Cella
Spectator
Livia:
Livia Urgulanilla is the only child of the governor and his now deceased wife. She was much doted on as an only child and, as can be expected, grew up spoiled and self-centered. Now, at 20 years old, she was, for an aristocratic young Roman woman, of an age when she was expected to be married, or at least engaged. But the reason Livia was neither was much her own fault. Though very attractive in a cool, sharp-featured way for a woman, her personality as something of a harpy was well-known, and deserved. She was highly contemptuous of her social inferiors and quite vain in general. This was not uncommon behavior in Roman aristocracy. Livia, however, had a much darker, dangerous side that she carefully hid from her father and others.
She was, even at the young age of 20, quite experienced sexually. She lost her virginity at 13 to a young stable hand at her father’s villa north of Rome. When it was discovered what had occurred the young man was quietly killed to cover up the incident. This did not stop Livia. She continued to have sexual encounters with various men that created such possibility for scandal that her father decided to ask the emperor for a provincial governorship so as to get his daughter out of Italy. The Dalmatian governor had recently completed a lengthy term and retired so Livia wound up at age 15 in the governor’s palace at Salona.
Livia’s sexual proclivities now included girls. She had her body slaves, Hyrmina and Philea, obtain girls and even young women for her bed. These lesbian affairs were far easier to conceal. All this activity was kept secret from her doting father who thought his daughter had reformed her ways. Livia was obviously highly intelligent so her father hired the best tutors to see to her education. She managed to seduce one of them. His lifeless body was later found floating in the sewers of the city.
By the time she was 18 Livia had earned a fearsome reputation among the palace staff. It was widely accepted that she could dispose of anyone who displeased her, so her requests, however trivial, were acted upon as though they were the word of god. By the age of 20 she was firmly in control of the operation of the palace. Her father had aged a lot since the recent rebellion and was beginning to withdraw from official life, ruling instead through various assistants and functionaries.
Livia’s cruel streak and utter indifference to the suffering of others extended to secretly visiting the city dungeons. There she would watch the torture of men and women and sometimes even participate. The warden was too terrified of her to object and did his best satisfy her requests. She became quite adept with the lash, especially when applying it to the naked bodies of young women.
Livia took great advantage of her social status as the daughter of the governor and, as the senior woman in the governor’s household. She was always able to manipulate her father to get from him almost anything she wanted. And what she wanted most of all right now was a husband of the appropriate rank and stature. Despite her cruel streak and sexual perversions, she was not crazy. Rather, like many sociopaths, she managed to conceal her true nature from others. She was ambitious and wanted to be a great lady of Rome, and perhaps, if the gods willed it, even the wife of an emperor someday. Just like an earlier Livia in Roman history – Livia Drusilla, the wife of the god-emperor Augustus – Livia Urgulanilla wanted, more than anything, to be the power behind the throne of Rome.
But the odds of achieving this goal were virtually nil is she did not marry well. Part of the problem was that Livia lived in a Roman province, not Rome itself. Though her father was governor of the province, and a man of considerable power and influence even back in Rome, Livia was distant from the political and power milieu where such things could more easily be arranged. Of all the potential suitors of appropriate stature and lineage in Salona, or even Rome for that matter, Marcus Aelius Severus was one of the most eligible. His family was one of the most ancient in Rome and he was clearly being groomed for senior military leadership or high political office someday. So Livia set her eye on him.
The governor wanted a good marriage for his daughter as much as she. Livia made it clear to him that she favored young Marcus Aelius and desired that her father arrange a social meeting. Hence, Livia was introduced socially to Marcus him at a formal dinner at the governor's palace. Livia took an instant liking to the handsome Marcus, and although the two chatted amiably all evening it was obvious to Livia that he was not as interested in her as she was in him. How could he not be? She asked herself. He should have been entranced with her! After all, she was a beautiful, young, aristocratic Roman woman. Perfectly suited to him socially, highly intelligent and educated. Her conversational skills across a wide range of topics and areas of learning were exceptional, though she was careful not to sound too intelligent or interrupt when Marcus was talking. Though not given to giddiness or laughter by nature, she nonetheless behaved girlish and light-hearted at the appropriate times. She had studied his family’s considerable history of accomplishments in detail and flattered him with her knowledge. So, if Marcus wasn’t lured in by her obvious beauty, sparkling conversation, and apparent sincere interest in him, she was also prepared to appeal to him by her raw sensuality.
