by Evans, Casey
Primo left immediately, pondering what weapons he should request. In the end he simply chose a gladius and pugio for each man including himself. If the three of them couldn’t bring a weaponless girl back home they didn’t deserve to return home. The amount of trust shown in him was remarkable. Three days head start with food, water and weapons? Surely he could disappear and eventually link up with the freed slaves that had attacked Petronia’s caravan.
But he couldn’t think about it. As long as he played his cards right he would end up a free man and the Lanista in the House of Tiberius. It was a lofty, yet obtainable goal. To celebrate his three days of freedom and the beginning of a hunt, he decided to exercise his rights as a favored slave and have entertainment. A few minutes later one of the House guards brought two girls to his cell; they were the identical twins, Mona and Myra. As soon as the guard unlocked his cell and let the girls in he disappeared around the corner; probably to spy on them and masturbate. That’s what most did.
He looked at Mona’s lovely face. “So…you’re sisters?” He asked, stating the obvious.
“Yes,” she replied with a smile.
“So I guess there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to protect her would you?”
“Nothing…” She replied in sultry voice.
“Hmm….so you must really love your sister then.”
“I do.”
“Maybe you could show me. How about giving her kiss on the lips. And I’m not talking about the kind you give you mother before you go to bed either.”
Without saying a word Mona leaned across in front of Primo and pressed her lips to her sisters. That kiss went straight to his cock.
“That was sweet,” he began. “But still a bit sisterly, don’t you think?”
“Well, we really are sisters you know…”
A flare of anger sparked. “Do I look stupid to you?”
“No master.”
“Well then…” He turned to Maya who was on his left. He unclasped her tunic and let it fall to her waist revealing a pair of full, pendulous breasts with large, dark nipples. He caught his breath and paused before continuing. He took her breasts in his hands as if to judge the weightiness of hem before speaking again.
“Come around here Mona, and kneel before your sister.”
She did without hesitation this time.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” Primo asked.
She nodded.
He took a breast and directed a nipple towards her. She didn’t need to be told. She leaned in and took her sister’s nipple between her lips in a chaste kiss. Her sister allowed a sigh of pleasure escape her lips and Primo felt his cock jump in response.
“Go on,” he urged.
“Slowly at first, then with increasing enthusiasm Mona suckled and licked and kissed her sister’s breasts passionately.
“Oh Mona that feels so good,” Maya moaned. As her sister worked on her breasts she found her aching pussy and began to finger herself. She could not wait to feel her sister’s mouth on her sex. To feel Mona’s tongue inside her was almost enough to make her cum just by thinking about it.
Primo positioned himself so that he was straddling Maya and entered Mona while she lay on her sister. She was so tight he nearly exploded the moment he began thrusting. The moment he couldn’t handle more stimulation he withdrew for a moment and waited for the waves of pleasure to die down before he entered Maya. She was just as tight as her sister and this time he allowed himself to explode in her pussy.
When he opened his eyes again he saw that the girls were kissing passionately and rubbing their shaved mounds against each other. It was almost too good to handle. He leaned over and grabbed Mona by her long blond hair, dragging her down her sister’s body until her mouth was at Maya’s cum filled pussy.
“Drink bitch!” he commanded, and she did. And while she drank her fill, she slid her tongue over her sisters little nob sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She pressed her mouth down on her sister’s sex, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper until all she could taste was her sister’s sweet cum. Primo watched them for a while, content to just watch and caress his own cock. Then when he could take no more he made the girls get on their knees in front of him and they took turns sucking and swallowing till he could stand no more.
The next morning he set off with his companions, the twins. Not because they were the best fighters, but because they spent more time than anyone else actually speaking to him. They were new, mediocre fighters, but ones he felt would be loyal to him and not bolt the instant they go far enough from the Villa, or try to kill him then escape. They were his best, and only option other than going by himself and that was not an option either.
Morning arrived far too soon, but he was ready. Despite the lack of sleep due to his activities during the night. When he walked out into the courtyard he found his two gladiators ready to depart. Without saying a word he collected his pack and the weapons from Doctore. He gave each brother a gladius (preferred sword for Roman soldiers) and a pugio (long dagger) and they marched out single file. His plan was to search around the Villa until they found the girls trail and then march day and night until they caught up with her.
After about twenty minutes Primo locate her tracks. What surprised her was that they were not alone. The other set of prints were from a sandaled foot and not the boots that house guards wore, neither were they roman boot prints. No, she was pretty sure, no matter how unlikely it was. He was certain the sandals of Dominus son Lucius! What on earth was he doing outside the Villa with an escaped slave? What the ramifications of this were for either one of them he could scarcely guess so he decided for the moment to keep the information about the boy to himself until he could think of a way to exploit the situation to his best benefit. Well, he would have plenty of time to scheme and plan. The two fugitives had about a 20 hour head start on him so he would need to walk as long as possible and sleep as little as possible.
He guessed that either they were heading for some place of refuge to hole up in until word could be gotten out to the band of escaped slaves that had attacked the Dominus’ caravan or they would just keep running in hopes of finding them on the road. Either way he figured they had a better chance of finding them then they had of finding help.
