortable.

\n\"Isn't\nthis fun?\" Cornelia said, engrossed with what she was doing.

\n\"Yes,\nEra,\" Rhodon said, trying not to gasp. He glanced at Epona, who\nwas watching him with a strange expression on her face. His\nmistress's fingers squeezed his cock harder, and he let out a little\ngroan when the inward thrust of the rod caused real pain. But he held\nhimself steady, and his cock didn't flinch as Cornelia played with\nhis urethra. His cock was hers to use as she pleased.

\nCornelia\nplucked the rod out and replaced it in the case. She gave the rigid\ncock a fond pat. \"Ready for more?\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra. Whatever pleases you,\" Rhodon said, his cock throbbing.

\nCornelia\nselected a different rod. This one had circular collars carved around\nthe end of the shaft, small ones at the tip and growing larger as\nthey went down the rod, and then tapering down again. This rod was\ndesigned to painfully scrape the victim's urethra. She touched the\nend of the rod to Rhodon's pee hole. \"Brace yourself. Don't\nmove, or you might tear the inside of your cock.\" With that\nwarning, she pushed.

\nRhodon gasped,\nand then cried out in pain. It felt like his cock was being torn open\nas the hard unyielding rings were forced into his urethra, scraping\nits way into his cock. The first ring hurt the worst, but the next\nthree also stung as they rubbed against his urethra. The fifth ring\nwas a bit wider than the rest, and his eyes opened wide in pain as it\nwas shoved into his cock. He clenched his fists in agony, and his\nthighs quivered from the effort of holding his cock perfectly still\nfor his mistress to torture. The final ring was the easiest, but he\ncouldn't help whimpering as it was forced into his cock. When the\nlast ring had been pushed in, his cock hurt like it was on fire.

\n\"Good\nboy. Now I'm going to fuck you.\" Cornelia's heart pounded in\nexcitement as she forced the rod deeper and deeper, revelling in\nRhodon's moans of pain. She so loved hurting his cock and knowing\nthat he would permit her to do anything she pleased to it. \"Almost\nthere,\" she said, watching Rhodon's face.

\nRhodon looked\ndown in fear and amazement. The ivory rod had been inserted at least\nsix inches into his cock, and still Cornelia kept pushing. It was\nagony, but still his cock remained fully, rigidly erect. Then a fresh\nwave of fiery pain filled his cock when she reversed the motion and\nstarted to draw the rod out. It felt like his cock was being turned\ninside out. But he remained determined to let her do as she wished to\nit, no matter how terrible the pain. That was what his cock was for.\nHe glanced down at the rod and saw that a little blood had seeped out\nand coated the ivory rod.

\n\"A little\nblood doesn't matter, Rhodon,\" Cornelia said. \"I know it\nhurts, but it's good to hurt sometimes, don't you think?\"

\nShakily,\nRhodon nodded. \"Yes, Era. My cock is yours to use.\"

\nCornelia wiped\nthe rod clean on the towel. \"Now I want you to come for me like\na good boy. Epona, make him shoot his seed. Quickly now!\"

\nEpona knelt in\nfront of him and took his cock in her hands. For a moment she just\nheld it, enjoying the feel of his rigid shaft, and then she began to\npump her hand up and down, working the foreskin over his cock, but\nnot bringing it over his glans. She pumped faster, squeezing his cock\nfirmly. Rhodon groaned and bucked his hips.

\n\"That's\nright. Come for me, Rhodon,\" Cornelia said.

\nRhodon gasped\nand squirmed as Epona milked his cock and made his come spurt and\nspatter on the marble floor.

\n\"Again,\nEpona. I want to see him come again,\" Cornelia said with a\nmalicious smile.

\nRhodon\nshuddered and groaned loudly, not daring to protest. The pain of his\ntorn urethra and the painful sensitivity of the first orgasm made\nEpona's stroking nearly unbearable, but he bit his lip and endured\nthe torturous masturbation that was as much pain as it was pleasure.\nHe whimpered when his second orgasm was wrung from him, and the come\ndribbled out of his cock and onto the floor.

