Welcome back everyone! I've tagged it, but in this episode I would like to disclaim the following: [F/F] [forced noncon] [manipulation]
LEO
What a fucking day. I reached behind to scratch my back as the wool that covered my cot irritated my skin. I should have expected as much. Gladiators didn't need the fine bedding that was instead used for the sponsor family. It was now dark outside, and the light of the moon shone into my quarters through the doorway and an opening that acted as a window. My arms crossed behind my head, and I stared up at the rough ceiling, angry at the amount of humiliation I had been put through today. I was used to being seen naked and, on occasion, being on display. There were many occasions during my service with the military where I had been forced to expose myself. Bathing in the river. Urinating in a field. Dignity eventually became nothing more than letters strung together to form a sound.
What irritated me most was the person I was exposed to. The way I had been treated as an object instead of the seasoned soldier I was. But, above all, I was pissed that the precious daughter of the Dominus was charged with my training. Given freely like a toy to a child. I recalled her small face as she looked at my manhood. The arousal she had experienced at seeing my dick. I snorted as I thought about how she had probably never seen one before. Her body probably had no idea what it was to be pleasured. Have a man inside of her, fucking her pregnant. No, the little princess would be saved and guarded for another man who would probably be beneficial to their family. I was sure that Ectorius would be protecting his daughter at all costs.
She would be untouched.
With a heavy sigh I turned onto my side and stared at the wall. Regardless of my current situation, it wasn't completely far from my goal. There were two options, and this path could turn out successful in the end after all. My fingers trailed up to my throat and played with the scar there, the bumpy excoriation rough and not completely healed. The only reminder I had of the night I returned home.
Returned to find them.
A sharp pain reminded me not to visit memory lane tonight, and I squeezed my eyes shut as if they were the memories themselves. No, I had to survive in order to achieve what I had set out to do. It didn't matter who I had been assigned to. I would find a way to persevere and make it through my year of service. Female laughter and moans echoed into the night as my fellow gladiators were pleasured by slaves assigned to them. They were the veterans of Ectorius, and those were the men who I knew I needed to seek out and befriend. I needed a plan, even if it meant humoring the whelp assigned as my master.
AURELIA
Camilla still hadn't returned since she had been summoned by Cora. I paced the floor as I waited, worried about the worst. I suspected that my parents were aware of our platonic relationship and disapproved of it greatly. She was my slave as much as I was supposed to be her master. The real truth of it? She was my friend.
The door to my room finally opened and she walked in. I was about to rush over to her until Cora followed her into the room. The air grew heavy with a tension I couldn't place.
"Everything alright?"
Camilla wouldn't look at me and shifted her weight from foot to foot.
Cora settled into place next to her and sighed. "Your parents have requested that Camilla service you each morning and each night until you are successfully wed."
My brows pulled together as I tried to make sense of what she was talking about. "Service me? Camilla already services me plenty."
Cora swallowed and her cheeks crimsoned. "Sexually."
I took a step back with a small laugh. "What? That's absurd. My parents would never order that let alone approve of it."
Camilla wrung her hands in front of her and peeked up at me. "Please, Au- I mean, miss. If I'm unsuccessful tonight, they have threatened to sell me to the brothel."
My heart felt like it weighed as heavy as a brick. It settled somewhere in the spot between my stomach and my heart, an ache growing and blossoming into a rapid beat.
"They wouldn't."
"They would," Cora piped up. "I know your parents, miss. I was there when they discussed it. They believe it's for your own good."
I felt tears well up in my eyes and bit down on my lip. This was so unfair. How could they? I had never hated them more than I did in that minute. I looked over at Camilla. How could I make her go through with it? How could our friendship ever be the same after rounding this perverse corner? And now I had to choose. Accept what she was supposed to do to me or lose her to the sexual servitude of multiple others. I quickly tried to rationalize through it, but it was almost too much for me to take in. If I gave in, she would be servicing only me. Who knows who she would find in the brothel. I was probably the safer option.
I held my chin high and looked at her, our eyes relaying the communication that we were unable to speak with a witness present. "Camilla, follow me to the bed."
I walked over to the plush surface and began to remove my clothing. Camilla had seen me in the nude almost every day since I was born. She had accompanied me to the bath even though I never forced her to bathe me. The night air was cool, and I shivered as it amplified my nervousness. Once I was naked, I moved to lie on top of the soft cover, my body more exposed than it had ever been. My chest rapidly rose and fell as I watched her approach the right side of the bed.