About noon time they came across a stream and a matted down area where they had sat and rested. Actually it looked like she had lain down while he sat up and kept watched. After snooping around some more Primo came discovered several leaves with slightly tacky blood. Not so much that it would have been life threatening, but it was significant enough to slow them down. She would be extra tired, woozy, and disoriented. Even with the boy helping her, they wouldn’t be able to move at a very fast pace. With this new news, Primo begin to calculate that they would catch up to them sometime around noon tomorrow. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t be able link up with help that fast.
Encouraged by his findings, Primo was about to press on when a sudden crashing noise erupted from the opposite side of the creek where trees were the thickest. He signaled his companions and they melted into the shadows to wait and see what the forest would bring them.
It was a woman. She was on the run, constantly looking back over her shoulder like she expected whatever she was running from to suddenly appear. When she reached the creek bed she fell to her knees, drinking like a dog, lapping up water as fast as she could. She still had not seen them. The moment she was finished drinking she lurched to her feet preparing to cross the creek when one of the twins stepped out of the foliage. She screamed and stumbled backwards, falling on her ass.
“Please don’t hurt me, please I am running from a bad man. Please kind sir…”
Primo recognized her immediately. She was one of Domina’s slaves. He stepped out from the bushes causing her to jump from fright. “Settle yourself down wench. Nobody’s going to hurt you. You’re safe now. What are you running from?”
“A dark creature, Master. A creature that resembles a wolf but he cannot hi
de his evil origins.”
“Wait, it’s just a wolf right? What’s so unusual about a wolf in the forest?”
“Because it’s not just a wolf. This one’s a werewolf!”
“A werewolf? Are you certain, woman?”
“Yes. He got my companion and I only just escaped. We must leave the forest immediately and inform Dominus that werewolves are living here now.”
“How far from here?”
“I’m sorry Master, I have been running for a long time. I don’t know where the beast is but we have to run. It is coming Master. Come, we must go.” She glanced around wildly like she expected it to come crashing out of the trees at any moment.
He held out his arms towards her. “Come, while I’m here, no wolf-beast is going to bother you, I promise.”
The girl took a tentative step in his direction. “Will you take me back to the Villa then?”
“Of course. Perhaps you can help me in return.”
The woman instantly became compliant and stepped into his outstretched arms. “How can I help?”
Primo set his hands on her delicate shoulders and pressed down firmly until the woman was on her knees before him. He looked up at the twins who were watching him. He signaled them to keep watch, then he returned his attention to the woman. He took his stiffening cock out of his tunic and pressed the tip to the girl’s lips. Obediently, she opened her mouth to accept his offering. Her mouth was hot and her tongue was doing wonders with the head of his cock until he was as hard as steel. He grabbed her hair on either side of her head and with each thrust of his cock he yanked her head into his sweaty thighs. She tried to cry out, but it was muffled around his cock so it came out as a lot of garbled noises, and he liked that. Enthused by her reaction Primo renewed his efforts in an attempt to skull fuck her to oblivion. In no time he was spewing his load down the woman’s throat and he kept on thrusting and spewing, and thrusting until the woman went slack and collapsed in the ground.
The twins looked up at him, his wild chaotic lust mirrored back in their own eyes. He looked down at the woman who was beginning to stir, then back to the questioning eyes of the two gladiators.
“Go ahead,” he said. “When you’re through, make sure she is silenced. You can catch up to me later, I’ll just be following the creek.”
“Yes Primo,” they replied enthusiastically.
“Just don’t dally too long. We still have work to do.” Without waiting for a response he took off jogging along the creek bed, the woman’s cries music to his ears. He wished he’d have had time to stay and watch, but…
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CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Cat and Mouse
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Primo knelt down placed his hands just over the coals in the makeshift fire pit. Though he wasn’t certain, he thought he could feel a little bit of warmth coming off the blackened branches. It didn’t really matter. He was close, he knew it. It was the afternoon of day two and by his estimation, he should be storming their camp by nightfall at the latest. The imagined looks that would be on her sullen face sent thrills to his loins as he remembered the last time he’d had his way with her before that boy interrupted him; again! Well, he couldn’t help it if the Dominus’ son was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was mortally wounded. He had been wondering what to do about the kid and how to remove him so he wouldn’t be a deterrent to him becoming Lanista and this little hunt seemed to be the perfect time.
“We’re close,” he replied, in response to the twin’s questions. He could feel their restlessness. They had rejoined him an hour ago after he’d left them with the woman as a reward for their help. Even after dallying with her, they were still itching for a fight. “They’re sticking to the river hoping it will lead them to the next settlement but they’ll never even get close.”
He stood up and took off running, motioning for them to follow. They also took to following the creek with the assumption that after all this time they weren’t going to suddenly break off and head back up the bank and off into the thicker woods. The exact thing they should have done. They had not gone too long when they surprised a lone individual getting water from the creek.
The man didn’t see Primo and the twins until it was too late. The sound of the water crashing over the rocks sufficiently masked their approach until they were only about 3 meters away. He jumped up drawing his gladius, clearly unsure if he wanted to stay and fight or try to run for it.