\n\"Very\nnice,\" Cornelia said approvingly. \"Now get dressed and go\nback to your room. You can tend to your accounts later.\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra. Thank you, Era,\" Rhodon said. But before he could leave,\ncries came from outside the room. Frowning, he went to the doorway,\npushed aside the heavy curtain, and peered through to address one of\nthe slaves outside. \"What's going on?\"

\nLooking\nshocked, the female slave said, \"The senior shepherd's dead.\nThroat slit or something. A murder. Two days ago, they say. The news\njust came in from the sheep farm.\"

\n***

\nCornelia\nlooked down grimly at the shepherd's corpse. \"Why would anyone,\neven a bandit, do this to him? No sheep are missing, and he had\nnothing worth stealing. Did he have enemies?\"

\nThe vilicus\nshook his head. \"No, Era. He was a simple man with a wife and\ntwo children. He had no debts, nor did his cock wander outside of\nhome.\"

\nCornelia\npointed at the dead man's chest. \"And what is the meaning of\nthat?\"

\nThe vilicus\nshrugged elaborately, hands palm up. \"Never seen the like, Era.\nNot in the army, nor in the streets of Rome.\"

\nShe noticed\nRhodon's expression and said, \"What's the matter? Do you know\nwhat it is?\"

\nHe gestured\nwith his head to request they step aside, out of earshot of the\nothers. When they were several paces away he said, \"I know the\nmark, Era. It comes from my homeland.\" He went on to explain\nabout the band of assassins who marked their victims with the symbol,\nand how it related to him. \"You should send me away, Era. These\nmen are very dangerous, and more innocents will die until they get to\nme, or I am gone. They might even harm you.\"

\nCornelia\nsnorted. \"This is Rome, and I am a citizen of Rome. These\nkillers may be scary in your homeland, but I assure you, such\nbarbarians do not frighten me. They are certainly not going to\ndeprive me of my property. They have already killed one of my slaves,\nand I intend to see them crucified for it.\"

\nRhodon winced.\n\"But Era, these are not ordinary men. They will not be stopped\nby ordinary means.\"

\nShe cut him\noff with a chopping gesture of her hand. \"Don't worry, Rhodon.\nThey will be caught and killed.\" She turned back to the vilicus\nand said, \"Take care of this body and clean up this mess.\"\nAddressing Rhodon again she said, \"Come with me. I'll talk to\nthe head of the Guard, and you'll tell him about these scary\nassassins.\"

\nRhodon bowed\nand tried to hide his doubts and fear.

\nWhen Cornelia\nfinished speaking with the Guard commander, Rhodon was summoned to\nexplain the meaning of the assassin's mark. He told his story, making\nit clear that the men who did this were well-trained in fighting and\nkilling, and would be difficult to find and stop. The commander was a\ngrizzled ex-centurion, and like Cornelia, he was confident in his\nability to hunt down the murderers. He had no doubt that the killers\nwould be found and executed.

\nThe vilicus\ncame into the room and bowed. \"Era, there's a messenger. Says\nhe's from a friend of yours, and you'll want to hear his news.\"

\n\"All\nright. Go about your duties, all of you. I have work to do,\"\nCornelia said.
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***

\nThe arrow\nthunked into the wood and straw target, driving right into the centre\nof the patch of fabric that marked the point of aim. There were\nnumerous holes scattered around it. Rhodon's marksmanship had\nsuffered over the months of disuse, but since getting the bow he had\nbeen practising in his every spare moment. The bow was the\ncataphract's main weapon, and he strongly suspected he was going to\nneed it. He wished he could have his armour back, but that was\nimpossible for a slave who wasn't a guard. It was almost inevitable\nthat there were going to be more deaths, but this was all he could do\nto prepare. He loosed another arrow, which landed just off-centre,\nand then another, and another, each hitting the target in the same\nspot. His arm ached from the strain of drawing the bow, and he was\nstarting to lose accuracy because his forearm muscles were cramping.\nWith a sigh, he recovered all the undamaged arrows and went to wash\noff the dirt and sweat. Cornelia had sent Epona to tell him she\nwanted him to entertain her during cena, the evening meal. Naturally,\nhe wouldn't be eating, so he had some bread and sausage beforehand in\norder that his stomach wouldn't rumble.

\nWhen he got to\nthe tablinum, he found Cornelia already there with a female guest,\nand Epona was preparing the table for the meal. He bowed low and\nsaid, \"Good evening, Era. I hope you are well.\" He bowed\nagain to the woman. \"Greetings, domina.\"

\n\"This is\nmy cousin Livia. I've been telling her about my worthy tabularius,\"\nCornelia said.

\nRhodon bowed\nonce more. \"Greetings domina Livia.\"

\n\"He's a\ntall one,\" Livia said with a giggle. \"I've never seen a\nParthian before. Were you captured in battle?\"

\nWhen Cornelia\nnodded her permission to speak, Rhodon said, \"Sadly no, domina.\nI was travelling when I ran into some of your brave Roman legionaries\nand was captured.\" He saw Cornelia's mouth twitch in a smile at\nhis omission of any reference to the assassins, making him seem\nsimply foolish.

