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The Year is 2132 Ch. 01

By: RavenSSS



Chapter 01: The Beginning?

At the right place, at the right time

The year is 2132; the thermo nuclear war between the United States of Europe and the Peoples Democratic Republic of East Asia is in its second week. City-States in both countries have been decimated. The North America/Africa/Australia Coalition, satellite of the USE, had been destroyed in the opening three hours of the war. The South/Central American Populist Group, allied with the PDR-EA, has been hurt badly, is reeling, and is no longer a threat to the USE. The MidEastern/Israeli/U.S.S.-Ukraine/India Bloc has been knocked out of action; is no longer effective as a fighting force; and has agreed to supply the PDR-EA with foodstuffs if and when it wins the war. 

Deep within the bowels of a mountain in central USE, two scientists huddle nervously, feeling the mountain tremble as nuclear weapons pound the territory immediately around their sheltered area. They know that it is just a matter of time before the missiles zero in on their bunker. 

They are sitting in a large metal sphere, eighty feet in diameter. The ExoSphere is both laboratory and residence for these two, Steev Banks and Cherl Carter, scientists who, between them, have a long list of academic degrees. Those degrees will not be of any help when the hydrogen weapons find them.

The floor they are on is the diameter of the ExoSphere. The hemisphere below them contains a large amount of machinery and scientific equipment. The top hemisphere is a lab and living quarters. Surrounding the ExoSphere is a cavernous hall that is also home to a vast array of technical equipment. 

They have been attempting to look back in time to the Roman era when that state was a world power. They and their fellow scientists have had some success and their screens, while blurry and flickering, have shown life in the Italian countryside surrounding and including Rome. They had realized, prior to the commencement of the war, that their power supply, although enough to supply a large city, was not adequate to produce the results they had hoped to have.

One hundred and seventy three other scientists, technicians, clerical staff, and utility workers have left to be with their loved ones. Steev and Cherl have stayed behind, having no immediate families or significant others, in the belief that they are safe buried deep within the mountain. In an attempt to keep their minds off the nearing disaster, they work hard to reestablish the faint connection with ancient Rome.

They feel the smashing force of a direct hit above them, the lighting dims, brightens, and all is quiet. Forty five year old Steev and thirty-three Cherl cringe waiting for the mountain and their lives to end. Nothing. ALL is quiet. They no longer feel the missiles striking the countryside.

Steev opens the iris door of the ExoSphere and finds dirt up against the ExoSphere. He surmises that the mountain has collapsed around them; the spherical shape of their habitat has withstood the pressure. He is stunned thinking there is no way out of their dilemma. 

The ExoSphere has self-sustaining life support and a brand new 2132 replicator. They can live in the ExoSphere for six to seven weeks without new supplies, but then ... Steev closes the iris door thinking it will keep dirt out of the ExoSphere.

Strange ideas pop into one's head at a time like this. Steev laughs to himself as he thinks about being stranded on this desert(ed) isle with a lesbian. Good going Steev. Good choice of a companion. The powers that be have played a practical joke on them.

Well, she wasn't really his choice. She had decided to stay with him for safety sake. She realizes that all of the people who left are most likely atomic particles by now. She also thinks and is amused by the fact that she has been stuck alone with a heterosexual male. 

Life is funny. She will spend the time left to her -- sexless. Not a happy situation. She smiles and shakes her head. Maybe he would go down on her while she closes her eyes and pretends he's another female. Not hardly, with beard stubble rubbing on her inner thighs. No, her sex life is over. She wonders if she should bite the bullet and allow Steev to use her body; she shudders at the thought. 

They check out their supplies and the brand new, unused, untested replicator that was given to their team to be guinea pigs. The machine's egress chute is four by four and so, not large enough to replicate a boring machine to dig their way out of the collapsed mountain. Steev laughs again and thinks of replicating hand shovels. It would probably take only one or two hundred years to dig their way out. 

He wonders if the large number of rep-cards includes shovels. They probably do as the producers of the replicator tried to think of all possible necessities. In any case, the output could be a bit larger than a breadbox. He wonders what a breadbox is. 

