Briseis Ch. 02

Lucius had known, after running into Briseis at the temple, that she would be delivering the gown to his home that evening. Otherwise, she would had informed him to expect Titus. She had an open face, an inability to not express every emotion. He opened the door and smiled at the diminutive girl, only as tall as his shoulder, carrying a garment wrapped in linen in her arms.

"Well, you certainly came out late, Briseis! You must stay this evening, I will tell your Master that Appia insisted upon it. It wouldn't be safe for you to walk home at this hour." he nodded at the pitcher of wine, and a glass was poured for her. Another head motion, and they were sitting alone.

"I'm so sorry Master Junius, we had to finish some last minute beading work. She wanted those roses, it took Titus hours, while I finished the seaming. The women will all love it, of course!" She proudly showed him the amber silk dress, their beautiful handiwork spoke for itself, even though the roses were awfully tacky. Lucius cringed at the thought of his fat wife, with her ugly orange hair, trying to wear such a slinky silk dress. "Oh, I'm sure she'll love it," he said, quickly downing his wine with a look of sourness on his face. Briseis openly grinned. "Hopefully all the ladies will want similar styles, and Titus can save up some more money." "Yes, hopefully," droned Lucius, feigning interest in her brother. He snapped his fingers and a slave came to put away the garment, scurrying out of the room very quickly. Titus was not stupid; he was clearly saving up money for his freedman status when his Master passed away. "However, Appia's informed me she will be out tonight. Might I tell you another one of my stories while I get you a nicer wine, Briseis? The emperor sent me some wine tonight, and I wouldn't save it for some fat boring patricians. I'd much rather share it with you." She nodded, her eyes intense. What an honor! Why would he share such a wine with her? Did he want something from her, some favor that he thought she could curry with her father? Perhaps his omen was auspicious, and he was just feeling generous? She did not consider seduction. He saw her as a damaged slave. Even if she was pretty, she had overheard her father telling Lucius, in hushed tones, what had happened her. No man would try to impress her to fuck her. So she must be some other pawn in Lucius Junius's endless series of political machinations, however small of a pawn.

Lucius smiled at her furrowed brow, a clear sign that she was considering every one of his possible motives, but had been left wanting. A slave had tested the wine days ago. Lucius turned away as he poured it himself. He noticed with some amusement that he had picked up a goblet depicting Fortuna. They both worshipped her as their primary goddess, like many members of the Junius family. Since she was Sulla's rumored great great granddaughter, she was probably a good luck charm on her own. He couldn't help but smile.

Briseis sat up like a perfect Roman matron, her eyes transfixed on him as he brought her the beautiful gold goblet. He was looking down at her with his almost black eyes, haunting. "You know; my wife is fucking a gladiator right now. The beautiful Crecens, the net fighter."

She was horrified, but replied solemnly with her first thought, "I don't think Crecens is beautiful, Master Junius." She pretended to sniff the wine with a degree of knowledge, before taking a deep gulp. It was so sweet, and so good. Lucius noticed that the white film at the top of her goblet was now gone. He had to time himself carefully now.

He laughed, surprising her with his easy demeanor. "I'm not surprised. You're not the type of girl to think that way about a mere gladiator? You seem like the type who'd want to mentally sparred with on a daily basis. Anyway, I used to love Appia. She was pretty. Not as pretty as you. But pretty enough, still." Briseis was even more horrified but also confused. Her cheeks felt hot. "Then I caught her fucking a slave on my bed, and before I knew it, she was fucking, and eating, everything in sight. It's quite embarrassing, really. I really despise her." She knew it was true, but didn't know why he'd be confessing this to a mere slave. Appia was a horrible, vulgar woman. Her master Marcus Junius had picked her out for Master Lucius Junius due to her enormous wealth, but Appia was a terrible wife. The slaves traded vicious rumors about her. Why had he mentioned that she was pretty? "I'm so sorry to hear, that, Master Junius." She felt like she was fading a bit, losing a tiny bit of consciousness. But how, and why? Her brain hardly could register anything as the beautiful goblet fell from her hand. She wanted to apologize for her clumsiness, but then she passed out.