\nLivia giggled,\nher poor impression of foreigners confirmed. \"Can we have a\nbetter look at him?\"

\n\"Of\ncourse, cousin.\" Cornelia made an upward flick of her fingers in\nRhodon's direction, an obvious instruction to undress.

\nRhodon had\nbeen expecting this and stripped off his tunic without hesitation. He\nknew it was important that he demonstrate absolute obedience in front\nof Cornelia's guest. Naked, he put his hands behind his back and\nstood erect, feet apart. Naturally, he was powerfully erect, as was\nexpected of him.

\n\"Ooh,\"\nLivia said, sounding impressed. \"He's well hung.\"

\n\"He is,\"\nCornelia agreed with a satisfied smile. \"He has a cock that is\nfun to torture.\"

\n\"You\nreally torture his — that?\" Livia said, pointing at Rhodon's\nerection.

\n\"Do I,\nRhodon?\" Cornelia asked.

\n\"You do,\nEra,\" Rhodon said calmly.

\n\"Then why\nis your cock all stiff and swollen. Surely, you don't expect to fuck\nsome poor defenceless girl?\" Cornelia said mockingly.

\n\"No, Era.\nIt is hard because you desire it to be so,\" he said.

\nShe smiled.\n\"Good answer. Now come closer so that Livia can have a better\nlook.\"

\nRhodon took\ntwo steps forward, his penis jutting out in front of him like a\nbattering ram.

\nLivia stared\nat it with fascination. \"Is it true that Parthians enjoy having\ntheir cocks tortured?\"

\nRhodon\nchuckled. \"This Parthian does, domina.\"

\n\"May I\nhandle it?\" Livia said to Cornelia. People often got touchy\nabout their favourite slaves, just like their favourite horses. It\nwas better to ask first.

\nCornelia waved\nher hand magnanimously. \"Be my guest.\"

\n
\n\"Thank you, cousin,\" Livia said. She waved him even\ncloser, and reached out to take his cock in her hand. She had hardly\never touched a cock, since her husband and lovers mostly just stuck\nit into her and pounded away. Frequently it even hurt because they\nrarely gave a thought about her arousal or readiness. Yet she was\nstrongly interested in sex, and, she realised, the thought of being\nable to play with and even hurt a man's cock was something that\ndefinitely interested her. She squeezed her thighs together as she\nexamined Rhodon's cock that stood stiff and proud in front of her.\nShe gently pulled the foreskin taut to expose the whole head, traced\nher fingernail over the little slit, and around the base of the knob.\nRhodon's body reacted to the touch and she smiled. Using her\nfingernails, she very lightly scratched at the smooth skin of the\nglans, and her smile widened to a grin when Rhodon's hips rocked very\nslightly before returning to position. \"You felt that, didn't\nyou?\" she said gleefully.

\nRhodon cleared\nhis throat. \"Yes, domina.\" The rubbing and scratching was a\ncombination of an intense itch and tickling, and he felt an orgasm\nthreatening if she kept it up, but there was nothing he could do\nexcept warn her if he actually got close to shooting his seed. He\nwondered if she would want to make him come or to hurt him first.

\nLivia\nscratched at the head of the penis again, and this time, when he\nswayed his hips, she gripped the shaft firmly to hold it still. She\nwas pleased when Rhodon hissed in a breath through his teeth. \"Would\nit spoil things if he came? Most men of my acquaintance become\nuseless once they've shot their load.\"

\nThis made\nCornelia chuckle. \"Not at all. Rhodon knows he is to keep going\nafter he's spurted. Would you like to see him come for you?\"

\nLivia nodded\neagerly.

\n\"Do you\nwant to do it, or do you want him to do it himself?\" Cornelia\nsaid.

\n\"Can he\ndo it himself while I watch?\" Livia said, eager to see him play\nwith his cock.

\n\"Of\ncourse. Watch closely,\" Cornelia said. \"Rhodon, start\nworking your cock, but don't let yourself come just yet.\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra,\" Rhodon said. He shuffled his feet slightly further apart\nand pushed his hips forward. It wasn't comfortable, but he knew he\nhad to give Livia the best show possible. Using two fingers, he\npulled his foreskin back tight, making his knob smooth and glossy,\nthen waggled it from side to side, displaying his hardness to her.\nRather than hiding his cock with his hand, he only used his thumb and\ntwo fingers to hold and stroke his foreskin up and down the shaft,\neach stroke stopping just below the rim of his glans before drawing\nback all the way to his body. It wasn't the most pleasurable\ntechnique, but he aimed to put on the best show possible.