Inserting a needle sized card bearing specific formulation into the pertinent slot and filling the hopper with any organic or inorganic material and pressing the appropriate buttons would cause the replicator to change the input material into its basic atomic structure; the machine would use the information on the card and then "paint" the article with the atoms now on tap. Steev thought the machine was a big joke. Not being an atomic physicist, he couldn't imagine this thing actually producing an article. Now if the machine could reproduce a heterosexual, gorgeous, stacked babe. No. He recalled that the machine supposedly only reproduces inanimate objects -- nonorganic, not even foodstuffs. When their food runs out, they starve.

He muses that as he and Cherl 'run' out, they could put themselves through the replicator and leave statues of themselves here for all eternity or until the mountain erodes away. Steev thinks he may be losing it.

However, they have plenty of raw material for the replicator to use: the entire mountain.

The following day, to amuse themselves, the two open the iris door, and using a small container, scoop up dirt and put it in the replicator hopper. They locate the catalog rep-card for a shovel, push the button to insert the miniscule item, and press the large green button marked 'start'. A flashing yellow screen shows, "Inadequate material for this item." They scoop more dirt into the hopper until the machine starts humming. A few minutes later, the shovel appears against the restraining fence in front of the output chute. It works! The machine works!

Laughing, they fill the hopper again and make another shovel. Filling the hopper again, they look at the catalogue item list on the screen wondering what else they can replicate. When they attempt to replicate an item with moving parts, the machine's screen reads, "Processing -- please wait." Finally after a few minutes have passed, the machine ejects a pistol. They think that when things get really bad, they will take the quick way out.

Now, they need ammunition for the pistol and open the iris door to dig some more dirt. Cherl pushes her shovel into the dirt, but as she does, the dirt begins to shift and slide and she quickly closes the portal.

Waiting for the movement to subside, they eat lunch. When they go back to the portal and open it, they are shocked. Through a small hole in the dirt, they see light streaming in. They think they have opened a way to the larger hall that the ExoSphere is in. Then they realize that there cannot be power to the lighting system. The missile had to have destroyed the main generator. The only power left is the auxiliary generator inside the sphere.

Being aware that more digging may cause a further collapse, they cautiously begin, dumping the dirt into the replicator hopper to make bins to hold more dirt.

They realize that the light is sunlight and begin digging faster. Eventually, they manage to excavate a hole big enough to crawl through. They emerge into a pristine landscape. There is no sign of bomb craters, burned out buildings, and other widespread damage.

Looking back at their capsule, they realize that it is more than half buried underground and inside a hillock covered with grass and flowers. Where the devil are they? Where is the countryside they were expecting to find? They return to the ExoSphere, change to walking shoes, put the now loaded pistol into a portfolio and start off to explore. Steev realizes that the ExoSphere is wide open and may attract people or animals. He goes back and closes the iris door from an exterior switch and shovels dirt into the hole they had dug to get out. They start out again.

A few kilometers from the capsule, they find a road built with flat stones. Following the road, they see a man coming toward them. He is dressed in an odd fashion; he is wearing a toga and leather sandals. As he approaches them, he raises his hand and says, "Ave." They repeat the word to him and wait for him to speak again. As he speaks, they realize he is speaking latin. 

Thank heavens for their Latin classes and the language they often needed in some of their studies. After stumbling along in that language, they get across to the man that they are strangers who have come to find trading partners. He asks them if clothing like they're wearing will be included in that trade. When Steev says it is, the man invites them to his home for a repast. He says he is a local merchant and would very much like to enter into a trade agreement with them.

Steev and Cherl are stunned when he takes them to his home which is a large beautiful gardened estate two kilometers up the road. They have a light meal brought to them by two young, very pretty women dressed in chitons that they recognize as the dress of ancient Greece. They are now extremely curious as to their location. They try asking surreptitious questions of their host, but he is too involved in asking them about their clothing and other possible trade goods to answer their queries.

Finally, they tell the man, Claude, that if they had a way to transport some of their trade goods, they would make him a present of them. Claude offers them the use of a wagon and a driver. They accept the offer of the wagon but decline the driver. He shrugs and sends one of men to prepare a horse and small cart.

