I selected three of my newly acquired slave girls to accompany me to my new quarters: Helva, of course; clever Minta, who had proven to be quite useful as a translator, and who, it turned out, showed surprising enthusiasm as a sprightly sex slave; and a third girl, a slender Germanic beauty named Iryna. Of the same delicate-boned and long-limbed race, Iryna was a bit younger and not quite as tall as the statuesque Helva; but there was something about her slim thighs and trim youthful body that stirred me powerfully. I noticed her cool beauty as she marched in line, head held high, pale blue eyes on some distant horizon. The small blonde face with neat, precise features. The bright golden hair that fell in smooth sheets to her shoulders. The slender limbs and lithe torso with the most appealing little breasts, two small, taut globes with slightly upturned nipples that stood up, perky and expectant. This was the trio I took with me when I left the cold, drafty fort and moved into a spacious suite of rooms overlooking the lake.
That evening I had my new sex slaves brought to the baths. We all needed to be cleaned up after the march home, and spending a few leisurely hours in the scented air of Gratius’s baths seemed the ideal way to ease away the aches of the campaign. Steam was rising from the shallow pools, the air rich with the aroma of fragrant oils and perfumes as I entered to find my girls waiting for me. As I had ordered, the three waited on their knees, sitting back on their heels, lined up in a row. They had been scrubbed and cleaned and, as befitted their new status, each wore the high leather collar, along with the wrist and ankle bands, of a sex slave.
Helva knelt erect on the left. Her hair was still wet, and the crown of her blonde head, which was tilted down, gleamed like burnished gold. She knelt with eyes downcast, for she would not meet my gaze unless 1 demanded it I watched her circular breasts rise and fall in gentle undulations, pink nipples moist and taut. Beside her, Iryna waited, her head held high, her damp blonde hair richly dark hung lank to her neck and softly sloping shoulders. She was watching me alertly, her blue eyes following my every move. Like the rest of her slim torso, her breasts were curiously white against the even tan of her limbs-two small white globes, each neat handful capped by impertinent nipples.
At the other end, Minta knelt, her head bowed respectfully. In light of her willing and cooperative attitude and her status as my official translator, she had been given one of the gauzy tunics worn by Gratius’s house slaves, while her two fellow slaves, unruly and not yet trained, were kept totally naked. I had come to appreciate this sprightly girl on the homeward march. She was eager to please and, far from sharing the other girls’ hatred of Rome, she was warmly affectionate and always willing. I learned that although she was a German, she was from a different tribe than the others. She had been captured in one of Unix’s raids and given to the imperious Helva, who had treated her with contempt. Naturally, she was overjoyed to find that her proud mistress had been reduced to the level of a mere sex slave, both of them now equal in their subservience to their Roman master.
Now 1 studied that slightly built nubile body with its firm titties, small crescent-shaped breasts that invited the touch. I delighted in sampling those skimpy little tits by rubbing them between my fingers, pulling on the elastic flesh till the girl squealed. I savored their dreamy feel, for the pale pliant skin was as smooth as silk. Her little breasts were tipped with neat caps and protruding nipples, precisely made nubbins, tiny stems that stuck out boldly. Her rich blonde hair was also damp. She wore it pulled back and tied in the Gaulish manner. Her filmy tunic was plastered to her body. Not for the first time, I felt a definite stirring of lust.
I ordered the slaves to kneel with their backs perfectly straight, hands behind their necks in a presentation position that Kimar often used to best show off a girl’s charms. Then, while the other two held the mandated pose, I summoned Minta to attend me. She had quickly learned the proper way to undress her lord and master, and I delighted in the feel of her soft, knowing hands as they passed over my body, undoing clasps and drawing off my belt. She removed my tunic and undid my loincloth, careful not to touch my swelling manhood, for such a move without my expressed permission would amount to gross impertinence! Then I eased back onto one of the couches, while my dutiful slave bent over me to untie my sandals and slip them off my feet.
Once naked, I stepped down into one of the inviting pools of warm water. I invited Minta to join me. She drew off her tunic swiftly, stripping her narrow form to bare the clean lines of the smooth front and the slight rises of her crescent-shaped titties that perched so proudly on her chest Her small, inviting pussy was a lightly furred mound hazed with a pale soft down; the pink lips small and puckered. I also summoned Iryna to join us in the bath. The two slave girls would bathe me while I kept Helva on her knees before me so that I might enjoy the pleasure of seeing her nude beauty as I gave myself up to the tender ministrations of my handmaidens.
Wading up to my knees in the water, I turned my back to Iryna while offering my front to Minta. The girls started to work on me, rubbing all over my body, first with invigorating stiff brushes, then with soft wet washcloths. Minta worked with her usual enthusiasm, covering every inch of skin methodically. I watched her scrub her way across my chest, taking her time there, pausing to play with the wet chest hairs, toying with my nipples, her nimble fingers working their way down my flinching belly, teasing along to skirt the edge of my pubic hair. I allowed her to wash my masculine equipment, but cautioned her to be quick about it, as I was already stiffening and I didn’t want to be brought to climax so soon in the game.
Meanwhile, Iryna was moving her hands over the knotted muscles of my back and shoulders, pressing lightly. Her hands, moving dutifully but indifferently, lacked the enthusiasm of Minta, who was kneeling before me, lifting my scrotum impishly to scour under my balls, her small wet face upturned and smiling at me. Even when I leaned down to present my butt for Iryna’s attention, her hands simply passed over my proffered cheeks in a perfunctory manner. The girl could benefit from a good dose of salts under her tail, and I would see to it!
I climbed out of the water and had the slaves wrap me in scented towels and then dry my body methodically. Next I reclined naked on the couch, lying on my side while the slave girls brought scented oils to rub into my skin. Iryna knelt behind me, massaging my back, while Minta’s clever fingers once more explored the front of my body. As these small feminine hands worked their wonders on my tired and aching muscles, I gazed at the kneeling blonde who knelt before me, arms raised and elbows back, brazenly showing me her breasts while her pretty face remained and passive and expressionless.
“Beauty,” I called her, for that was the name I’d chosen for her, “play with yourself!”
The blonde head turned in my direction at the sound of her nickname, which she recognized by now. Her pale blue eyes held a look of loathing, implacable hatred mixed with cold insolence. She had picked up a few words of Latin, and I had ordered that she was to learn our tongue quickly. But just to be sure she understood, I now had Minta translate for me.
“Tell her I want to see her play with herself,” I ordered jovially. “Her tits…and her pussy, too! 1 want to see how she does it.” I knew my proud captive would find the orders distasteful. She might even refuse. But I meant to press her, to test her obedience constantly till she learned to obey even the most perversely outrageous orders and to do so with alacrity. Minta seemed to thoroughly enjoy repeating my orders in the harsh Germanic tongue.