\n\"Ooh,\nhe's getting even harder. I can see it happening,\" Livia said,\nleaning closer in excitement. She prodded his glans with a fingertip\nand giggled. \"Look, there's this wetness coming out of the\nhole.\"

\n\"Don't\nworry, that's not his seed. Men get wet when excited, just like we\nwomen do,\" Cornelia said. \"He wouldn't dare come without\npermission. Isn't that right?\"

\n\"Yes,\nEra,\" Rhodon said tensely, his full attention on what he was\ndoing. He could feel the orgasm building, and he knew that if he\nstopped stroking, it would fade away, but if he kept going, he might\ncome at any second.

\n\"Poor\nthing, he's desperate to come, isn't he?\" Livia said.

\n\"I'm\nclose, Era. I'll come if I keep stroking. What should I do?\"\nRhodon said.

\n\"Stop.\nHands behind your back,\" Cornelia snapped.

\nRhodon\nsuppressed a groan as he took his hand away from his cock, but he\nobediently placed his hands behind him and pushed his cock towards\nLivia.

\n\"He's\nvery good, isn't he?\" Cornelia said with a smile. \"He does\nwhatever he's told.\" She giggled. \"Look at how his cock\ntwitches.\" She brushed her fingertip over the glans, creating\neven more twitches, the cock bobbing up and down as his muscles\nspasmodically contracted. \"I wonder if it will go down if I —\"\nShe smacked his cock hard with a downward slap of her hand.

\nRhodon\nflinched in surprise and the sudden pain, but instantly resumed his\npose.

\n\"He's\nstill hard. Will it stay hard?\" Livia said, grinning in delight.

\n\"Let's\nfind out,\" Cornelia said. She slapped Rhodon's cock again, this\ntime the impact being taken by the entire length of the shaft, not\njust the knob. Striking from one side, and then the other, she\ncontinued to slap Rhodon's cock hard, the impact of each blow\nreverberating through the rigid shaft and jolting the sensitive\nnerves. When she stopped, Cornelia tapped his cock with a finger and\nsmiled at Livia. \"Looks hard to me.\"

\n\"Let me\nhave a go,\" Livia said, fairly bouncing up and down in\nexcitement. She reached out and grabbed the shaft of Rhodon's cock\nand shook it from side to side. \"It's hard!\" she exclaimed.\n\"Can I really hurt it?\"

\nCornelia\ngrinned. \"Do whatever you like, cousin. It's his job to take it.\nAnd look, he's so hard he's making more wetness come out.\" She\nflicked his glans with her fingers, making it bob up and down.

\nLivia grabbed\nthe cock again and shook it, her arm moving rapidly. Then she began\nto slap the shaft with her palm, slapping alternately with each hand,\nthe impacts creating a fast rhythm that violently slammed the cock\nfrom side to side. Red-cheeked, Livia said, \"I'm not hurting him\nenough. Do you have a rod or whip I can use?\"

\nCornelia\ngrinned. \"Yes, I do.\" She stood up. \"Rhodon, get a rod\nfor the domina to use on you.\"

\nRhodon bowed\nand went to the bedroom, and came back with a slender, flexible rod.\n\"Will this do, domina?\" he said.

\n\"Yes,\"\nLivia said. \"Give it to me.\"

\nHe handed her\nthe rod, his cock swaying in front of him as he moved.

\n\"Show me\nhow it's done, Cornelia,\" Livia said. She knew how to flog, but\nnot how to really punish a slave's cock using something like this.

\nCornelia took\nthe flexible cock cane and waved it in the air. \"See how it\nflexes and bends? It's like a little whip. You don't want to beat his\ncock like you are using a club. You want to use it to sting.\"\nShe held up her other hand and snapped the tip of the rod against her\npalm as if it were a whip. She showed Livia the small red weal the\nblow had made on her palm. \"Like that. Sting his cock, all over\nand around. The head of his cock is the most sensitive part, so save\nthat for the last.\"

\nLivia nodded,\nand took the cane back. \"Watch closely, Rhodon. I'm going to\nsting your cock very badly.\" She smiled happily.

\nRhodon was\ngetting excited again. Livia was not as expert as Cornelia, but she\nwas very enthusiastic. She was peppering his cock with quick, sharply\npainful snaps of the rod, filling his very sensitive cock with a\nstream of shocking jolts that both hurt and stimulated him. It was\ndifficult to keep his cock presented for such a barrage of\npunishment, but he made no attempt to evade the nasty little rod. He\njust stood with his hands behind his back, and his hips pushed\nforward.

