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Erosina (Greek) "erotic lady"
"Corinth, Greece, 146 B.C.E. After the total destruction of Carthage"
Erosina was not her real name. Her master gave it to her when she was 13. She was a slave sold to the Temple of Aphrodite in Corinth as a tribute as was the custom. The only thing she had of value was an amethyst stone ring. It was a fine design set in a metal ring with a dove carved into the stone. She would never say who gave it to her. Not even her closest friends know.
Erosina was a sacred prostitute though why they called her "sacred" she never understood. Sacred Prostitutes took "donations" from men they pleasured. The donations were for the up keep of the goddess's temple.
The Romans were so romantic in their view about temple prostitutes. They imagined and wrote about how large and glorious the temple was and how ritualistic orgies would happen on festivals in honor of the goddess. In reality the temple was much smaller with several little brothels surrounding it's base.
Erosina was stuck inside a small room with one window (though the frescoes were lovely showing all the symbols of Aphrodite: geese, scallop shells, roses, and dolphins) for 10 years having sex with men who were fat, ugly, rarely handsome.
Erosina herself was very popular. A curvy body with a slim waist, fair skin, enticing pink lips that every man wanted to feel around his cock and on his mouth, a round face with deep lapis lazuli eyes that could peer into a man's soul and see his darkest desires then she would service them with a smile.
One never knew her true thoughts or feelings but that was trick. You were a bad prostitute if you were honest. You couldn't show your disgust or voice your true opinion of his bad smell or clumsy performance. Erosina could make a man feel like he was the greatest lover in the world.
Ironically in Greece to become a priestess one couldn't have been a prostitute. But in the worship of Aphrodite a goddess of beauty and love such a thing can be overlooked... if one serviced the right people.
Erosina realized something with both pride and disdain when they gave her the official robes: she was good at pleasing men and she liked it. It's not something a woman should admit given as they are treated as second class citizens or even dogs. But Erosina was a practical woman.
Athena and Artemis could keep their pride and tight dried up cunts (if they were even real which Erosina never voiced but always secretly doubted). They were goddesses. No one would dare rape them though many have tried. Erosina didn't have the power to turn men into hinds or make them blind. Her only power was in her beauty and sexual talents.
Erosina's favorite clients were sailors. Not because they were handsome or anything since most were not (but some were very muscular and fit to make up for the sun burnt leathery skin and blisters and often toothless mouths). She loved the stories they told her of foreign ports. From Africa to Rome. They're free.
Erosina would dream of escaping this temple. This country. Unexpectedly her opportunity came knocking. Or more like it came, bound her in chains then threw her into a Roman Imperator's tent while the city Corinth was raped and burned.
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How Rome came to sack Corinth was some Greeks had it in their heads to challenge Rome, an empire on the rise that had just annihilated Carthage, it's one rival. As usual Rome sent in it's armies and as expected they swatted the upstart Greeks like the pesky mosquitos that they were. However, as Romans were often prone to do they burned the Ancient city of Corinth to the ground.
They plundered the beautiful city famed for two things: the splendor of her art and the quality of her prostitutes. Roman legionaries would roll dice on the docks for elegant pieces of art while passing the girls around for each man as if they were bowls of lamb stew.
Though Erosina was captured and put in chains with the rest of the acolytes of Aphrodite's temple, she was not molested. She expected it. She wouldn't have put up much of a fight. Common decency demanded she fight back but Erosina had different ways to fight.
She found that swallowing her indignity kept her from suffering bruises and lashes. But her friends Sophronia and Dessa who were priestesses with her did not have the same fortitude. They were her only family.
Sophronia was dark in complexion with coal black eyes and long jet black hair she loved to decorate with flowers. An Egyptian girl born on the east of the Nile in the shadow of the palace.
Dessa was from the Northern mountains in Greece. Skin a bit fairer than Erosina's but Dessa had more freckles; one could trace the constellations on her skin. Dessa also had stunning clear bronze eyes that burned with defiance. Erosina would fight for them if not for herself.
The three women were placed in a tent in the followers camp. The tent was quite nicely decorated with small luxury. Fur rugs instead of dirt floors. A bed with silk yellow and pink drapes. A lit torch settled in a golden fire pit to keep them warm and give them light. Erosina was allowed to keep her amethyst ring. That was the only thing she would risk a beating for.
"Why do you think we haven't been ravaged yet?" Dessa asked curiously. She spoke loud enough for the 2 guards outside the tent to hear. One man, younger than the other one, possibly 18 slightly turned his head. Dessa smirked and gave the young soldier a wink.
"Perhaps they're saving us for last," Sophronia shrugged. Like Erosina she approached life with practical indifference.
"No...," Erosina reasoned, the thoughts in her mind turning like wheels as she rolled her amethyst ring in her hands. She always did that when deep in thought. "Something else..."
"Hey!" Dessa called to the young guard. "What do you plan to do with us?"
The young guard peeked into the tent and was about to say something when the older more experienced guard smacked the younger in the shoulder. The young soldier closed his mouth staying silent.
"A shame," Dessa sighed placing her elegant hands on her lean hips. "It feels lonely in here with just us girls. No big strong men to keep us company."
Erosina watched as both of the guards shifted in their stances. She smiled then said, "Now, Dessa, you're going to get these fine Roman soldiers in trouble if you keep taunting them like that."
"Too much discipline gives a man a blue sack if he keeps it in too long," Dessa teased. "So boys keep telling me."
"A little discipline never hurt anyone," Erosina shrugged as she stood beside Dessa. Now the older soldier turned his head to look at them. Erosina wrapped an arm around Dessa's sloping shoulders while Dessa wrapped an arm around Erosina's curvaceous hip.
"Suppose they came in here to teach us some discipline?" Sophronia joined in the game, leaning back on a bed that was provided.