Realizing that Claude may think he'll steal the transport, Steev tells Cherl to stay while he goes back to the ExoSphere. After a little difficulty handling the horse, Steev gets back to the ExoSphere and begins to run off copies of pants and shirts. While the replicator is humming away, he goes to the computer, tells it what he wants to know, and waits a few minutes for an answer. 

The computer tells him something that blows his mind. The computer reveals that they are no longer in the universe they started out in. It describes how the H-bomb struck the ExoSphere's main power generation plant and sent power through the huge cables thousands of times stronger than normal. 

The ExoSphere, in a past-searching mode received that awesome surge and was sent through another dimension into a parallel universe to a planet and era mimicking the ExoSphere's search patterns. Through some unknown factors, Steev and Cherl are now in that place. After sitting and staring at the walls for a while, Steev shrugs his shoulders and thinks about returning back to Claude and Cherl. 

For further trade, Steev replicates throwaway razors, shaving soap, and wrap-around skirts for women. Size wouldn't matter since the skirts could be adjusted to any size within a certain range. His choice of female apparel leaves something to be desired. 

He loads the clothing that almost overwhelms the cart. He had forgotten to put a limit on the machine and it kept on churning out clothes over and over while Steev was using the computer. When he returns to Claude's, two men in loincloths unload the cart and return it and the horse to the stables.

Claude is ecstatic when he looks over the pants and shirts. He is visualizing how they will sell and what his profits will be. "How much do you want for this treasure? He asks Steev.

Steev tells him that a certain amount of the goods are a present to repay Claude for his gracious hospitality. He divides the goods in half and tells Claude to pay him whatever he thinks the rest is worth. Claude is an honest man inasmuch as he thinks he better offer a fair price or possibly lose further custom. Claude insists on his new friends staying for the evening meal and offers them a room for the night. They tell him they are not mates and he offers them separate bedrooms. 

Claude calls the two serving girls into the atrium and gives each of them one of the wrap around skirts. They are unaware of how they fit on, so Cherl takes one and wraps it around her waist over her jeans. The two girls follow suit and don the wraps around their waists. 

"No, my dears, they are to be worn instead of your chitons." 

A light dawns in their eyes. Almost simultaneously, they reach up and undo a clip on one shoulder and their attire slides down their slim bodies to the floor. They are completely nude. Steev and Cherl are awestruck; the girls have gorgeous bodies. Totally unaware of the effect their nudity is having on the heterosexual Steev and the homosexual Cherl, they pick up their gowns, fold them carefully, lay them on a shelf near the door, and pick up the wraparound skirts. 

They are a bit inept at finding the precise way to wear them, so Cherl helps each one in turn; she makes a point of touching their bodies as she shows them how the wraparounds are worn. Finally, the girls are wearing them but are still topless. Their breasts are not large but full and firm. They are the size and shape of two large pears; they are succulent. Both Cherl and Steev can feel their loins twitch. Cherl wets her panties. Steev struggles to stop an erection; he is unsuccessful.

The girls prance and twirl around causing the skirts to flare and exposing their bottoms and pubes. They are visibly happy to wear these new items. Finally, Claude dismisses them and they leave the room taking their chitons with them.

"Well, they seem to enjoy those -- what did you call them -- skirts. What do your women usually wear to cover their breasts when they wear the skirts or do they go bare breasted?" 

"Forgive me, Claude. I should have brought blouses, uh, something like what Cherl is wearing. By the way, the girls look so much alike. Are they twins and are they your daughters?"

"They are twins, but they are not related to me. I purchased them from the server market. They were an exceptional buy, don't you think? A matched pair is rare."

During the evening, they are entertained by four lovely young women playing musical instruments. One is playing a harp, but the other three instruments are unknown to Cherl and Steev. A woman appears in the doorway and Claude bids her to enter. He introduces her to his guests as his love lady or Steev has misinterpreted the Latin term. 

Zhanet has been in town to play board games with some lady friends, to do a little shopping, and to hear the latest gossip. She asks why the two young serving girls are wearing strange garments and are bare breasted. Claude explains and tells her that he and Steev are now trading partners and that Steev has given him a fortune in new clothing and is selling him another equal amount. 