\n\"Now for\nthe head,\" Livia said eagerly.

\nCornelia\nsmiled, enjoying Livia's enthusiasm. \"Do it hard, but be careful\nnot to break the skin. It's quite delicate.\"

\nLivia nodded,\nand raised the rod. She took careful aim at the vulnerable glans and\nstruck with a flick of her wrist.

\nThe rod cut\ninto the exposed glans with a sharp sting of pain that made Rhodon\nflinch and gasp. The pain was intense, and he wanted to curl up and\nclutch his genitals. However, he kept himself in position. It was his\nduty to endure the intimate and shocking pain.

\nLivia giggled\nand struck again.

\nCornelia\nwatched with interest. Rhodon was enduring a lot of pain, but his\ncock was staying erect. His glans was dark pink now, and shiny and\ndripping glistening drops of lubricant. She was impressed by his\nability to endure and even enjoy the torture of his cock. \"I\nthink that's enough of that for now,\" she said to Livia. \"Let's\ntry something different.\" Going to a drawer, she brought out a\nsmall item which resembled a tooth-brush, but with harder, stiffer\nbristles. \"Let's see how our cock handles this.\" She gave\nLivia the item and showed her how to hold it. \"Go gently at\nfirst. Start at the base of his cock and work your way to the head.\nYou can use it two ways. Obviously you can stroke and scrub with the\nbristles, but you can also strike with the bristles. They'll hit like\na mass of tiny needles. That's especially good for the head of his\ncock.\"

\n\"Yes,\ncousin,\" Livia said eagerly. She gripped the stiff brush and\ntook hold of Rhodon's cock between two fingers and began to scrub and\nscratch it with the stiff bristles.

\nRhodon gritted\nhis teeth as his cock was vigorously scrubbed by the harsh little\nbrush. It wasn't as immediately painful as the rod, but scratched at\nthe very sensitive skin and nerves of his cock, and in a different\nway, was just as difficult to bear. The pain was shockingly intense,\nand he struggled to keep his cock presented for the continuing\npunishment when his instinct screamed for him to protect his\nassaulted genitals, especially when he knew the bristles were slowly\nedging towards his super sensitive glans. Having that scrubbed would\nbe close to unbearable.

\nCornelia\nwatched, enjoying the spectacle of Rhodon's agony. She reached out\nand stroked his thigh to give him some reassurance, but didn't stop\nLivia from using the brush on the exposed head of Rhodon's cock.

\nRhodon cried\nout in pain as Livia scraped the stiff hairs over the sensitive\nglans, and his whole body shuddered and writhed. It felt like his\ncock was being skinned.

\nLivia chortled\nas she gripped the suffering cock tightly in her hand, pulling back\nhard on the foreskin to make the knob as vulnerable as possible,\nwhile she busily scrubbed at it with the brush.

\n\"Careful,\ndon't hurt him too much,\" Cornelia said. \"I don't want him\ndamaged. I have plans for him.\"

\n\"Yes,\ncousin,\" Livia said, not ceasing her busy scrubbing and\nscratching. However, she took care to spread the scrubbing all over\nand around the glans, not allowing the brush to linger on any one\nspot. Seeing the glare from her cousin, Livia tossed the brush aside.\n\"Come for me. Let me see you pump your seed,\" she said, her\nhand stroking Rhodon's cock.

\nEven though\nthe head of his cock felt like it was on fire, Rhodon desperately\nwanted to come, and he willingly abandoned his cock to Livia's\nenthusiastic, if not very skilled, caresses. He glanced at Cornelia\nand said, \"May I come, Era?\" He gasped in relief when she\nnodded.

\nLivia stroked\nfast and hard, watching Rhodon's face intently. She was curious to\nsee if he would come very quickly, or if he could last longer.

\nRhodon thrust\nhis hips and groaned as he felt his cock surge towards his\nlong-delayed orgasm. When he came, it was so intense that it almost\nhurt. His entire body shuddered as jet after jet of his semen shot\nout and onto the floor or onto Livia's still pumping hand. By now, he\nhad become used to the idea that he would never be allowed to simply\ncome and relax, and he wasn't surprised when Livia continued to pump\nhis cock after the last drop of come had been milked from his shaft.\nAs always, the sensation was unbearably intense, and he moaned and\nwrithed, his knees threatening to give way as every stroke of Livia's\nhand sent jolts of unwanted sensation shooting through his sensitised\ncock.

