Libertas

Part VI

A voice rang out from the atrium walkway. ‘I want a piece of that ass. The boy and the girl.’ Flavius blanched. His ploy hadn’t worked. It had only inflamed ardours more seemingly. Calpurnia and Lacrima noticed but hid their reactions better. Flavius looked at his children. They were still milking his cock. He was losing his erection fast now, with the threat looming over the fate of his kids. He decided to up the ante. And see if his gamble would pay off.

‘If you’ll permit me, the boy and girl are only just getting acquainted to the carnal desires. I’m assuming they’ll be more receptive if we treat them to a glass of mulled wine, to calm their nerves. Hell, I’d like a cup myself. Why don’t we all partake?’ The slaves and the attackers alike, thought no ill of the offer, as the mulled wine was a favored beverage and the night air was cooling. Standing around naked, even whilst fornicating wildly under the effects of the cantharides, was still not keeping away the chill from their bones. And well, mulled wine was a treat. Why not treat themselves?

Lacrima once again set Sylva to task who quickly heated the good wine reserved for honored guests and the family and plied it with honey, pepper, cassia and a trace of ginger. The scent suffused the atrium quickly as she’d used only small shallow receptacles to heat the mulled wine fast in single cups at a time. The attackers got served first. The dominus and his family got served last. By the time the family was served, the attackers had had two or three cups each. The wine was starting to have effect. Unfortunately it didn’t do anything regarding the effect of the cantharides.

The gruff attacker that had laid future claim on the kids, was still sporting an erection that wouldn’t go down. He was languidly stroking it, not to keep it up, but to pleasure himself. Flavius wasn’t sure what to do next. He went to the man and knelt in front of him, took a swig of his heated mulled wine and didn’t swallow it. Then he opened his mouth and started fellating him, whilst the warm liquid was still in his mouth. The brute reacted approvingly. Whether it was the warm liquid, the fact that he was being fellated voluntarily by a Roman citizen or whatever other considerations that were ruling his mind, he soon came. Flavius showed the mixed froth of semen, saliva and mulled wine and swallowed it, licking his lips to savour the taste. He did truly savour the taste.

The brute’s erection didn’t relent unfortunately. His plan hadn’t worked. As he looked to his children, who were partially huddling into each other for safety, partially still finding carnal pleasure in one another’s company, he wondered who the brute would choose for himself first. And how much damage he’d do. He looked the type to be out for damage, not release, not love, not titilation. He seemed the type that got off on violence. Flavius blinked away a tear. If he showed weakness, they’d pounce on him and his family faster.

The fates provided another opportunity. Minerva herself must have sent the small owlette that flew over the atrium that dropped a wriggling mouse from its clutches right onto Sylva’s naked body. Her scream set off laughter at the attackers but also worry with those who did keep to Roman gods and customs. It was an owl. A young inexperienced owl at that. And the mouse, though unscathed and alive when dropped, didn’t survive the fall after it bounced on the floor and split it’s skull on the discarded shackle that had been used to secure the family in place in the impluvium. The blood splatter wasn’t large or grotesque. But visible. Ardour cooled. And even the attackers who’d laughed at the initial panic from Sylva were now looking worriedly at each other. Had they crossed a line? Was it possible the Gods were to intervene? They hadn’t when it was their own families. But these Romans did have powerful Gods, didn’t they? Worry spread through the group like a rippling wave.

Calpurnia decided to ride the wave and took her family in tow to provide the attackers a quick series of hand- and blowjobs to appease the rampant pricks that hadn’t gone down yet due to the small mishap with the mouse. She asked, not directed Sylva and Lacrima, to get some of the fresh figs of today's pickings from the estate’s trees and offered them up from her body, for the attackers to eat off her, with fresh cheese.

She made Pulvinia and Marcus keep adding new prepared figs to the tiny feast served on her body as a platter and eventually everyone had eaten and more importantly licked foodstuffs off her. It left her slippery and so turned on, she had grabbed at any cock or cunt within arms reach and tried to move them towards her wanton mouth or cunt, whichever hole they were closer to.

Even the brute was happy to be served by the domina in such a way and his earlier intent seemed to be forgotten. Flavius had been offering his mouth and ass as well, to two still errant pricks that were not beyond the grasp of the cantharides. They were starting to lag as well. Small piles of snoring humans, exhausted beyond reason from the drug filled orgy, were laying haphazardly around the empty impluvium. The family had brought braziers that they set up near the revellers. They started to think of them as revellers. Not attackers. And spread out some blankets over them.

When they’d huddled together as a group, with Lacrima and Sylva in between them, they covered themselves in blankets as well and fell fast asleep, exhausted by the night’s events. When they woke in the morning, they found their ankles attached to the shackles again. A feeling of horror overtook them. Until they looked more closely at the links. The shackles were tied closed with a strip of thread. Not a lock or a bolt. It didn’t even take scissors or a knife to break the thread. They were free.

The attackers had left hours ago, going on the fact that no fires were left burning in the villa. All the hearths and braziers were cold. They hadn’t stolen anything or ransacked the place either. The only thing they’d taken was the story of what happened here last night and the inhibitions that were forever gone in the Flavii. They’d also taken the resentment of Lacrima with them. She understood now. She wasn’t happy and would like redress and would ask for her kids to be bought back. And after last night, she suspected the family might be very much receptive to that request.

The End

For now

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