Just as Primo came within striking distance, the man threw down his sword and dropped to his knees, hands over his head.
“Please don’t hurt me, I surrender. I am a wounded man, I cannot fight you.”
Primo halted in front of the man, positioning his foot on the man’s sword so he couldn’t pick it up again, and resting his own weapon at the base of his neck. “Who are you?”
I am a Gaul on my way to Savona to find work. My friends call me Smithy…I work in the forges.” He said by way of explanation.
“What are you doing here, man from Gaul? Your nowhere near Savona, and how did you come by that injury?”
“I was set upon by a lad and his girl this morning. I only barely escaped with my life.”
Suddenly Primo was interested. He indicated the man could put his hands down and he sheathed his gladius.
“Tell me of this boy and girl who attacked you.”
“First kind sirs, my wound…”
Primo turned to the twins. “Here, take my pack and see to his wounds. This man must live.”
While the twins did some basic field medicine Primo questioned him. “So, what exactly happened, and where? And be quick about it. I have been hunting those two for two days now and I grow impatient.”
“I became lost after my horse threw me and wandered into their camp where they immediately attacked me. The boy was no fighter, but the girl, had she not been wounded and dazed...”
“Yes, well she’s not that good. When I find her she will be put in her place as will the boy.”
“Well I would have been fine had it not been for the boy distracting me. She got the drop on me and sliced me good, as you saw.
Something about the man didn’t make sense to Primo. His story just wasn’t fitting with his bearing. Clearly something happened. He also had a hard time believing either one of them together or separately would attacked unless they absolutely had too. Primo didn’t really want to add another person to their group, especially a wounded man. But he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of leaving him out here and having to worry about the man slitting his throat in the night. In the end he ended up letting the man go free, but with a small knife; he decided to keep the man’s sword with a promise to return it if he would come by the Villa later.
They parted ways and the three hunters ran on.
* * *
Lucius
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Petronia and Lucius were just putting out their fire when a maddened man came crashing out of the trees, sword in hand and bearing down on them. Petronia dove under his first strike as she launched herself for her sword which was propped up against a rock while she was relaxing. Why do they always come when she wasn’t ready? The man’s backswing was surprisingly fast and he may have clipped Petronia if it hadn’t been for Lucius. Not quite knowing what else to do, being unarmed, he simply kicked the man in his posterior causing him to fall forward on the ground next to Petronia. She was still in no condition to be fighting but she managed to get her hands on her dagger and she just rolled over and stabbed the guy in his side. Before she could make a second strike he man jumped up only to be confronted by Lucius who had come up with her gladius. He wasn’t a professional, but the man didn’t know that. Lucius advanced aggressively and the man’s courage began to falter. Lucius took another step towards the man and that was it for him. He was already wounded and outnumbered. By their looks they weren’t worth robbing, and as far as the girl, she was a little old for his taste. If she could magically lose about a half dozen years she would be
ripe for his plucking; but not now. He turned heels and ran off through the woods back the way they had just come. At least he wasn’t going to be up ahead where they were headed.
“Are you alright,” he asked Petronia who was lying back down on the ground.
“A bit dizzy…”
“Yes, you really lost a lot of blood. You’re in no shape to be fighting.”
“And you…you’re hardly capable.”
“I’d love for you to teach me….when you’re feeling better of course. We really should move on. Can you walk with me supporting you?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not really. I know you need rest but I don’t want to stay here in case that guy comes back looking for more trouble.”
“Let’s go then. Where are we going?”
“I heard that if you follow this stream here it empties into the Kern River and that will eventually take us to the port town of Sepua. It’s big enough we could lose ourselves in the crowds there and figure out what to do.”
“Walk then…”
Lucius set off at a slow pace so as not to wear Petronia out even more. After a half hour of silence Petronia asked: “Why is it you’re always being so nice to me?”
“You don’t want me to be nice?”
“No, it’s just…different, I guess.” Petronia would never have admitted it, but every time the boy…young man was around her she felt like she was going to faint or something. She would feel all giddy and warm inside, and lately she began to wonder what it would be like to kiss him. Would his lips be rough or soft? What would his breath smell like? She hoped hers wasn’t sour. Then she scolded herself for thinking like that. He was after all only 15. Although by Roman standards that made him a man. In her culture, you weren’t a man until you were 17. This was all wrong. She tried to close her mind to such thoughts but was having a hard time being successful.
Even though he was tired, Lucius felt he could walk this way arm and arm with her forever and not get bored. He was enjoying the touch of her skin and the way she leaned on him for support. She needed him and he liked that. He liked her natural smell. It identified her. He would recognize her in a room full of women even if he was blindfolded. He longed to hold her in his arms and kiss her. He was a man now and she was an adult too…but he didn’t know if she shared those same feelings for him. Perhaps this was the time to find out. At the Villa there was never time for long talks because there was never any privacy. Of course he wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with the slave girls unless it was to just lie with them for fun. But he didn’t want that with Petronia. Well, not just that. He would like to lay with her but she was more to him than that.