Josephus leisurely sat on her bed.
"Time is up, slave. My patience is running thin. Either go now or come kneel in front of me, swallow my cock and surrender yourself to the life you truly deserve."
A few minutes of silence passed only punctuated by her deep breaths. Then, just as he was about to get up and leave, she got off the bed, tears pouring down her pretty face and with a few little steps positioned herself in front of her tormentor.
"Good girl, very good," Josephus said as he bent forward and licked her tears from the side of her face. "Mmmm, nice and salty." He didn’t believe it was possible, but his erection grew even longer and harder. He stood up, his massive cock bouncing right in front of her face as she knelt down at his feet to accept it. She breathed deeply and calmed her sobs. She had made her decision and now she would have to follow down the path it would lead her.
*****
Myra knew what the praetorian wanted. Without even having to be told, she reached up and pulled his cock down to her lips. She kissed it, and then carefully licked the substance that had seeped out across the tip of the soft, warm head. She criss-crossed little kisses along his length all the way down to the knotted mass of hairs by his steel-hard belly, and then down around it to his balls. She hefted the monster up to give herself better access. She kissed his balls one at a time and then took them into her mouth. After she licked away the night’s muskiness she sat back on her heels, looked up and finding a glint of mute approval started taking his length into her mouth.
She found her mind start to enter a trance-like state. Myra wondered how long it would be before she was taken to meet the Emperor himself. He was the real reason they were training her; converting her from a free person into a submissive slave. She felt Josephus’ cock touch the back of her throat. She stroked the part of him that still remained out of her and cast a plaintive look up. Another six inches at least. He did make Silvanus look like a young child in comparison.
Even though Myra’s father had long ago allowed their last slave to walk free, she had heard of the long and excruciating process often-times required for the proper training of a new slave.
Every now and then she knew some of the richer landowners would even pay for an expert trainer that would come to help them hone the personality of a new slave into the precise disposition they required. Even if they were only expected to do simple grunt work, slaves still had to go through the motions and learn where things were and what exactly they were expected to do.
Her childhood friend Xena had once told her that her father, Julius, the Emperor’s Majordomo, was often required to coach and train the best house-servants and bedroom slaves in the whole Empire. Over time he had become so good at it that rich patricians from across the country would often send him their slaves for a period of intensive training. These women, and sometimes — men, required much more work than a simple laborer. It took a long time for a good slave to learn exactly what made their master happy and how to carry out their duties in a gratifying manner. Myra remembered that she and Xena had both giggled at the idea of having a strapping submissive male-slave to fulfill all their titillating wishes.
Now here she was, summoned, no — requested by the Emperor for His own pleasure. Myra suspected that what she was experiencing now with Josephus was but the very first step of what would probably be a long and painful process. Deep down she felt a warm feeling of gratitude to the Fates for giving her the opportunity to both serve Rome and provide for her family that she loved so dearly. She felt a tremor as her entire body shook with trepidation.
At first Josephus let her do what she could on her own, but after ten minutes of watching exasperated her futile attempts to swallow his girth, he put his hands around her head, interlaced his fingers in her curly black hair and started helping her by forcing a little more of his cock down her throat with every push.
Josephus was well aware of the many challenges posed by the training of a truly good slave. After all, a long time ago, he had been trained too, by none other than the Majordomo himself. Training this girl was a test. Upon his success in breaking her rested his entire future life and any hope to gain back his freedom.
Even though he was hardly educated enough to know the proper word to describe it, some part of him deep down, felt the awkwardness of the situation. By crouching at his feet, her mouth tightly wrapped around his cock, doing her best to suck in as much of him as she could, Myra had just taken taken her first baby-steps on the path to becoming a true submissive slave. Josephus, on the other hand, was hard at work to gain his own freedom. It would be granted only if he succeeded in first breaking her and then helping the Majordomo properly train her to satisfy every lust and carnal desire of His Excellence the Emperor.
"Take a few breaths for me, slave. Good. Now try to make as if you are swallowing as I feed my cock down your throat." A free Roman was willingly submitting herself to becoming a slave for an year, while her trainer was about to earn his freedom in the process — there was something beautiful and symmetric in the process, but Josephus was too busy concentrating on the immediate pleasure at hand to dwell on the larger picture.
She tried to swallow and for the first time realized that she liked the way the praetorian moaned when she did. She blushed furiously and was grateful that he couldn’t see the redness spread across her chest.
"That's a good slave. Now take it deeper. Relax your throat and try swallowing again. Let us see how much of me you can take."
Myra felt rather than heard his voice grow huskier as she pushed her thighs forward and forced another inch into her desperate throat.
"Breathe through your nose and try for me. There you go, here," he capped her jaw and put a hand on the back of her head guiding her before thrusting into her. "Keep your hands down. Don't move." In spite of how much she wanted to please him, Myra's hands flew up to his massive thighs and she pushed herself back.
"I'm sorry, Master," tears sprung to her eyes and ran down her cheekbones mingling with the saliva on her chin. "It's just too big. It can’t fit."
Josephus frowned and took a moment and just stared at her, giving her time to catch her breath and calm herself down. Then he reached around his waist and uncoiled a long leather string. He saw her flinch.
"No, I'm not going to beat you, slave, at least not just yet." He stepped around Myra and took her wrists, gently caressing her palms for a minute, and then bound them tightly to each other and then looped the remainder of the leather around both her fragile little ankles securing them tightly to each other. Now she wouldn't be able to push away and the knots kept her body slightly bent back toward her heels.