He tells Zhanet that the money he expects as profit will allow him to buy her the exquisite four-wheel chariot and six white horses, a driver, and footman that she has been wanting; she thanks Steev profusely and offers to share his bed that evening. Although Claude is smiling, Steev thanks her for her generous offer but since she is Claude's love lady, he is loathe to accept. Claude laughs and claps him on the shoulder. 

The two pretty serving girls attend Steev as he prepares for bed. They bring soap, water and towels and begin to undress him. They have him stand over a drain in the floor, lather him, and rinse off the soap. They giggle when he gets an erection as they wash his penis. They dry him with thick towels and then pull down the bedclothes. He thanks them and gets into the bed. He bids them goodnight and rolls over on his side, horny as hell. A moment later, the girls slide into bed on either side of him. They are naked and their skin feels satin smooth. He is a very happy man.

Cherl is attended by two young men who help her with her ablutions, but when they offer further services, she shakes her head no and they leave. She slides into the soft bed and prepares to go to sleep. It has been a long unusual day. It is not complete yet. Cherl hears someone enter the room; she turns in bed expecting another male servant. 

It is Zhanet who pauses and then removes her chiton. She poses for a few moments, so that Cherl can look over her body. She cups her hands under her large firm breasts and then extends her hands, palms up, toward Cherl. She has a quizzical look on her face. She stands there nude, her hands still extended waiting for a reply from Cherl. Cherl throws back the bed cover and motions for Zhanet to share her bed. This is not going to be a sexless time for Cherl after all. 

She and Zhanet kiss and fondle one another until they are aroused to the point of exploding. Cherl slips down between Zhanet's legs and licks her inner thighs from knee to crotch. When the woman begins gasping, Cherl begins to slowly lick her slit. When Zhanet's vagina opens, Cherl pushes her tongue into the canal as far as she can reach. She licks and sucks until Zhanet pleads for release. 

Cherl begins another procedure; she probes into the woman's vagina, but slides her tongue out, up between the woman's labia and up over her clitoris. Cherl continues this and increases the tempo until Zhanet orgasms and her juices burst into Cherl's face and mouth. Cherl thinks, "I hope all the women here taste this good. I've never tasted pussy juice this delicious before." 

It will be so as the computer took this factor into a nanosecond of consideration when it flung them into this parallel universe. 

Zhanet returned the flavor, uh, favor and sucked and licked Cherl into seven or eight earth shattering orgasms. They fell asleep with Zhanet's face against Cherl's breasts.

As fatigued as he is, er, was, Steev spends hours touching, feeling, kissing, tasting the two delicious young bodies on either side of him. When one begins to softly moan, Steev reaches between her legs; he finds her vagina wet and slides his middle finger into her canal. Her hymen hinders his finger. 

He stops and wonders if he will offend his host by taking her virginity. That may be for Claude to take advantage of. He tests the twin and finds that she is virgin also. Steev is torn between satisfying his lust and possibly offending Claude. He manually stimulates one girl's clitoris until she orgasms and then does the same to her sister. He kisses them, takes them into his arms and prepares to sleep.

As he is dozing, he feels a mouth on his penis. He is immediately wide-awake and fully erect. The girls take turns fellating him until he can no longer hold back; he erupts into Keri's mouth as she continues to create a vacuum like suction. He empties and falls back onto the pillow sated. 

The girl shares Steev's 'gift' with her sister, Sera, their mouths open and pressed tightly together. They suck his semen back and forth until they have an equal share and then swallow. Keri, the girl who received Steev's semen directly allows her twin to lick up the semen still oozing from Steev's penis. The two girls return to kissing and licking each other's open mouths until there is no trace left of Steev's largesse. Sera asks Steev if he has to urinate. He says no, but he wonders what she would have done if he had said yes. They curl up against him and the sated three fall asleep.


The Year is 2132 Ch. 01



When Steev and Cherl wake in the morning, they are alone. Their bed partners have slipped away without awaking them. The sun is high and evidently they have slept in.

They had been exhausted by the nuclear disaster, their fear of being buried alive, finding themselves in a strange land, and the sexual affairs late last night. This morning, however, they feel fine. Sleep has cleared away the agony and the ecstasy of yesterday.

They hurriedly dress and simultaneously leave their rooms. Steev takes Cherl aside and tells her what the computer had revealed when he went back to the ExoSphere. Cherl is devastated by the news. 