Livia wore a specially commissioned gown for the occasion that clung to her slender figure and was draped low enough in front to give Marcus ample opportunity to admire her swelling, creamy breasts. The fabric was sheer enough that the outline of her figure and her long, slender legs were obvious when she stood in front of the setting sun or a brightly burning brazier. When she stood as straight as possible and held her chest high, her prominent nipples pressing into the fine fabric were tantalizingly visible. What man doesn’t ogle nipples, she figured. She stood close to Marcus whenever possible, taking every opportunity to press her breasts into his arm and her hips into his side, touching him lightly, and using her sultry voice to keep him constantly focused on her presence. Other young women in attendance were more than a little shocked by her behavior. None of them tried to seriously attract Marcus’s attention. They knew of Livia's reputation. It was understood that he was here for Livia alone.
At dinner, Livia arranged for Marcus to recline on the couch next to hers, so she would remain easily visible to him. All through dinner she admired Marcus’s effortless ability to charm those around him. She had to work hard at being charming as it was not natural for her given her sociopathic tendencies. Marcus’s charm was no doubt largely due to his good looks. He looked every inch to be a classic, virile Roman man. Like Livia, Marcus was an excellent conversationalist and keenly intelligent. He was congenial and witty but Livia also saw in him the ability to be manipulative and able to bend others to his will. She sensed, correctly, that his deeper character was darker and more controlling than what he showed in public. Clearly the mark of an aristocrat. She approved greatly. They seemed ideally matched. She’s be a perfect wife for him. And she’d see to it that he climbed to the heights that she, Livia Urgulanilla, aspired to!
But the nagging question: Why wasn’t Marcus interested in her? Livia convinced herself there had to be another woman. A competitor! She must find out who it was. So she had him followed. Well, as much as was possible while he was in the city. Livia directed her trusted personal slaves, Hyrmina and Philea, to follow Marcus around as much as possible and report back to her on his activities. Livia’s two slaves had been with her for the past five years, since her arrival in the city, and were wholly dedicated to their cruel mistress. Livia knew there were no Roman women in Salona, or even in the whole of Dalmatia, of higher rank than she. If Marcus was seeing any of them there would be ways of dealing with a competitor of a lower social rank. And if he were seeing a common woman, such as a provincial, or even a whore, there are ways of dealing with them too.
Eventually it was reported to Livia by Hyrmina that Marcus indeed had been seen with a certain provincial girl. Livia was enraged! Marcus was to be hers! This provincial cunt had no business trying to woo a man of such rank. She was utterly beneath him. Yet men, to Livia’s understanding, no matter how high-born, always had a taste for the flesh of inferior women. She could never understand why. Livia ordered her slaves to keep track of further meetings between them.
Livia swore to herself: “This bitch will not keep Marcus from me!
The relationship between Marcus and the provincial girl had gone on for several weeks. According to reports from her slaves, Livia was somewhat surprised that it was still, apparently, a non-sexual relationship. This seemed incredibly odd. The girl was reported to be quite beautiful, by provincial standards. How had Marcus not fucked her yet? The slaves reported that the two were meeting in the gardens behind the Temple of Venus. Livia ordered them take her along next time Marcus and the girl met so she could see this provincial girl for herself.
The next time Marcus and Marcella were observed in the gardens, Hyrmina sent Philea were there to see them. Philea quickly returned to the palace to inform her mistress. She returned with Livia in just enough time to see Marcus and Marcella say their goodbyes.
"There they are my lady," says Hyrmina, pointing to the embracing couple. Watching from a safe distance, so as not to be noticed, Livia is horrified to see Marcus associating publically with this lowly girl. "How can he do this to me?" She hisses to her slaves as she points towards Marcus.
Livia's face grows utterly cold, then filled with rage as she watches Marcus and Marcella embracing. She turns away as they depart the forum by their separate routes so that Marcus will not see her. She does approach quite closely to Marcella and gets a very good look at her. As reported, she is beautiful. But again, in an inferior provincial sort of way. Rather dark-skinned. Most unlike the fair skin of a proper Roman lady. Whatever did Marcus see in this creature and why hadn't he just fucked her by now and be done with her!
"I will not stand for this!" Livia shouts to her slaves. "Follow her. I want to know where this bitch lives. And I must know her name and family!"