\nLivia watched\nRhodon's cock closely. The head was dark pink and looked sore. A drop\nof fluid was glistening at the tip. She rubbed her finger over the\nglans, smearing the fluid. \"That was fun. I must see if I can\nget a slave like Rhodon for myself.\"
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\n\n

Chapter Four

\nLivia left for\nhome the next morning in a carriage, escorted by her driver and\nentourage, including slave bodyguards. The journey was short, less\nthan a day's travel, so the party wasn't large.

\n\n

Cornelia had\nsummoned Rhodon to see her friend off. \"She likes you,\" she\nsaid. \"Or to be precise, she likes your cock.\"

\nRhodon bowed\nironically. \"My cock is honoured, Era.\" Their relationship\nhad grown familiar, and he was able to speak more casually than when\nhe first arrived, although the respect owed to a mistress and owner\nwas still to be maintained. Of course, Cornelia could speak to him in\nany way she chose. He grinned when she reached under his tunic and\ngripped his cock. He had not been prepared, so it wasn't hard, but\nshe didn't seem angry. She stroked him to full erection, then he felt\nher strip his foreskin back, so he braced himself in anticipation.\nHer fingernail teasingly scratched at his glans, making him shudder.\nHe knew there were people, slaves and guards, watching, but he was a\nslave, so shame or dignity wasn't a concern. At least she hadn't\nlifted his tunic to fully expose his cock. Slowly, her fingernail\nworked over and around the head of his cock, maintaining a maddening\nscratch, scratch, scratch. He was rapidly rising towards an orgasm,\nand groaned in disappointment when she stopped.

\nCornelia gave\nhis cock a playful squeeze and then took her hand away. \"Come\nwith me.\"

\nHe wasn't owed\nan explanation, so he silently followed his mistress into the villa.\nShe led him into the atrium, where Epona was waiting.

\nCornelia\npointed at the slave girl. \"Strip.\" She turned to Rhodon.\n\"You too.\"

\nWondering what\nshe had in mind, Rhodon obeyed, his hand already on his cock and\nbringing it to the required state of complete erection.

\nCornelia\npulled a short leather strap from her belt and tapped Rhodon's cock.\n\"You know how I've been whipping this pretty thing while you\nstand and present it, well, I've realised that there's no reason why\nI shouldn't do the same with Epona's little toy too.\" She turned\nand tapped Epona's pubic mound.

\nRhodon\nrealised that she had been shaved between her legs and stared at the\ngirl's cunt with interest.

\n\"Open\nup,\" Cornelia said to Epona, tapping her cunt with the strap.\nShe watched as the slave girl tried to obey. \"Feet apart, hips\nforward. Open your lips wide and make your clit stick out, just like\nRhodon does with his cock. From now on, when you're naked, your cunt\nwill be erect and wet just like his cock. Understand?\"

\nEpona nodded\nas she shuffled her feet apart, feeling both embarrassment and a\nstrange excitement. \"Yes, Era.\" She parted her lips with\none hand so that her mistress could properly see her cunt, and then\nbegan to masturbate and make her cunt wet and swollen.

\n\"That's\nbetter. Now, let's whip your cunt the way I whip Rhodon's cock.\"\nCornelia glanced at Rhodon, and saw him watching with intense\ninterest. His cock was fully erect, his foreskin retracted. \"Pull\nthe hood back, just like his foreskin.\" She watched as the slave\ngirl tugged at the hood of her clitoris, peeling it up and back to\nbare the pea-sized pinkness.

\n\"Like\nthis, Era?\" Epona asked. With a nervous glance at Rhodon, she\npushed her hips forward to make her clitoris more prominent. Knowing\nthat it was about to be whipped, it seemed to tingle madly, making\nher want to squeeze her thighs together.

\nCornelia gave\nEpona a playful slap on her bare pubic mound, then tapped her\nclitoris with the strap. \"Just like this,\" she said, and\nraised the strap.

\nIt struck with\na tiny smack of leather on flesh, but for Epona the effect was\nshattering. The sharp pain made her cry out in shock and step back,\ncovering her groin with her hand. The pain was so unexpected, and so\nintense, that her entire body reacted. Her skin flushed, and she\ncould feel her nipples stiffen. When Cornelia frowned and pointed at\nthe spot in front of her, Epona hurriedly returned to position and\nbared her clit once more. \"I'm sorry, Era. I was just\nsurprised.\"

\nBefore\nCornelia could speak, there was a loud clacking of hobnails against\nthe marble floor, and a guard rushed into the atrium. He ignored the\nnaked slaves and breathlessly said, \"Domina, the lady Livia has\nbeen abducted. This was thrown through the gate, but whoever did it\nwas gone before we could apprehend him.\" He held out a papyrus\nscroll tied with a ribbon. Attached to the ribbon was a single\nearring, which they all recognised as belonging to Livia.

