Serva
Executioner
Serva's Roman Fantasy
So due to the warm welcome and interest I've received on Crux Forums, I've decided to make this thread, where I will share my Ancient Roman slavery fantasy. It will start very one-sided as this will be a place where I will bare all of the depths of my fantasy to anyone who might be interested in discussing them with me. One of the reasons I joined this website in the first place was to (hopefully) find like-minded individuals with whom to have extensive and profound discussions about slavery, and I'm thinking it was a very good decision!
Some of you would've read my thoughts already on the Sweatbox thread. I will recap some of that here, but I will also elaborate on them. All comments are greatly appreciated! And if you have Roman slavery fantasies of your own, feel free to share them here.
This is my fantasy:
I am a slave girl in a Roman latifundium in Italy, somewhere in the fertile Ager Falernus south of Rome. The estate is enormous, it's main economic activity being large-scale food production by the cultivation of wheat and barley, apples, pears, almonds and figs and of course, wine. The grapes is pressed in the latifundium itself. There are also herds of sheep, goats and cattle. The Dominus is a very wealthy man of senatorial rank, a patrician through and through born of endless generations of patricians.
I am an Athenian unmarried girl of high class; my family owned farmland and animals and we had a big house in Athens. At that time Athens existed under Roman hegemony, though it retained its institutions, institutions which attempted an uprising that was cruelly crushed by the legions. They take the city by assault and what follows are days of plunder, rape and murder.
But thousands survive, and we all become slaves. When they herd me out of the city in shackles I see rows of crosses along the road, and on them, the writhing, bleeding bodies of the rebellion's leaders, as well as those of many soldiers.
It is a feeling like nothing else in the world. Dread seeps throughout my body and clutches at my throat. My heart hammers and my stomach sinks, and I feel cold and numb and my vision blurs. Everything seems unreal and I feel as if dreaming, but it is a nightmare. The metallic taste of fear clings to my mouth. Most of us look lost and confused. My shoulders and my head slump as if they were being pulled. I cannot straighten up.
Eventually, I am exhibited at market, in Italy, in Brundisium or even in Rome herself.
I am not displayed with the masses of slaves out to the public. The dealer who acquiried me specializes in catering to patricians. I am told that because I am so young, because I am Greek and of high class, and because I am so beautiful, I will be a sheltered, coveted house slave and that I should be grateful.
I am displayed inside a private courtyard in the slave market. I hear the public auctions going on outside, and the rattle of chains.
There comes a man to see, a patrician by the look of his clothes. He is followed by a number of his slaves, one of whom holds a parasol over his head. From the moment he lays eyes on me I feel violated. His gaze is knowing and invasive and it rakes me from head to toe as if he was drinking in my nudity through his eyes. I squirm... but to my eternal shame I don't even make a sound. I don't move, I just take it, like a slave.
He fondles me. He pinches one of my nipples to hear me yelp. He ends up buying me for thousands of denarii.
From the very beginning I know I am a sex slave, even if most of my waking hours are spent doing housework. He never lets me forget why he bought me.
(I will be adding more posts, perhaps elaborating on this first post if there's interest for it).
So due to the warm welcome and interest I've received on Crux Forums, I've decided to make this thread, where I will share my Ancient Roman slavery fantasy. It will start very one-sided as this will be a place where I will bare all of the depths of my fantasy to anyone who might be interested in discussing them with me. One of the reasons I joined this website in the first place was to (hopefully) find like-minded individuals with whom to have extensive and profound discussions about slavery, and I'm thinking it was a very good decision!
Some of you would've read my thoughts already on the Sweatbox thread. I will recap some of that here, but I will also elaborate on them. All comments are greatly appreciated! And if you have Roman slavery fantasies of your own, feel free to share them here.
This is my fantasy:
I am a slave girl in a Roman latifundium in Italy, somewhere in the fertile Ager Falernus south of Rome. The estate is enormous, it's main economic activity being large-scale food production by the cultivation of wheat and barley, apples, pears, almonds and figs and of course, wine. The grapes is pressed in the latifundium itself. There are also herds of sheep, goats and cattle. The Dominus is a very wealthy man of senatorial rank, a patrician through and through born of endless generations of patricians.
I am an Athenian unmarried girl of high class; my family owned farmland and animals and we had a big house in Athens. At that time Athens existed under Roman hegemony, though it retained its institutions, institutions which attempted an uprising that was cruelly crushed by the legions. They take the city by assault and what follows are days of plunder, rape and murder.
But thousands survive, and we all become slaves. When they herd me out of the city in shackles I see rows of crosses along the road, and on them, the writhing, bleeding bodies of the rebellion's leaders, as well as those of many soldiers.
It is a feeling like nothing else in the world. Dread seeps throughout my body and clutches at my throat. My heart hammers and my stomach sinks, and I feel cold and numb and my vision blurs. Everything seems unreal and I feel as if dreaming, but it is a nightmare. The metallic taste of fear clings to my mouth. Most of us look lost and confused. My shoulders and my head slump as if they were being pulled. I cannot straighten up.
Eventually, I am exhibited at market, in Italy, in Brundisium or even in Rome herself.
I am not displayed with the masses of slaves out to the public. The dealer who acquiried me specializes in catering to patricians. I am told that because I am so young, because I am Greek and of high class, and because I am so beautiful, I will be a sheltered, coveted house slave and that I should be grateful.
I am displayed inside a private courtyard in the slave market. I hear the public auctions going on outside, and the rattle of chains.
There comes a man to see, a patrician by the look of his clothes. He is followed by a number of his slaves, one of whom holds a parasol over his head. From the moment he lays eyes on me I feel violated. His gaze is knowing and invasive and it rakes me from head to toe as if he was drinking in my nudity through his eyes. I squirm... but to my eternal shame I don't even make a sound. I don't move, I just take it, like a slave.
He fondles me. He pinches one of my nipples to hear me yelp. He ends up buying me for thousands of denarii.
From the very beginning I know I am a sex slave, even if most of my waking hours are spent doing housework. He never lets me forget why he bought me.
(I will be adding more posts, perhaps elaborating on this first post if there's interest for it).
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