Lucius looked over, curiously, at the girl. The milk of the poppy that his wife added to her wine, seemed to affect this slight creature in just the desired manner. She was slumped upwards in some absurd sleeping variation of a ladylike pose, but seemed to otherwise be motionless. However, on a half dose, her breathing was still soft and steady, and her heart was beating only a tad slower. Lucius picked her up. Briseis weighed even less than he expected, he thought, softly depositing her face down on his cubiculum bed. The slave looked even more lovely as he started to remove her stola. She moaned, probably a result of the drug's euphoria, but otherwise stayed soundly asleep. But he had to be quick, before the drug wore off, and he used his dinner knife to literally cut off her matronly undergarment of linen and hemp. He quickly used the strips to tie her arms behind her naked back, marveling at her soft, white skin. Lucius Junius then pulled her legs so she was positioned at the edge of the bed, tied each ankle to a bed leg, and sat back and enjoyed the view, waiting for her to come back to humanity shortly. Then the fun would really begin. He removed his toga quickly and inspected her more thoroughly, his cock already responding to her nudity, and the thought that he could do anything to her now.

Her flower was soft pink, with slightly plump lips. They'd be much plumper soon, he thought. Stroking her cunni, he was not surprised to hear her moan in pleasure again, in her delirium, perhaps half awake. He couldn't help but lean down and taste her. Roman men were not supposed to orally pleasure anyone else. It was the ultimate taboo. But she tasted as sweet and young as he imagined, her cunni now soaking wet from his attention. Lucius realized his erection was getting very painful, taking a moment to stroke his thick, veiny cock, as huge as the rest of him. Perhaps this plan had not been his most thought out. Perhaps he could start using her while she was in her stupor? But he really wanted her awake. He stroked her hair, surprised by how lovely the rest of her slender body was under those matronly clothes, although he had always enjoyed the sight of her soft ass shaking a bit while she walked. Maybe he'd enjoy that first, although he'd take care to ensure she enjoyed herself too, despite her initial protest...

"Master Lucius Junius, what are you doing?" Groggily said Briseis, suddenly aware of her nudity, and then the fact that her future Master was alternating between touching her and... licking her? Her stomach was flipping upside down. She tried to move, but her lower half seemed to be tied to something. Her hands were behind her back, and just tied to each other. It was humiliating and painful.

"What do you think I'm doing, silly girl," he said, harshly. Like a Master would normally talk to a normal slave. Not like he'd been talking to her when they had been drinking the wine. Oh dear, the wine! Whatever was causing this feeling was from the wine. He had put something in her drink. "I'm not a monster, I wouldn't put my cock in you without getting you wet first. And you are getting so nice, and wet. I had to taste." Did he lick his finger? She felt faint, still drugged and a bit tipsy as well. His intentions were clear, even in her stupor. She was so terrified, and she couldn't even fight him, his massive body holding her even more fast than her binds.

"Please, Master," she begged, slurring her words a bit. "Not like this. I want you as well. Please don't take me like this." A tear fell down her pretty face, a face that he could barely see. On most women, that wouldn't deter him at all, but he found that fact bothersome. He stopped for a second, and turned her head, towards him, using a fistful of her beautiful hair. "Then you'll enjoy this as well. If you wanted it gentle, you could have gotten on your knees as soon as you saw we were alone, and sucked me, like I knew you wanted to. But you had to keep up this terribly boring pretense. Not fully a slave, not fully a lady, and not even a virgin. Silly slave. My cock doesn't care about any of that, I just wanted your full lips around it while I drank my wine tonight. Or perhaps you writhing in my lap, whimpering prettily to be taken to bed." Lucius Junius had known of her feelings all along? Before she could think on that, he gave her a soft strike on her cheek, which didn't mark, but shocked her into full awareness of everything that was going on, including her humiliating position at the edge of his bed, like some sort of breeding animal. Briseis cried out, just to have him close his hand over her mouth, and shove his cock inside her slippery, delicious flower in one hungry motion.