\nCornelia took\nthe scroll and opened it. It was short and to the point. She read it\nquickly and threw it aside. \"Bastards! They've taken Livia as\nsurety for my cooperation. If I don't do what they want, they'll kill\nher.\"

\n\"What do\nthey want?\" Rhodon said, although he already knew.

\nCornelia\nlifted her eyes to stare at him. \"They want you in exchange for\nLivia. It seems you were right about your assassins.\"

\nRhodon\nshrugged calmly. \"Domina Livia is a Roman citizen. I'm but a\nslave.\"

\n\"But my\nslave.\" Cornelia said. \"No barbarian cut-throat gets away\nwith assaulting a Roman and stealing my property.\"

\nRhodon rubbed\nhis chin. \"If that's how you truly feel, perhaps I have an idea\n…\"

\n***

\nThe assassin\nhad selected a spot quite close to where he had killed the shepherd.\nHe was on a horse with a fine Parthian saddle. Tied to the saddle was\na rope that led to Livia's wrists as she stood beside the horse. From\nhis position just below the crest of a hill, he could see for a good\ndistance in a wide angle around him. There was no way for the Romans\nto sneak up on him, even if they had cavalry, which he knew they did\nnot. Squinting into the afternoon light, he saw the approaching\ncarriage, which was accompanied by about twenty marching men. As per\nhis instructions, none of them carried pila, and he doubted they had\nany slingers or bowmen. Since they were on foot, he could safely ride\naway without real risk. He had paid off the bandits who had helped\nhim take Livia, so he was alone. That was better than having such men\nat his back. When the carriage came to a halt near the designated\ntree, he took a final look around, and then began to slowly ride\nforward, pulling Livia roughly along with him.

\n***

\n\"Domina!\nOver there,\" the head guard said, pointing with his gladius at\nthe rider coming towards them. \"Should we rush him?\"

\nForcing\nherself to remain calm, Cornelia said, \"Don't be stupid. He'd\nslit her throat before you were half-way to him, and then he'd just\nride away.\" The rider stopped within shouting distance, and she\nsaw Livia's strained and frightened face. Standing on the carriage,\nshe pointed at Livia. \"Give her to me. Harm her, and by Jupiter\nBest and Greatest, I'll have you crucified.\"

\n\"Show me\nthe prince,\" the assassin shouted in return, using heavily\naccented Latin.

\n\"Prince?\"\nCornelia muttered in surprise. Then she gestured, and a guard lifted\nRhodon from the bed of the carriage. He was gagged, and his hands\ntied in front of him. \"Send Livia to me, and I'll send the\nprince to you.\"

\nThe assassin\npulled Livia close and tapped the bow lying across his lap. \"Try\nto run, and I'll put an arrow through your chest. When I tell you,\nwalk slowly towards your friends. If I say stop, you stop, or you\ndie. Understand?\" When Livia nodded, he looked up and then\nstiffened in surprise. The prince was struggling with the guard who\nheld him, obviously refusing to be sent to his death, and trying to\nescape. Suddenly, the guard's gladius glinted in the sunlight, and\nthen jabbed forward in a vicious underarm thrust into the prince's\nbelly. The bound figure screamed and collapsed. \"Fools! What are\nyou doing?\" he shouted, and then drew his dagger in preparation\nto cut Livia's throat.

\nCornelia\nglanced back into the bed of the carriage, then shouted, \"Wait!\"\nand waved her hands. \"You just wanted him dead. Well, he's dead\nnow, but I can still send the corpse out to you in exchange. My men\nwill carry it out half-way, and you allow Livia to walk towards\nthem.\"

\nThe assassin\nshrugged, then turned to Livia. \"Remember, walk slowly. Run and\nI'll put two arrows in your back before you take three steps. If I\nsay to come back, you do it or —\"

\n\"I know.\nArrow in the back,\" Livia said, and held up her wrists to be\nuntied.

\nTwo guards\nappeared from around the back of the carriage. They were bearing the\ncorpse on top of a Roman scutum, the large curved shield acting as an\nimprovised stretcher, the body's head and limbs dangling horribly. At\nCornelia's wave, they began carrying it in the direction of the\nwaiting Parthian killer.

\n\"Go,\"\nthe assassin said to Livia, and nocked an arrow.

