Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not obvious enough from the story itself, everyone involved in sexual situations in this story is over the age of 18.
This might honestly be the darkest story I've written yet, being that it is centered around themes of (presumably) lifelong slavery, forced incestuous sex under all-but explicit threats of serious violence, war, captivity, and implied small-scale genocide. All of it is made much worse by the fact that, given the area and period this story takes place in, something like this had
almost certainly
actually happened, and most likely multiple times as well. If you like stories like this, be my guest. If you don't, you've been warned.
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Sometime after 202 BC, in a small village near the Alps.
When he first heard the learned members of his small tribe say that the Romans had defeated their enemies, and were likely coming back, the 19-year-old Acco didn't yet understand why they were so terrified of the possibility. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't the Romans themselves who were the problem. How could they be, when he wasn't even sure whether he had ever seen one in person?
No, in his eyes, the real problem were their fellow Celts who acted as if they were Romans, who forgot their ancestry and dressed like the Romans, who moved into big cities and drank Roman wine while talking to each other in Latin. Those he had unfortunately met a lot of, each more disgusting to his eyes than the next.
It was only now that he had understood that it was only the presence and power of the former that made the very existence of the latter even a possibility, and by now, it was much too late.
Emboldened by the inevitable return of their masters, some of their neighboring tribes had banded together and, marching like the legions of those they so wanted to emulate, invaded the lands of those of their kinsmen who were less eager to so quickly let go of the old ways. Three days ago, it was the time for Acco's home village to be ransacked by those rapacious traitors. Now, he and several of his people were led with chains on their limbs to a small village in the enemy territory, to be presented as property to be sold to the Romans and the wealthy Celtic wannabe-Romans who wanted slaves.
Boasting that today he was bringing only the finest and most beautiful captives, the slave trader who had led their march here, and was now presenting them as they were led on a makeshift podium in what seemed to be the center of the village, made it quite clear to all of them what exactly will most likely be their duties in the households of whatever masters will decide to buy them.
One by one, Acco checked out his family members as they entered the podium, following him.
First were his sisters, the 22-year-old Coria and 18-year-old Sucaria. Both of them were true beauties, graceful and feminine, more than fit for marriage by now. Except they won't get married. Instead, some rich bastard will buy them like they were pieces of meat. Hell, they'll be happy if they'll be bought by the same man. As he imagined some old, ugly man's disgusting arms wrapped around their slender waists and curvy hips, his hands squeezing their beautiful, petite breasts while he sniffed their hair, trying to decide whether he liked more the smell of Coria's straight, long, black ones or Sucaria's shoulder-length, wavy, red ones, their cute lips trembling in horror while their big eyes, green and blue respectively, stared at him with pure terror filling them, he felt nothing but rage growing inside of him.
Following right behind them was their aunt, and the high priestess of their tribe, the 41-year-old Abruna. He always wondered whether his mother's parents simply had a hunch as to how their first daughter would eventually look like when she grew up as they were choosing her name, or whether the Gods had simply decided to fulfill their wish, but her name, meaning "breasty", definitely suited her.
He couldn't help but snicker a bit. Here she was, the wise and mighty high priestess, the revered holy woman, carried in chains alongside the other captives, her humongous tits on full display, to be sold as a slave to whatever man was most aroused by her naked, mature body. Sure, something like that was incredibly humiliating for their entire tribe and any other people who worshipped the Gods, even on top of all of the humiliation they've already experienced. But, when he remembered how she had bullied his mother and made her, along with their entire family, feel like they were something less, some lowly servants to them, just because she was the high priestess and his mother was a simple woman, he couldn't help but feel joy at seeing her pride being hurt in such a way.
He wasn't the only man staring at her. Far from it. But, unlike seemingly every other man in the immediate vicinity, he turned his gaze behind her, and, after looking at the man following her only as long as he needed to make sure that he didn't know him and had no idea when he joined this little group of theirs, he looked at the young woman behind him. It was her 20-year-old daughter, Alfhildr, a girl whose name and looks left no question that she was the daughter of her lover from the lands in the far north.
She did inherit something from their family as well, though. With the slender, yet a bit curvy figure she shared with his sisters, it was easy to see that they were cousins, and, although not as blessed as her mother, she did possess breasts that were the envy of all of the other women in the village, and the object of desire of their men. Even though they didn't resemble each other facially, it was clear that she was her daughter.
