Sueta is shaken awake. The cart carrying her and other captives hit a crack in the road that jolted everyone awaken. The girl is dazed and confused. She rubs the bruise on the back of her head. She struggles to remember what happened the last she remembered her village was being invaded by soldiers. She looks around and sees strangers from her homeland in the same cart as her. Everyone has their hands bound in rope. Behind the cart marches heavily armored men with shields and spears.
"Hey you." The girl looks up and sees one the captives. A blond-haired man with a braided beard.
"Who are you?" The girl asks.
"I'm Alaric. I was captured in battle long before. You are new. I was worried you might be dead."
"Thank you." Sueta says to long haired man.
"What is your name young lady?"
"I...... don't know." The girl stares blankly. Everything is a daze.
"Damn. You have amnesia."
"Where are we?" The girl asks. The man's face gets really grim.
"We are on a cart being taken to one of the empires cities as prisoners of war..... to be sold as slaves."
The girl's heart and stomach sink. She was being taken from her home and sold off as a slave in faraway land.
The cart passes underneath the large stone gates of the city. The walls and gate are gigantic compared to anything they had back in her home.
Crowds cheer as the cart and the soldiers following it pass down the street.
The cart reaches the town square and pulls up to a gray brick building. The prisoners are all loaded off and taken into the building. They go into the basement where a bald man in a leather tunic. He is muscular and covered in scars.
"Oi you girl!" The girl is singled out of the crowd. "What's your name girl?"
"Its.... Sueta." She replies softly.
The slaver chuckles. "Well not anymore love." He pulls out a wax tablet and scribbles down on it. He hangs it over her neck.
"Puera. Your new name is Puera."
"Yes sir." Puera says sheepishly.
"Good girl. Now go to the dressing room. The Mrs. will take care of you."
She obeys and goes to the dressing room and meets the slaver's wife. She is a warty woman with frizzy gray and black hair.
"Alright love let's see what we got here." She twists Puera head to inspect her face and neck. The woman then strips Puera naked and inspects the rest of her body.
"Few bruises and some dirt. Nothin a little bath and make up won't fix." Puera is taken to a stone basin and given a very quick and rough bath from the slaver's wife. After getting cleaned Puera is taken outside. Outside there is a raised platform with crowds gazing upon it. The slaver takes Puera from his wife while she goes inside to tend to the other slaves.
Puera stands with the slaver on the platform with the other men. She is naked and while all these men and women stare at her and study her bare body.
The slaver puts a sign around Puera's neck. The sign completely covers her small breasts. His wife returns with another slave and puts a sign around his neck. Puera looks at her sign and sign around her fellow slave's neck. Puera can't read this language on the sign and has no idea what it says. More slaves join Puera on the stage and the crowds study the slaves and their signs. From the crowd a man and woman step forward towards Puera and the slaver.
The man has dark hair peppered with gray. He has a stoic and serious demeanor. His face and jawline are sharp and strong as if they were carved from stone.
"Sir my wife and I would be interested in the girl Puera."
His wife is a dark-haired woman with stern and brown eyes. Her lips are dark red she gives Puera a smirk.
"Good she'll be about 5,000." The slaver offers a wax tablet for the man to review.
"Excellent." The man takes his ring and stamps the tablet. "Your money will be delivered to you shortly."
"Enjoy your purchase." Puera is handed off to her new master and mistress. They walk her to their urban domus. It is a modest looking house on the outside. Nice brickwork but nothing too fancy. However, when Puera and her owners enter the house Puera is shocked by the beauty of her new home. Fine mosaics of forests and cities cover the floors. Colorful Painted frescos on the walls depict legends and myths. Puera's humble village never had anything this grand.
"Welcome to your new home Puera." Her Master says to her. "I'm Marcus your Master."
He points to his wife.
"This is my wife, Valeria. She will be your Mistress."
Puera bows to her Master Marcus and Mistress Valeria.
"I'll be leaving to run some more errands. Your first task is to clean our floors." Says Master Marcus.
Puera nods obediently. Master then turns to his wife and kisses her good bye before leaving the house.
"Try to be gentle to her Valeria. It is her first day."
Mistress Valeria grins. "Don't worry Marcus. We'll get along just fine."
Master Marcus exits and Mistress Valeria takes Puera to a fountain to retrieve some water. She gives her the water and a rag.
"Clean girl." Mistress commands and leaves Puera alone to work.
Puera scrubs the floors of her master and mistress's home. Her bare knees and toes against the cold marble floor. There is dirt and dust all over the floors that hasn't been cleaned by the rest of the staff. Puera dips her cloth into her pot of water and wrings it. She swabs another plot of the floor clean. The Mediterranean Sun shines off the cleaned mosaic floor tiles.
Almost done. Puera quickens her pace to get done sooner. Suddenly Puera hears footsteps. She looks around but sees no one nearby. She resumes working to avoid getting caught slacking. The sound of the footsteps begins to get closer and closer. Until they stop behind her. Puera turns around and looks up. Standing above Puera is her mistress. She is holding a goblet in her left hand.
Puera plants her face into the ground and bows before her mistress.
"How goes the work?" Mistress asks.
"I'm nearly done Mistress." Puera responds smiling. Mistress takes the goblet in her left hand and tips it over. Dark red wine pours out and onto the floor in front of Puera. Splashing everyone including on Puera's belly.
"You missed a spot." Mistress says and laughs wickedly.
Puera takes her rag.
"Stop!" Puera freezes.
"You will clean it. With your tongue."
Puera looks down at the red wine. She had never tasted wine before. Nor drank anything of intoxication.
She bends down. Sticks out her tongue. Shivering not knowing what to expect from this mysterious liquid on the floor. Her tongue reaches the puddle of wine. The taste is so sour. Puera winces and backs away.
"Drink it slut!" Mistress commands and puts her foot down on the slave girl's head. Puera's face is forced into the puddle and she laps it up like a dog from its water dish. The slave girl grimaces from the sour and burning liquid. Her tongue also picks up bits of dirt that were still on the floor. She is forced to swallow it.
"Good. You can do what your told." Mistress says in a mocking tone.
"Now there is one more thing you must do for your Mistress." She grabs the tiny and skinny slave girl. Dragging her by her arm into the dining room. Mistress gets on one of the recliners and pulls up her dress. She flaunts her pussy to her meek slave girl. Puera looks away.
SMACK! Mistress slaps the shy Puera.
"You will not look away. When either me or my husband show our sex to you."
Puera nods with a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Now you will pleasure your Mistress." She points towards her cunt.
