Roman Justice

ROMAN JUSTICE Ch One

The Senate

I am too old for this shit. I can't keep up with these Senators. They seem to think the only purpose for being in the Senate was to fuck young slaves of both genders. Now that we had an emperor that the Senate answered to, there really was nothing they had to do but rubber stamp whatever Tiberius wanted. He was the third Emperor, after Ceasar and Ceasar Agustus. It was still new, and everyone was still working out the details. My boss, Senator Marcus Pullis, was powerful enough for me to have to accompany him wherever he went. That is the price of being his secretary and righthand man. Tiberius had been emperor for six years (20AD) and his relationship with the Senate was difficult, but not impossible. I spent most of my time placating the emperor's lackeys that were constantly calling on the Senator expecting him to do whatever stupid shit the emperor had thought up next. The parties were becoming old. Too much drinking, too much fucking whatever slave they wanted to, too much of everything.

I heard a voice behind me. "Cassius, Cassius Cicero." I turned around to see one of the lackeys.

"Hey, Aurelius, what can I do for you?"

"Can you find one of my men? I'm too wasted to see."

Same old shit. "Of course. You sit right here, and I will find them for you."

I found his bodyguard who was, at the moment balls deep in some slave woman. I let him finish while watching him. He seemed to be impressed with himself. When he finally shooed the slave away, he looked up at me.

"Your boss is looking for you. Get your dick back under your toga, and I will take you to him." He quickly straightened his clothes, and I took him to Aurelius.

Just another service. Looking around, I saw one Senator that had a slave girl under the table working on his little member. She was having trouble getting the drunk man to even join the game. Down the table from him was a girl laying on the table with various types of food all over her body. Several men were eating the food off her body. They were so drunk, they sometimes bit her. She tried not to scream out, but when she did, they slapped her.

One Senator had a girl laying over the table and he was fucking her in the ass over the table. She was crying but doing so quietly so as to not get slapped or even worse. These drunk men have been known to kill a slave girl if they felt disrespected. Why not, there were a hundred more around the room. No one would miss one slave, more or less.

My attention was brought back to the first Senator. He was pulling the girl out from under the table with her hair, cursing her very loudly.

"You fucking whore. If you can't suck one dick, what good are you? I'll just get rid of you and try a better one." He was pulling his dagger out. Enough, already.

"Senator, may I suggest I get you a younger girl that might be better able to satisfy you?"

He was looking at me through bloodshot eyes. I have seen that look too many times. This poor girl has no chance of surviving for even a few minutes. "Who the fuck are you? How about I gut you, too?"

Just when I thought I maybe shouldn't have said anything, I heard a deep voice behind me. "Cassius, do we have a problem here?"

It was my boss, and just in time. No matter how drunk that Senator was, he wasn't foolish enough to challenge the head of the Senate.

"No Marcus, no problem. I was just having a little problem with this girl of mine. I'll take her out and not bother you any longer."

I decided I had better say something before he takes her out and slits her throat. "Senator, if I may ask, is she one of yours, or one of the household slaves here?"

The drunk Senator tried to focus his eyes on me but wasn't succeeding. "This worthless bitch is mine."

"Killing her would be a waste. If you are through with her, I will buy her from you. How much would you think would be a fair price?"

The drunk senator looked at my boss looming over both of us. He appeared to be thinking. "No, I have no use of her. I will give her to you, Senator Paullis."

"I have no need of any more slaves. However, it would be a personal favor to me if you gave her to my secretary here."

The senator couldn't get out of there fast enough. He pulled the girl up and pushed her at me. "Good luck with that bitch." He left as fast as he could.

"I thought you knew better than mess with these drunken idiots? What would you have done if I hadn't happened to walk by here?"

"Thank you, sir but you know I could have gotten him someone else. I have dealt with these people my entire life. A fresh piece of meat would have satisfied him. But, as always, I am in your debt."

"You had better take your new property and get out of here."

He was right. I hadn't counted on leaving with a slave girl.

