Chapter 1
In 55 B.C. the mighty Julius Caesar, then general of the Roman armies based in Gaul, decided that it would be a good move to try a little summer invasion of Britain; it was a move that made sense. The Celts in Gaul had been receiving aid from their close relations in southern England. British Celts may even have fought with related tribes in Gaul against the Romans. Certainly Caesar complained that defeated Gauls would slip away to Britain to regroup. Tackling the British Celts made sense in the battle to secure Gaul for Rome. Caesar's invasion proved successful but inconclusive. Landing in Kent, he did battle with several tribes that summer, and did very well. Caesar made good progress reaching Londinium in good time from the Kent coast.
The following summer he returned for more, easily defeating King Cassivellaunus and his tribe in the area north of the Thames called Catuvellauni. He and his mighty legions made their way through the British country side north wards and south westerly, through Glevum, Venta & Iceni. Along the way they took bounty and collected slaves. Reaching Dumnonii he reached a small settlement called Isca which had several outlying villages along the coast, here he found a rich seam of buxom wenches and sturdy males.
Julius Caesar spotted the young, large breasted girl with waist length dark black hair from the entrance of his tent; she was busily setting about a legionnaire with a broom cursing at him, Caesar smiled, she would make the perfect gift for his great friend Maximus! She'd have great fun taming that one he chuckled to himself as he ordered one of his Prefects to shackle the girl and dispatch her to Rome for Maximus.
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Maximus returned to the Ludus every bone in her toned body ached from many hours training with her scutum and sica in the arena. She was a true Thracian who had trained with the Roman Army since her father had sold her to a Lanista at the age of eighteen! She had caught the eye and patronage of Julius Ceasar and enjoyed many years of wealth and comfort in exchange for bloody and challenging exchanges in the arena; which suited Maximus's black soul and urge to provide a comfortable lifestyle.
On arriving at the Ludus Maximus was greeted by two of Ceasar's most trusted bodyguards, who had a slave in tow.
"'Greeting Maximus" the one guard said "A token of affection from our Master, a slave from his travels who he thinks may appeal to you!"
Maximus snorted "Another vile girl to train, a good Thracian bitch would have been better! Give my gratitude to Caesar and inform him I shall enjoy breaking this one in!"
The guards backed away chuckling to themselves as they understood the kind of training this girl would get.
"'What do I call you girl?"
"Doctoria, Master I have trained with a physician"
"That would be of use to me girl when I return from the arena, you can attend my wounds. Prepare me for dinner Doctoria as I am weary and need to eat" she looked purposely at the girl's pussy, and headed to her chamber.
Once inside she placed her scutum against the wall and oiled her sica then turned to her new slave and growled "undress me".
Doctoria lifted the iron corselet from Maximus's body and marvelled at the firm shoulders and toned arms. She stripped her new Master of linen pteryges so Maximus was naked and perfect – a true Amazon warrior.
Lying down into a bed piled with furs Maximus viewed her latest gift, a buxom wench indeed, she eyed her generous curves, the tits and arse of her latest slave and it occurred to her she'd never seen the girl's face.
"Lift your head up slave" she growled; nothing, the slave didn't move.
Irritated and slightly uneasy that her command had been ignored she shifted position.
"Lift your head up slave, or else I'll take your head off at the neck with my gladius..."
Slowly the girl raised her head, a defiant chin proceeded two brilliant hazel eyes and looked into Maximus's green eyes who let out a low noise; a mixture of lust and delight.
"That's better slave" for some reason her heart had speeded up and she could feel a low burning throb in her cunt.
"When did you last bathe girl?"
Trembling the girl mumbled "Last week my lord."
"Well I suggest you get your well proportioned arse out of here and clean yourself up – don't come back until your clean enough to bathe me, GO!" She shouted before the slave could say anything, she scampered out and Maximus lay back on her furs and mused.
She had slave girls before, sex was good to relax her before combat in Circus Maximus, she'd fucked them all; it was her duty. She had many consorts; ladies of class who enjoyed the company of a famous female gladiator, who preferred the touch of a strong woman to a chinless senator. So why the hell had her mischievous cunt reacted so strongly to the little English slave? She could still feel her clit throbbing and it irritated her, even being horny was irritating her.
Maximus woke with a start, automatically reaching for her gladius, she spotted the slave standing in the corner preparing to bathe her master and relaxed. Springing to her feet she walked up behind the slave and murmured "Are you clean now girl?"