I completely understand. I'm constantly struggling not to post a new story or a new episode until it is really done. I want so much to share with my friends.Your efforts and Kathy’s makes me realise my ad lib scribble could benefit from a few redrafted before posting here
I was probably just excited to share my fantasy.
Sounds like Marcus would be the 'owner' of choice but with Barb's luck she could well end up in the chains of Galerius! Looking forward to finding out!Septimus stood by the archway entrance and personally greeted each bidder. He was most pleased to see the turnout – over twenty of the wealthiest men on Narbo – all men who had purchased female slaves from him before. These were the elite of the city and would certainly bid up the price on the Goth slut. Silva directed each man to the servants who held trays with goblets of fine Faustian Falernian wine (regarded as the “first growth,” wine of its day) and then to inspect the girl.
Silva particularly greeted Marcus Claudius, patriarch of the oldest and most dignified family in Gallia Narbonensis. A man of great wealth and even more impressive manners and comportment, he was respected and admired by most in the city. Just past mid-life, Marcus had retained a youth posture and strong constitution. His face was handsome with gray at his temples, a classic Roman nose, and a confident smile. His flashing blue eyes seemed to convey friendliness and concern for all he met. Though of far superior social status, he did not hesitate to greet Silva with familiar and warm words.
Septimus turned back to the door to see Galerius Antonius, the son of the Governor, enter. He regarded the young man with mixed feelings. A notoriously spoiled and rude man, he constantly indulged in petty cruelties to those servants around him. Not a patrician in Narbo had any respect for him. His fat, acne-scarred face and tiny mouth presented an unpleasant appearance. Even at twenty, Galerius was already fat with a large belly. His rotund frame was supported precariously by genu varum (bandy-legs). However, he always carried a purse as fat as his middle (courtesy of his indulgent and rich father) and would pay extravagant amounts for a young slave (of either sex) that excited his fancy. The bello praeconem greeted the disgusting man with due obsequiousness.
A Roman slave auction
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Love that PrPr - The Brank is heinous, wonderfully atrocious! Barb is clearly an educated, multi lingual woman ... This treatment must be so demeaning ... not to mention the awful anticipation she is suffering as she waits to find out who will become her 'owner'. Great detail as always PrPr ...Septimus's attention to his arriving guests was interrupted by a commotion from the center of the room. It was evident that Barbara resented the pawing and probing of her most intimate parts by the eager men. While her chains keep her in place, spread and open, she could and did unleash a torrent of complaints and curses in Latin, Gallic, and Goth. While most of the men laughed at her outburst, Silve found it unseemly and distracting. He called over his chief assistant.
“Apply the brank to the bitch. Use the salis et sinapis oleum et caeruleum vitriolum (salt, mustard oil, and blue vitrol (copper sulfate) – all gag and nausea-inducing substances common in ancient times) to make her learn a lesson."
The assistant grabbed a small phallic-shaped piece of iron mounted on a leather strap. After dipping it in the noxious mixture, he whet behind the protesting slavegirl. When next she cursed, he shoved the iron piece in her mouth and tied the leather tightly around her head.
Barb was immediately reduced to muffled sounds. Within moments, the iron pressing against the back of her mouth and the salty, sour, bitter tastes combined to cause the first gag. Soon the girl had all she could do to prevent vomiting.
The male bidders knew well what had been done and laughed uproariously at the girl's distressed expression and desperate swallows to hold back her gorge. Adding to her general sensuous appearance, the clenching of her belly in chemically induced trauma seemed that of a woman in the midst of an orgasm.
The brank was fairly commonplace in earlier times to quieten nagging women but that noxious mixture was a particularly cruel twist, and one that you probably dreamt up with Barb in mind!
I won`t if you won`t.
What a scurrilous lie! It was very much 'Rapto' - but our hapless heroine is 'branked up' so that she can only gurgle her objections through the penetrative and foul tasting gag!Silva saw that all the waiting bidders had now entered and was about to close the outer curtain when he saw a short, well-dressed elderly man approach. He immediately recognized the Quaestor, Lucius Piso. Septimus had several run-ins with Piso in the past. The officious man liked to throw his weight around and enjoyed insisting on the fiscal laws' literal interpretations, especially concerning slave auctions. By inviting him to his auctions and plying him with a generous helping of fine wine, Silva had achieved a decent modus vivendi with the questor. The imperious men walked up and greeted Silva, condescendingly, "I understand you have a special piece of merchandise on sale this morning, bello praeconem. I thought I would come by and ensure that the proceedings are in strict compliance with the ius gentium* and other laws.”
“Rest assured, Questor, the laws shall be completely followed.”
"I have heard a rumor, probably scurrilous, that this might be a case of rapto**, which is, of course, a serious crime.”
"I can assure you, Sir, that is not the case. The girl is a Goth heretic, brought in by the soldiers after she attacked them as they were peacefully defending our land against barbarians."
“Quite so, Silva. That eliminates my concern on that issue. May I enter?”
"I am honored by your official presence!" Septimus bowed deeply and gestured for a wine goblet for Piso. While the Questor may have claimed to be there to enforce the law, Silve knew his real interests were drinking wine and inspecting a naked girl. He knew that Lucius would be no trouble today. He drew the curtain behind him and walked to the display platform.
* ius gentium - “international” law, governing catured enemies.
**rapto – kidnap, carry off, or rape. It was a serious crime to kidnap and enslave a free person.
Bought 'as-is' - and the buyers believe that the Goth slave is still 'in tact'. This is heading for trouble ...As Silva mounted the platform beside the chained and branked slave, he noted that the bidders were gathered expectantly around. They had all indulged unrestrainedly in poking, prodding, stroking, and exploring the soft, fair skin and flesh of Barb's exposed body. Unable to resist in any way, she had only been able to rattle her chains and attempt to protest. However, her shouts were reduced to muffled and gurgled sounds by the iron phallus invading her mouth. Copious drool, induced by the foul-tasting chemicals, leaked down her chin and dropped onto her lovely, full breasts.
"Cives," the auctioneer said, addressing the crowd, “I think it is time we got on with the business. I trust that all of you have enjoyed examining the merchandise and confirming her primum dignissim (prime asset).” A round of lustful laughter met his comment.
“Without running afoul of the Questor's prohibitions, I think I can state that the Goth's body will stimulate Homeric performance on the part of any male, even Tertius Aemilius." This remark was greeted by even louder laughter and good-natured jostling of the aforenamed elder. Tertius was a well-regarded late-septuagenarian in the city. He had retained a strong interest in nubile girl-flesh, though most believed that he was no longer capable of directly taking his pleasure anymore.
Laughing himself, Tertius retorted, “Do not worry, Septimus. Such a delectable morsel will arouse me to the rigor (stiffness) of a young man. Get on with the bidding!”
When the raucous laughter and applause that greeted that assertive reply died out, Silva asked a question, "Have all confirmed this slave's virgo condition?”
Impatient replies of 'yes' resounded throughout the chamber.
Silva turned to Piso, "Quaestor, Do I have your permission to remove the titulus as now irrelevant and sell this slave nihil cautum (as-is)?”
“Lucius replied in his best legal tone, “I find the bidders are fully informed and consenting. Therefore I declare this auction nihil cautum.”
“Give her a pilleus (cap),” Septimus ordered his servant. The man placed the floppy felt cap on Barb's head. Such a cap was given to freed slaves as a symbol of their liberty. In the case of a slave for sale, it represented the seller of being freed of any future guarantee.
Somehow, despite her dreadful conditions, Barb resented this demeaning item (the only garment on her entire body) perhaps more than anything else.