The girl wasn't sure what had just happened, but she knew she wanted to get away from that crazy old man. When I helped her up and motioned for her to follow me, she was one step behind as we left. I didn't even have to look back. I knew she was there.

We walked to my apartment. It was a nice place near the Senate. I liked quiet, so there were no partying administrators around me. I had one old slave woman that had been with my family. She was more like a friend than a slave. I know I can trust Helena to take care of this girl.

When we walked into the apartment, Helena barely looked up. "Helena, please take care of this girl."

Helena got up and led the girl into her room. I went to bed and had just fallen asleep when I was awakened by the girl. She slipped into my bed. I realized what she was doing when she put my dick in her mouth. It felt nice, but I wasn't starting out like that. I reached down and pulled her up to me. "You don't have to do that now. What is your name?"

Helena had been waiting outside my door. "I don't think she can talk. I will have to find out her registry to see where she came from and what her name is."

"Thanks Helena. Please take her to bed. She has had a very rough night."

Helena nodded and helped the girl back to her room. I will get my reward for saving her life, but not tonight. I may not be a saint, but I'm trying not to be a bastard.

I went to the office the next morning. My father had been an administrator before me. He had taught me how to navigate the political intrigue around Rome, but the advent of Emperors has made it more difficult and more deadly. One mistake can easily be your last mistake. Sometimes you don't even have to make a mistake to pay for the emperor's fantasies. I have been thinking about asking the Senator for an assignment out of Rome. It would be safer, even on one of the frontiers that Rome has spread all around the world.

Nothing changed for the next few weeks. The girl helped Helena, and didn't bother me any. I guess I scared her. That was okay with me. I don't need her to try to thank me for saving her life. I'll take care of that when I am ready.

One evening, as the girl brought me my meal, Helena came into the room. "Master, may I speak with you?"

"How many times have I told you to not call me that when we are alone? I've been Cassius to you since I was a little boy. You were sometimes more a mother to me than my own."

"Yes,... Cassius. I have found the information on the girl. She was captured near Ephesus. She was only ten years old then. They believe she is now eighteen. Her name is Lydia. The Senator who you rescued her from had hit her so hard that he collapsed her larynx. She can make sounds, but not talk. I have been working with her to understand hand signs."

"Thank you, Helena. Tell her she is safe here. I will never sell her, and I will leave her alone for a while." I patted Helena on the shoulder, and she smiled at me. I did love that old woman. I think I needed her approval as much as the Senator's.

Over the next several months, politics continued without much drama. Tiberius was becoming disillusioned. His son and several friends had died in his wars. He was becoming more erratic. He spent most of his time at Rhodes and let the commander of the Praetorian Guard, Lucius Sejanus run the state. He did a good job, but the silence from Tiberius made things more difficult.

The time finally came to take possession of Lydia. I called her to my bed one night. She came quickly, undressed before me and slipped into bed. She was shivering. "Lydia, you needn't fear me. I will never hurt you. You understand?" She wasn't looking at me. I had to lift her head until her eyes could look into mine. I smiled at her, and she quieted down. I wrapped my arms around her and waited until she was calmer. When she was ready, I laid her down on the bed. She spread her legs and waited for me. I kissed her breasts and rubbed her neck. She was surprised and reacted with a jump. However, when I continued to massage her, she began to relax. She even smiled once. Now was the time. I rolled over on her. She opened her legs even more to receive me. She helped me into her and waited for the assault. I didn't want her to think every man was like the old drunken senator. I made certain I would help her enjoy this moment. I slowly began stroking her, shallow at first, but deeper as I went until I was finally completely inside her. As I continued, I looked steadily into her eyes. She finally relaxed and let go of her emotions. She had been taught by the older slave women how to let her master fuck her. I didn't want that. I wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as I did. I didn't think I would be able to just fuck her like a doll, or a slave. She was my slave, but I wanted her to not be afraid of me.

When she finally had her first orgasm from a man, I could see the fear leave her eyes. I continued fucking her and she threw her arms around me and enjoyed the release of pure joy for the first time in her life. After I came, I rolled off her and held her in my arms until she fell asleep. I liked this girl. Like most female slaves in the Roman Empire, she had endured a terrible life. Until now. I decided I would try to help her learn the entire world was not like that.