\nLivia walked\nslowly and carefully over the uneven ground, not wanting to stumble\nand accidentally get shot. She tried to avoid the grisly sight of\nRhodon's body as she paced steadily towards the two guardsmen, her\nback itching in anticipation of the arrow's impact. Then they set the\nbody down and tipped it off the shield. No, two stacked shields. Then\nher eyes widened in shock when she realised the corpse wasn't that of\nthe handsome slave.

\nThe guard\nnoticed and whispered, \"Keep coming. Get behind us. Quickly.\"

\nThe assassin\nfrowned, staring at the corpse. There was something wrong. The corpse\nlooked familiar … then he realised it was the shepherd he had\nkilled. \"What kind of stupid trick is this?\" he roared, and\nraised his bow.

\nLivia ducked\nbehind the guards, who snatched up the tall shields and raised them\nto form a wall as they began to back towards the carriage. An arrow\nslammed into one of the shields, piercing it entirely. Its point\nslammed into the chest of the guard's lorica segmentata, but failed\nto penetrate the armour.

\nThe assassin's\nhand blurred in motion and fitted another arrow to the bow, his eyes\nscanning for a gap or exposed body part. But he was so focused that\nhe failed to spot the motion in the back of the carriage.

\nRhodon sprang\nup onto one knee, drawing his own bow as he moved. The arrow was\nalready nocked, and he raised his arm to aim, taking less than a\nheartbeat to judge distance and windage. The arrow leapt from the\nbow, its shaft flashing through the air and thumping into the\nassassin's chest.

\nThe assassin's\nown arrow struck the shepherd's decomposing corpse, even as his head\nturned to look at Rhodon — just in time to catch the second arrow\nin his left eye. He was dead before he struck the ground.

\n***
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\nRhodon\nrubbed his side where the rounded hilt of the gladius had struck him,\nleaving a deep bruise. He supposed that he should be grateful that\nthe guardsman had managed to miss him entirely when pretending to\nstab him while standing in the back of a swaying carriage, and while\nhe was pretending to struggle. He stopped outside the curtained\ndoorway of the triclinium. \"Era, may I enter?\" When\nCornelia gave permission, he pushed aside the heavy curtain to the\ndining and entertaining area. Despite everything, he had paused to\nstroke his cock to full erection.

\n\"Livia\ntells me she might recover more quickly from her ordeal if you are\nhere to cheer her up. Besides that, I have something to show you. But\nfirst —\" She made an upward gesture with her index finger as\neloquent as any public speaker.

\n\"Yes,\nEra,\" Rhodon said. He gripped the hem of his tunic and drew it\nup and over his head, leaving himself naked. He set the folded\ngarment on the floor and moved to stand in front of the two Roman\nwomen, his cock thrusting proudly like the eagle standard of the\nlegions.

\nLivia rubbed\nthe rope burns around her wrists, but sighed happily at the sight.

\n\"Before\nwe attend to Livia's recovery, I want you to have a look at this,\"\nCornelia said and held out a parchment scroll. She unrolled it and\nshowed it to him. \"Is this Parthian script? They found it on his\nbody.\"

\n\"May I?\"\nRhodon said, and then took the scroll. He studied the wax seal, and\nsighed. \"Yes, Era. It is Parthian writing. It is, in fact, my\ndeath warrant. The seal belongs to one of my half-brothers.\"

\n\"Would\nyou return to Parthia if you could?\" Cornelia asked.

\nHe thought for\na moment, then shook his head. \"I come from a minor family line.\nI was content to serve as a cataphract, screw women, and drink wine.\nBut my brothers have decided I'm an inconvenience.\"

\n\"You're a\nskilled warrior. Such ability shouldn't be wasted. Remember I\nmentioned making you my bodyguard in addition to your other\nresponsibilities? It would also make it convenient for keeping you\nclose to me without either of us being the subject of crude graffiti\non the walls of the rougher streets of Rome.\" Pornographic\ndrawings were a popular art form of the lower classes.

\nRhodon smiled.\n\"So long as I am able to attend to my other responsibilities —\"\nhe looked down at his stiff cock, \"— I would be happy to\nprotect your body.\"

\nCornelia\nnodded. \"Very well.\" She picked up a pair of beeswax\ncandles and lit their wicks from an oil lamp. \"With that matter\nsettled, bring that cock of yours over here. Livia wants to try these\ncandles on it.\" She turned to Epona. \"And don't think I've\nforgotten about you. Take your tunic off and come here. I'll play\nwith your clit while Livia gets busy with Rhodon's cock.\"

\n\n

Rhodon hissed when\nthe first drop of hot wax fell on his glans, but then he smiled.

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\nThe End.
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