Livia Urgulanilla is the only child of the governor and his now deceased wife. She was much doted on as an only child and, as can be expected, grew up spoiled and self-centered. Now, at 20 years old, she was, for an aristocratic young Roman woman, of an age when she was expected to be married, or at least engaged. But the reason Livia was neither was much her own fault. Though very attractive in a cool, sharp-featured way for a woman, her personality as something of a harpy was well-known, and deserved. She was highly contemptuous of her social inferiors and quite vain in general. This was not uncommon behavior in Roman aristocracy. Livia, however, had a much darker, dangerous side that she carefully hid from her father and others.
She was, even at the young age of 20, quite experienced sexually. She lost her virginity at 13 to a young stable hand at her father’s villa north of Rome. When it was discovered what had occurred the young man was quietly killed to cover up the incident. This did not stop Livia. She continued to have sexual encounters with various men that created such possibility for scandal that her father decided to ask the emperor for a provincial governorship so as to get his daughter out of Italy. The Dalmatian governor had recently completed a lengthy term and retired so Livia wound up at age 15 in the governor’s palace at Salona.
Livia’s sexual proclivities now included girls. She had her body slaves, Hyrmina and Philea, obtain girls and even young women for her bed. These lesbian affairs were far easier to conceal. All this activity was kept secret from her doting father who thought his daughter had reformed her ways. Livia was obviously highly intelligent so her father hired the best tutors to see to her education. She managed to seduce one of them. His lifeless body was later found floating in the sewers of the city.
By the time she was 18 Livia had earned a fearsome reputation among the palace staff. It was widely accepted that she could dispose of anyone who displeased her, so her requests, however trivial, were acted upon as though they were the word of god. By the age of 20 she was firmly in control of the operation of the palace. Her father had aged a lot since the recent rebellion and was beginning to withdraw from official life, ruling instead through various assistants and functionaries.
Livia’s cruel streak and utter indifference to the suffering of others extended to secretly visiting the city dungeons. There she would watch the torture of men and women and sometimes even participate. The warden was too terrified of her to object and did his best satisfy her requests. She became quite adept with the lash, especially when applying it to the naked bodies of young women.
Livia took great advantage of her social status as the daughter of the governor and, as the senior woman in the governor’s household. She was always able to manipulate her father to get from him almost anything she wanted. And what she wanted most of all right now was a husband of the appropriate rank and stature. Despite her cruel streak and sexual perversions, she was not crazy. Rather, like many sociopaths, she managed to conceal her true nature from others. She was ambitious and wanted to be a great lady of Rome, and perhaps, if the gods willed it, even the wife of an emperor someday. Just like an earlier Livia in Roman history – Livia Drusilla, the wife of the god-emperor Augustus – Livia Urgulanilla wanted, more than anything, to be the power behind the throne of Rome.
But the odds of achieving this goal were virtually nil is she did not marry well. Part of the problem was that Livia lived in a Roman province, not Rome itself. Though her father was governor of the province, and a man of considerable power and influence even back in Rome, Livia was distant from the political and power milieu where such things could more easily be arranged. Of all the potential suitors of appropriate stature and lineage in Salona, or even Rome for that matter, Marcus Aelius Severus was one of the most eligible. His family was one of the most ancient in Rome and he was clearly being groomed for senior military leadership or high political office someday. So Livia set her eye on him.
The governor wanted a good marriage for his daughter as much as she. Livia made it clear to him that she favored young Marcus Aelius and desired that her father arrange a social meeting. Hence, Livia was introduced socially to Marcus him at a formal dinner at the governor's palace. Livia took an instant liking to the handsome Marcus, and although the two chatted amiably all evening it was obvious to Livia that he was not as interested in her as she was in him. How could he not be? She asked herself. He should have been entranced with her! After all, she was a beautiful, young, aristocratic Roman woman. Perfectly suited to him socially, highly intelligent and educated. Her conversational skills across a wide range of topics and areas of learning were exceptional, though she was careful not to sound too intelligent or interrupt when Marcus was talking. Though not given to giddiness or laughter by nature, she nonetheless behaved girlish and light-hearted at the appropriate times. She had studied his family’s considerable history of accomplishments in detail and flattered him with her knowledge. So, if Marcus wasn’t lured in by her obvious beauty, sparkling conversation, and apparent sincere interest in him, she was also prepared to appeal to him by her raw sensuality.