I woke up the next morning to find her between my legs. She was doing what she had tried to do the first night. This time, I let her. She was good at this. I knew she had to be. Sex slaves that couldn't blow her master didn't last long. It was easier for her this time. I wasn't drunk, and younger. She finished me off in a couple of minutes. She came out from the covers with fear in her eyes. I knew why. If the master was not satisfied with her performance, she would be punished. It was time to end that fear. I pulled her up to me and held her until I decided to get up. I told her to go to Helena and start her day. She ran out of my room, and I got dressed.

When I came out for breakfast, Helena was quietly smiling at herself.

I guess "momma" was happy with what we had done.

The next several weeks went by without major incident. Tiberius was getting more paranoid in Rhodes. He threatened to try several of the Senators for imagined treason against him. Paullis had managed so far to talk him out of it.

That changed in the seventeenth year of his reign (31 AD). Sejanus had seduced the wife of one of Tiberius' possible heirs to the throne. He had then convinced her to help him have her husband commit "suicide". It was okay for a while, until someone with a grudge sent Tiberius proof of their plot. He sent an angry letter to Paullis demanding a trial and execution of them both. He also listed several Senators that he said were in the plot. Fortunately, his name was not on the list Sejanus' enemies had made up to thin the ranks of the senate. Paullis had no choice but to have a trial and have the Praetorian Guard execute everyone on the list. This changed everything in Rome. Whether he was here or not, Tiberius had proved he could command the death of anyone he chose.

I knew I had to talk to the senator. I needed to leave the senate. Both he and I knew he wouldn't last, and he couldn't leave. I may be able to get transferred out. He promised to try and help me.

Within two weeks, he had made a show of sending me away. The entire Senate knew we had a falling out. I was transferred to the grain department. Grain for food was one of the most important departments in Rome. Even Emperors knew if they didn't keep the people fed, they would come after him. Therefore, there was a large department that ensured there would always be enough grain to feed the people. It was an important but ignored department. He hoped I would be able to hide there until Tiberius died.

Over the next few years, all of Tiberius' possible successors died, either at the hand of someone close (Et too Brute?) or in battles. He lost both nephews he wanted to follow him, and all his boys. With the passing of each, Tiberius grew angrier and more irrational. Fear gripped the whole of Rome. I tried to keep my head down and not be seen.

I had only one problem during my time in the grain department, and it almost cost me everything. I had the secretary of one of the lesser Senators come to me with the usual request. The Senator needed grain for his large entourage. The only problem he had was, I knew his secret. He was almost broke. It was not commonly known in Rome, but he was from the area of Macedonia. His lands had been raided by a small tribe from the north. He had paid for a private army to avenge him. They had succeeded, but the cost and lack of crops that year had nearly bankrupted him. If the Senate knew he might not be able to pay his taxes next year, they would take his land. For now, he was trying to get his people through the winter before he decided if he would have to leave Rome altogether.

I knew, and the secretary knew, he couldn't pay for all the grain he needed. I am responsible for my grain bins. There were other men in charge of other storage areas, and I told him to go and see one of them.

"Sir, I am sorry, but I have tried them. Everyone here seems to know of my master's problems. He will be able to rebuild next spring, but for now, he needs grain for the winter. If he can't find enough, he will have to sell his slaves and fire his other workers. He will then not be able to plant in the spring. Please help him."

"I am sorry, sir. I can't just give him the grain. I would be held accountable for it. I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do."

The man went away sad, and I forgot him. That is, until the Senator himself came to see me. "Sir, I can appreciate the position you are in. If I were in your position, I would do the same."

"I am sorry, sir."

"I know. However, I saw how you worked for Senator Pullis. I know you are smart and resourceful. In business, there is always a way to work things out if we work at it. I have a possible solution."

"And what would that be, sir?"

He went outside to his carriage and returned a few minutes later with a young woman. I guessed it was his daughter.