He repositioned himself at her lips and this time waited for her to signify her readiness. Myra looked up at him and gave a gentle nod.
"Here it comes, little girl. Don't worry about throwing up, you haven't had breakfast yet. Your belly is empty. Just allow your throat to do its thing around my cock," she found his voice had grown gentler, softer, almost that of a loving partner, not a slave-master.
Josephus jerked his hips forward and began feeding his cock down the young woman’s throat. "That's right, gag on me, allow your throat muscles to massage my dick as it enters," Myra complied by gagging continuously now.
"Don't move, I'll do the moving. Just concentrate on breathing through your nose." Eventually, Myra felt her throat get so sore from the incessant battering his cock was giving her that her gag reflex died down and the gigantic soldier crouching above her face was able to fuck her throat as if it was her vagina.
Many minutes passed, the eerie silence of the tiny cell interrupted only by the rhythmic sounds of fucking accompanied by the gagging and popping sounds her throat made around his cock as it pistoned in and out. Before long she felt him slow down and realized that he was probably trying not to come just yet. With some embarrassment, she realized that a warm moisture had made its way between her tightly clenched thighs.
Then, all of a sudden, he thrust all the
way in and held himself there. She looked up at him in mild bewilderment. He still had his hands interlaced through the curls at the back of her head as he just stood there for what felt like an eternity to her. His cock relaxed a little and then she sensed a warm feeling emanate from the place in her chest where the tip of his cock lay embedded. The warm feeling became more acute and she felt it slide down into her stomach.
Myra was puzzled. At first she guessed he was coming and that she was feeling his sperm as it slid down into her stomach but that thought quickly gave way to the realization that he was actually peeing in her! It made her squirm and she shot him a pleading look. She met his eyes as they looked down at her, an expression of curious wonderment on his face. It was as if he was asking her a silent question.
A minute passed and Josephus detected the tiniest of nods and for the first time allowed himself to smile with genuine happiness. This girl had just started her way on the road to true surrender. He had never before come across a woman that had so quickly accepted her fate and submitted to it with such readiness. She was the rarest of rare creatures even though she had not yet come to understand it herself. Myra was a natural submissive.
"You will not hear this from me again, so listen carefully. You did really well, slave. This was a test and you passed it. I'm pleased," he patted her cheeks and after making sure that there was nothing else left in him, gently pulled his cock from her mouth. It made a wet pop as it exited her larynx. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead. Then he went around, untied her and pulled her up to her bare feet. He ordered her to spread her legs wide with her hands clasped behind her back. She held his stare like he had ordered originally.
"Master?" she whispered.
"Yes, slave. What is it?"
"May I speak?" she asked.
''Go ahead," he replied
"What you just did to me… I know I didn't really have a choice, but the thought that my master, that you have so much power over me, to use my mouth like that… I’m not sure but, it made me feel… happy."
Josephus tilted his head to one side and looked at the young naked girl as she stood in front of him: The cold of the cell forcing her nipples into tight nubbins, her body glistening with the sweat of her previous panic, hands behind her back, her feet wide apart, her eyes staring directly at his. He put his hand on her breast and gently squeezed.
"I think the Gods have shown you great mercy today, they have led you to the place you truly belong."
******
The End
An excerpt from Saved by Rome, Volume Two of Myra’s Road to Rome
"Now, slave, your training can really begin," and with that Josephus had simply stood up and left. He hadn't even bothered to finish what he had started. He had left her there standing with her legs apart, hands at her back, naked, willing, waiting — a being of pure feeling. Judging by the look of wild hunger he cast upon her naked form, Myra knew he not only wanted her, but rather, needed her body. But somehow, he had made himself leave, his massive form of supple muscles, a scarred being of raw animal hunger, he slipped out the door, allowing the finality of the lock falling into place to seal her solitude.
She waited, keeping the position he had ordered wondering that perhaps it was a test of some sort. But as time went by she realized that he wouldn’t be coming back. At least not now. Myra huddled back into her bed, tucked herself naked under the covers, shivering and afraid to so much as get up and yell for someone, anyone to bring her breakfast.
Cold and miserable, it took Myra quite some time to fall back into a troubled restless sleep that brought to agonizing life the dark form of a tall handsome soldier, old wounds criss-crossing his velvet skin. He looked at her, an expression filled with languid misery, in his eyes reflections of invisible demons engaged in unfathomable struggle.
In her dream, Myra realized he wasn’t alone. Together with him there was yet another man, one of pure and utter darkness, one whose presence she felt only by the void of light he left, rather than the reflections he cast. It was as if his form sucked the sun rays out from the space around him. She felt that creature of darkness lift a hand and suddenly grab a hold of her. She started screaming, a small yelp of frightened astonishment that fast blossomed into a wail of utter desperation.
Her eyes flew open and she saw the most beautiful creature she had ever witnessed looking down at her, an expression of genuine concern painted upon her exotic features. A Nubian girl, or woman rather, stark naked except for a gold chain of delicate metal links hanging around her proportionate abdomen was standing by her bed. In her arms — a tray of exquisite fruits, and a steaming bowl from which the most delicious aroma rose to make Myra's empty stomach growl out its craven desire.
''Hello," Myra ventured. She smiled a cautious greeting and then conscious of her own lack of clothing, she pivoted her legs around and stood out of the tiny bed.
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