Livia wore a specially commissioned gown for the occasion that clung to her slender figure and was draped low enough in front to give Marcus ample opportunity to admire her swelling, creamy breasts. The fabric was sheer enough that the outline of her figure and her long, slender legs were obvious when she stood in front of the setting sun or a brightly burning brazier. When she stood as straight as possible and held her chest high, her prominent nipples pressing into the fine fabric were tantalizingly visible. What man doesn’t ogle nipples, she figured. She stood close to Marcus whenever possible, taking every opportunity to press her breasts into his arm and her hips into his side, touching him lightly, and using her sultry voice to keep him constantly focused on her presence. Other young women in attendance were more than a little shocked by her behavior. None of them tried to seriously attract Marcus’s attention. They knew of Livia's reputation. It was understood that he was here for Livia alone.
At dinner, Livia arranged for Marcus to recline on the couch next to hers, so she would remain easily visible to him. All through dinner she admired Marcus’s effortless ability to charm those around him. She had to work hard at being charming as it was not natural for her given her sociopathic tendencies. Marcus’s charm was no doubt largely due to his good looks. He looked every inch to be a classic, virile Roman man. Like Livia, Marcus was an excellent conversationalist and keenly intelligent. He was congenial and witty but Livia also saw in him the ability to be manipulative and able to bend others to his will. She sensed, correctly, that his deeper character was darker and more controlling than what he showed in public. Clearly the mark of an aristocrat. She approved greatly. They seemed ideally matched. She’s be a perfect wife for him. And she’d see to it that he climbed to the heights that she, Livia Urgulanilla, aspired to!
But the nagging question: Why wasn’t Marcus interested in her? Livia convinced herself there had to be another woman. A competitor! She must find out who it was. So she had him followed. Well, as much as was possible while he was in the city. Livia directed her trusted personal slaves, Hyrmina and Philea, to follow Marcus around as much as possible and report back to her on his activities. Livia’s two slaves had been with her for the past five years, since her arrival in the city, and were wholly dedicated to their cruel mistress. Livia knew there were no Roman women in Salona, or even in the whole of Dalmatia, of higher rank than she. If Marcus was seeing any of them there would be ways of dealing with a competitor of a lower social rank. And if he were seeing a common woman, such as a provincial, or even a whore, there are ways of dealing with them too.
Eventually it was reported to Livia by Hyrmina that Marcus indeed had been seen with a certain provincial girl. Livia was enraged! Marcus was to be hers! This provincial cunt had no business trying to woo a man of such rank. She was utterly beneath him. Yet men, to Livia’s understanding, no matter how high-born, always had a taste for the flesh of inferior women. She could never understand why. Livia ordered her slaves to keep track of further meetings between them.
Livia swore to herself: “This bitch will not keep Marcus from me!
The relationship between Marcus and the provincial girl had gone on for several weeks. According to reports from her slaves, Livia was somewhat surprised that it was still, apparently, a non-sexual relationship. This seemed incredibly odd. The girl was reported to be quite beautiful, by provincial standards. How had Marcus not fucked her yet? The slaves reported that the two were meeting in the gardens behind the Temple of Venus. Livia ordered them take her along next time Marcus and the girl met so she could see this provincial girl for herself.
The next time Marcus and Marcella were observed in the gardens, Hyrmina sent Philea were there to see them. Philea quickly returned to the palace to inform her mistress. She returned with Livia in just enough time to see Marcus and Marcella say their goodbyes.
"There they are my lady," says Hyrmina, pointing to the embracing couple. Watching from a safe distance, so as not to be noticed, Livia is horrified to see Marcus associating publically with this lowly girl. "How can he do this to me?" She hisses to her slaves as she points towards Marcus.
Livia's face grows utterly cold, then filled with rage as she watches Marcus and Marcella embracing. She turns away as they depart the forum by their separate routes so that Marcus will not see her. She does approach quite closely to Marcella and gets a very good look at her. As reported, she is beautiful. But again, in an inferior provincial sort of way. Rather dark-skinned. Most unlike the fair skin of a proper Roman lady. Whatever did Marcus see in this creature and why hadn't he just fucked her by now and be done with her!
"I will not stand for this!" Livia shouts to her slaves. "Follow her. I want to know where this bitch lives. And I must know her name and family!"
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