"Mr. Cassius, this is my daughter, Flavia. She is a little older, nearly twenty-five. I have been saving her to marry a man worthy of my land and station. I find myself in the uncomfortable position of needing to do this now. I am not asking you to marry her. I just need you to keep her with you until I can repay you. You may deflower her if you desire. You may write a common law contract for you to inherit all her assets in the event I die before I have paid you."

I sat down. This man was desperate. He knew the risk he was taking. I could have someone kill him before he paid me, and I would inherit all his assets. He is giving me his daughter to do with as I please until then. She was pretty, but he was correct. A woman not married off by the twenty-fifth year was considered flawed. The last thing I needed was another woman in my house. Especially a woman that could talk if she so chooses. Of course, in present day Rome, I could just kill her and claim she had been unfaithful. The father would not be able to do anything.

"How much grain would you need, and for how long?"

His secretary handed me a paper listing his needs. They were extensive. "That is a lot. Any way you could reduce this a little?"

He sat down and rubbed his chin for a minute. "If you are willing to do as much as you can, I will make the rest work. Do we have a deal?"

I am as crazy as that old senator was several years ago. The only problem is, I am not drunk, and I know the risk. However, the chance to own my own land made the risk more attractive. "Deal."

We shook hands, and his secretary produced the necessary papers giving me everything he owns, including his daughter. "I will have the grain delivered to your land in Macedonia. I will expect your daughter to come here as soon as you have the grain."

"That will not be necessary. I have prepared her to stay here now. She has her clothes in the carriage and is prepared to stay."

"Flavia, are you prepared for this?"

"Yes, master, I am prepared."

"First of all, I am not your master. Whether or not you become my wife is something we will see about in the future."

Her father brought her luggage in from the carriage. He kissed her goodbye and left.

I called Helena and asked her to find someplace my possible wife could stay for now. If she reacted at all, I couldn't tell. She simply picked the girl's bags up and led her into the house.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I mean, I have some grain hidden away. All the managers do. It is what they use for favors with officials, and the women at the brothels.

I went back into the house expecting to see Helena at the front door. She was not there. I went in and sat down for supper. Lydia brought it to me and left. For the next week, I didn't see Flavia. She stayed with the other two women. Lydia didn't offer to come to my bed, and I didn't force her. It would take some time for everything to get worked out. I sent the grain the next day to Macedonia. I got confirmation and a thank you from the Senator. I told him he could come and see his daughter anytime he wished.

It was time to find an escape plan. My old friend Aurelius came to mind. He was a more important person in Tiberius' administration than when I helped him with the Senate. I sent a messenger asking if I could meet with him. The messenger came back with an invitation to his home that evening. Great, I don't need a party. I need to talk to him, alone. However, I would make do and send the messenger back accepting his invitation.

When I arrived, I was surprised to find there was no party. It would be just him and me having dinner. He must have a problem also. This could work for me. We have done this many times before.

"Come in Cassius, I have been thinking about you. The grain department is a good place to hide. Let's enjoy our meal and the entertainment this evening, and then we can talk."

He led me into his dining area. I say dining area, but it really was a room with a low table that the Romans now like, surrounded by pillows on which to sit. There were six naked girls standing around the table waiting for them to be settled.

He clapped his hands, and the girls jumped into serving the meal. It was very good. The view wasn't bad either. After they cleared the table, Aurelius grabbed one of the girls by the arm and pulled her down on him. "Time of some entertainment. Take whatever you like."

There was a Nubian girl with coal black hair and skin that glimmered in the candlelight. I motioned for her, and she came and stood in front of me. I motioned for her to get down on her knees and I pointed to my dick. She knelt between my legs, took me into her mouth, and began. She was very good. The sight of this exotic black girl servicing me was very stimulating. I had to stop her before she drained me dry. It was too soon for that. I stopped her and told her to lay down on the pillows. She complied and spread her legs for me. Her womanhood was a warm pink color that made her black skin shine even more. I moved over her and found she was ready for me. As I began fucking her, I looked over at Aurelius to see he was having trouble with his favorite blonde girl. She didn't seem to have the proper lubrication, and Aurelius was having trouble getting into her.