After she had joined the rest of them on the wooden, uplifted podium, she was followed by Uinda, a young woman Acco's age whom he was enamored with, and who was a good friend of his sisters. Which, unfortunately, seemed to be the reason why she was put into this group with them, as he remembered seeing her huddling with them after their village was taken. Even more unfortunately, she had always seemed to be under the impression that, as a friend of his sisters, she was supposed to be mean and insufferable to him, and so, although he was sure that he loved her, he had almost no positive interactions with her.
After her, they were joined on the podium by several young men, some of them he recognized and some he didn't, but, apart from his best friend Segomaros, he couldn't care less about any of them, especially now as the sales were about to begin.
"Come closer, come closer! Take a good look!" the slave trader bellowed at the crowd assembled in front of him, as he pranced around in front of the podium. "What you see is the first group of captives from the border tribes, brought here for your pleasure by our mighty warriors! Those people are famous for their beauty, and the first few groups we want to present to you outdo even their peers in this area. Those men and women are the very best those lands have to offer, and I believe all of you, venerable citizens of Rome, will offer to me prices appropriate for those peoples' beauty!"
Acco just listened attentively. Although he could only barely use it when needed, he understood enough Latin to know what the man was saying, as he was sure that at least some of the others could as well. It was exactly as bad as he had feared.
By now, the only thing he hoped for was that he and his family and friends would at least be bought by people living in the same town, so that they could at least end up seeing each other randomly on the streets.
He wondered where their parents were. Surely, they would've been captured as well. Well, at least his mother would, given how she looked. He wasn't sure about his father. The man was prideful enough to try some kind of a last stand, though, if his mother was indeed still alive, he doubted that his father would go for something so futile when he would know that he was meaninglessly abandoning his wife.
All that he could be sure of, was that he hadn't seen them among the dead. If they were alive, then they were almost certainly among those first few groups who were being brought there. It was just a hopeful wish, but if that was the case, then it wouldn't be impossible that they could indeed all spend the rest of their lives regularly seeing each other, after being bought by a few people living close to each other.
As his thoughts started trailing off, he was brought to reality as he heard the loud, chaotic chatter of the crowd in front of him silenced by a booming, loud, deep voice.
"I'll take the women!" the voice announced in perfect Latin, as everyone, citizen and captive alike, fell silent, searching for the source of the intimidating voice.
Soon, the eyes of everyone assembled in here converged on a middle-aged, slender, grey-haired man. The man wasn't physically imposing, but the fine, expensive clothes he wore left no question that he was more powerful than anyone else in this village. If Acco had to guess, the man was what the Romans called a "patrician", or maybe even one of their "senators".
"I already have a lot of fine, young male slaves in my household, and a lot of my family members and guests love them," the man continued, as he stepped forward, closer to the podium. "But, this old man also deserves some fun, doesn't he? I really don't need to meaninglessly increase the chance of one of my daughters giving me a slave bastard as a grandchild. Those are some beautiful women you have for sale, and I'll take all of them."
"Ahh, a great choice sir, quite great!" the slave trader replied to the man excitedly, before their words turned into indecipherable babble in Acco's mind as he felt his heart stop for a moment. So, this was it. His family was going to be ripped away from him.
Before he impulsively did something he would've likely regretted, however, he heard the rich Roman man say something which shocked him.
"I'd love to test them for a bit though. See what the property I'm buying can do for me, whether it's worth the money," he told the slave trader, before pointing straight at Acco. "This one. With the horsecock. He's almost as big as I am. I want to see him fuck them, to know what to expect from when I'll be using them," he added, before pointing at Abruna. "Let's start by her sucking him off. I bet she's pretty skilled, and I want to see those tits in action. Then, we can move him around, see how the younger women stack up when it comes to cocksucking, and then he can fuck them all."
Acco just stared at the man, breathless, the words and impressively deep and intimidating voice echoing in his mind as the slave trader motioned for someone he didn't see to do something. He looked around and could see the women staring at him, some of them still clueless, and the rest as shocked as he was.
Suddenly, two Gaulish soldiers, dressed in some imitation of Roman armor, appeared on either side of him. Grabbing him by his wrists, they freed him from the chains on his ankles, before moving him in front of his aunt, whom they soon forced onto her knees, inevitably forcing the people chained closest to her down to their knees as well.
Seeing his arrogant, prideful aunt degraded in such a way incredibly aroused him. The sight of her defenseless body powerlessly, submissively kneeling in front of him, metal chains all around her, her large, fat, mature breasts hanging in the wind, almost reaching the floor of the podium as her curvy, mature body slightly hunched over, immediately brought blood rushing into his giant tool. Standing there, knowing what was about to happen, and knowing that