He groaned in delight, as he pulled out and felt her take him all again, surprised his huge cock could fit inside such a tiny creature. "So tight... are you sure you were deflowered?" His speed quickly increased in desperation, despite his wish to remain in utter control. He twisted her blonde hair around his fist a bit tighter, and bit her on the shoulder. Another little teardrop fell down her cheek, and he felt almost bad for the girl, although he smacked her firmly on the ass, leaving a hot red handprint. "No crying. I hate whining, I hate crying," he lied, not sure why it had bothered him. He groaned again, grasping her firm ass in his hands as he roughly fucked the small slave, not content to watch the soft cheeks bounce up and down as he took her. She was so sweet with the crystal tear on her cheek, and he leaned over to kiss her. "If you bite me, I'll have your tongue taken out," he hissed. She nodded in compliance. "Good slave." He opened her mouth, and gently intertwined her tongue with his, noting her cunt seemed to get even more soaking wet with these ministrations, and so he played with her little clit, more to torment her than to pleasure her. There was something so arousing about humiliating her, giving her pleasure with her degradation. To his surprise, Briseis moaned out as she quickly came against his skilled fingers, unable to control the euphoria from the mix of the poppy and the forbidden acts. Lucius watched with delight as her face changed, and her body shuddered fully, as she came all over him. What a little trollop she'd turned out to be, and she was going to be all his! At that thought, he surged inside of her, unable to take the sensations anymore. "Oh please don't cum inside me...." Briseis begged, as she felt his cum coat her womb.

"What was that, my dear?" he grinned, as he kissed her on the forehead. Almost fully back to his regular playful attitude with her. An odd moment passed between them in silence. "Will you be a good girl if I take off your... encumbrances?" She nodded, clearly pushing back a tear. He did feel a tiny bit bad for her, then. Lucius Junius used the knife to cut off her binds, and he rubbed her soft flesh, irritated by the rough material. She pushed her thin but shapely body up painfully, and sat on her legs. "But why did you do that to me, Lucius Junius," she teared up, finally noticing how chiseled and powerful his olive skinned body was, and why she felt like she was ripped in half. His cock was huge. She wiped a little tear away from her face. And he swooped in and tilted her chin, forcing her to look in his dark eyes.

"You're a lovely creature, and once I had a chance to be alone with you, I knew I'd find a way to enjoy your company. Despite what your father, ahem, your Master, may have told you, you do not have the body or the face of a scribe or a seamstress. Most men would purchase you to do exactly what I just did to you. And more... You're lucky you have him, and now I, to protect you." She noticed he was surveying her again, and she unconsciously bit her lips, literally biting back her response. How in Hades was he protecting her! He had taken her, just as he would have taken a piece of meat from his plate, with delusional levels of entitlement. Well, perhaps not delusional... She was still too weak to spar with him now, so she let him continue enjoying the sound of his own voice. "I was intending to wait until my father died, but who knows if either of us will be alive then, and you walked in my door, knowing my wife was out. So naïve! It was so strangely stupid of you, that I did think you were trying to get fucked. Well, at first." He grinned evilly and answered her unspoken remark. "But when you belong to me, you'll only offer your favors to me, and no other man will fuck you and live. If you're a very good slave, you'll find you continue to have a comfortable life, and you can even visit with your brother and your pretty little friend Lilia. If you're a very bad slave... you'll find my treatment to be just what you received. In either case, I'm afraid you'll be entertaining my attentions very often."

Briseis couldn't take it anymore. "I may be a slave, but Marcus Junius Brutus is still my father. Why should I not tell him?"

Lucius Junius laughed at her, peeling an orange casually, taken from a basket. "Oh, I could say something brutish and boring like, 'I'll push you off the Tarpeian rocks if you tell him.'" He winked at her, and she knew it to be a threat, in his odd way. "But you won't tell him, I know."

"Why on earth wouldn't I tell him what you did to me?!", she said rather loudly, covering her breasts and cunt with her hands as best she could, feeling suddenly even more violated.

"Marcus Junius Brutus is dying, my dear. You would break your father's heart, and probably kill him with this distress, knowing his only legitimate heir has disgraced him. With his beloved bastard daughter! I know that you love him very much, and you would never distress him so."

She had no response, she only clenched her fists in rage as he put on a very plain garment, and sauntered confidently out the door. He stopped at the door, apparently not having tired of the sound of his own voice.

"By the way, don't worry yourself. I have some work to do, but I haven't tired of you tonight, darling." And with a boyish grin he left her there. As soon as he shut- and locked- the door, Briseis grabbed a pillow and screamed and cried into it, until she fell asleep.