The mattress dipped as she climbed on, and she tried to give me a small consoling smile. It looked more like a grimace than a smile and I felt a tear slip down the side of my face.
"Close your eyes," she whispered.
I did as she bid and waited to feel whatever servicing she was to exact upon me. At first, I just felt her shifting around. But then my weight shifted to one side as she leaned over me, and a warm and wet mouth encircled my nipple nearest to her. At first it just felt like strange new contact. Almost like the washrags in the bath caressing my skin in the rose water. But then she flicked her tongue over it and created a new sensation. Warmth began pooling in my pussy, much in the same way it had when I observed Leo earlier today. I breathed a little faster as she kissed and teased my nipple to a hardened peak.
A palm came to cup my other breast, and her breath tickled as she whispered to me again, "I promise it's okay, Aura. I want to do this for you. Let me please you."
I swallowed and nodded. She resumed teasing my nipple, her tongue light and gentle while her other hand kneaded my left swell gently. There seemed to be an electric current running just beneath my skin, and it felt tingly and incredibly sensitive as she licked and sucked. I felt my lips part, and I suddenly felt the need to breathe a little harder, as if the act was an outlet for the thrills coursing through me.
"Do you like that?" she whispered, her hot breath fanning my wet areola.
I nodded, all words seeming to have lost their way from my brain to my mouth. The hand that massaged was replaced by her lips as she shifted, and I felt the tips of her fingers trail lightly down my stomach until she found my sex. It was difficult to focus on two areas of my body, so I relaxed into the bed and let the pleasure overtake me. Her fingers lightly caressed, teasing, before dipping in a little further. Once she found my clit, I felt my back arch off of the mattress as she circled gently.
I was ashamed to admit that it felt wonderful. Her mouth licking and flicking while her fingers rubbed and massaged. I found myself wondering what her mouth would feel like on me down there, imagining that her tongue was instead on my clit. Would she even be open to doing that? I was so torn between respecting my friend and begging her to deliver on the teasing. I wanted her mouth on my pussy. My hips bucked against her, trying to tell her with my body instead of with my words.
Her hand only followed my movements, glued to my sex. A single finger dipped into my moisture before coming up to round my clit. Pressure was building in me, causing a strange kind of anxiety to permeate through my limbs to my fingertips.
"Please," I begged. Although, I wasn't entirely sure she knew what I was truly asking for. Please lick my pussy. Please suck my clit.
She only continued her leisure onslaught, not changing much about what she was doing. I began to grow frustrated and squirmed beneath her, battling the desire to force her head down. I placed my hands in her hair, but the pleasure came to a climax before I could push her south. Instead, I clutched her head to my chest with a small cry, my pussy shamelessly grinding into her hand. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. It seemed to go on forever, my sex clenching and contracting in ways I didn't know was possible. Pulsing, heavy and needy.
When I finally came down from it all, I laid there, completely spent. Camilla climbed off of me and covered my body with the linen sheet and wool blanket she had turned down earlier. I suddenly felt so relaxed that my eyes fought even the idea of going to sleep. With a heavy sigh of content, I turned my head into the downy pillow, and gave into a world of unconsciousness.
When I woke the next morning, Camilla rubbed me to a climax again. Even though it still felt wonderful, it fueled my frustration that she wouldn't use her tongue. I tried to force the idea away as I got ready to break my fast with my parents. I was dreading the meal we were to share, knowing that if they truly did order what they had, that they would know Camilla had gone through with it. My mother could be crass, even though she was the perfect lady in public.
My clothing this morning was light and airy, flowing with my movements as I walked down the corridor. I felt different. More mature, maybe. There was something that had changed last night, and I wasn't entirely upset about it. I would rather have found a method that didn't utilize my friend, but her words last night played over and over in my head as I fought to relinquish the guilt. 'Let me please you'. The only downfall was the fact that she was unaware of what I wanted her to use to please me. But it was still early with these newfound activities, and there would be time to help her see what I truly desired.
As I suspected, Mother and Father were already seated at the table, a spread of food before them. They quieted as I approached, and my cheeks grew hot as they watched me take my seat. Camilla walked off to stand at the side of the room, at the ready in her usual place as if nothing had changed.
"Good morning, Aurelia. How did you sleep?" My father shifted in his seat.
I picked up my beverage cup and brought it to my lips. "Just fine, thank you."
"Did Camilla service you last night and this morning?"
I took a minute to collect myself before giving them a small nod.
"Good."