"Steev, is there anyway we can return to our own time and universe?"

"I doubt it, Cherl. Look at the power it took to send us here. How could we ever find that here in this world? No, I think we're stranded here and should try to make the best of the situation. Look at it this way. Yesterday morning, all we had to look forward to was death by starvation. Today, we have a new life and it looks like we have the bull by the horns (whatever that means). Things could have been a lot worse. Actually, I had a most enjoyable evening." 

Cherl smiled and recalled her evening with Zhanet. She hopefully had that experience to look forward to again. Her loins ached and felt wonderful at the same time.

"My dear friends. How happy I am to see you rested and looking well. Come, come. We are about to have our morning meal." They go into the dining area and find the table groaning from the prepared food heaped on it.

"Are you expecting an army to eat with us, Claude?"

"An army? Why would I ---- Oh, I see. All the food. No, my friends. I just didn't know what you would like, so I had the staff prepare some of everything we had in the deep cellar. Sit. Sit. Eat whatever you like. Don't worry about the rest." A male server poured a mild watered wine for them.

"Where are the pretty serving girls, Claude?" Cherl asked.

"They've been dismissed, but don't be concerned. We have other servants to keep our glasses full." Steev is devastated. He believes he is the cause of the girls' dismissal. Furthermore, he has strong feelings for them and was hoping to see them again -- in and out of his bedroom. He will miss their natural beauty. His heart is heavy.

They don't even make a dent in the prepared food. Oddly, the table bears only food that they like. Both Cherl and Steev were expecting strange, maybe unpalatable things that they would have to force themselves to eat. Even the food they were served yesterday suited their palates.

"Claude, do you know who owns the land about two kilometers to the west; the area where we met you yesterday?"

"Of course, I walk there everyday for exercise. I own it. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I like the looks of that area. There is a certain serenity about the area. I'd like to establish a camp there. Would you be interested in selling about an acre?"

"Absolutely not. However, I will make you a gift of it. I have no intentions of building there. The land around this estate is there for privacy only. If we are going to trade together, I would find it advantageous to have you near. It's yours. No. Don't protest. I'll have the papers drawn up as soon as you point out exactly whereof you speak and I can have a survey made. 

I assume you have an amount of your trade goods hidden in that vicinity. Isn't that from where you brought these fabulous clothes? Don't be alarmed. I have no intention of looking for it. You might find another merchant to deal with in the future if you felt you couldn't trust me." 

Steev wondered how anyone as open and forthright could do business and get wealthy in this land or anywhere. It was refreshing, however, to deal with a truly honest man. 

"Claude, I am overwhelmed by your generosity. I'd like to give you another item we could trade with. It's not much, but with your business knowledge, you might find a market for it."

Steev finds the canvas bag he brought back from the ExoSphere. He pulls out the throwaway razors and shaving soap and hands one of each to Claude. Claude checks over the razor and asks its purpose. He is not optimistic about its retail value. 

Steev explains that it is for shaving the face -- or other hairy parts of the body. Claude is dubious. He has always used an extremely sharp, honed knife with which to shave the hair from his face. Steev asks Claude if could demonstrate the razor and Claude agrees.

Steev uses the shaving soap to lather Claude's face and then begins to shave the man.

After shaving half of Claude's whiskers, he hands the razor to Claude and lets the man complete the shave. 

"Steev, I am perplexed. Why would you sell such a marvelous instrument? If it were mine, I would hide it away so no one else would be able to find it. I can't believe how easily and non-painfully it removes facial hair. It is wondrous."

"Claude, I can secure more of these. It is not a rarity where I come from. This is yours. I'm making you a gift of it. In fact, I have several more to give you. Do with them as you please."

"Steev, you are making me desperate to give you back in kind, and you continue to outpace me. Please. No more or I'll feel shame." Steev realizes what Claude means and makes a mental note to be careful in the future.

"Now Steev, allow me to pay you for the clothing I received from you. I will have to send to my treasury to get the aureas. I can't keep that much here, or I might be robbed of such a vast sum. I have already sent my assistant to nobles and merchants who will wear and sell the goods. The news is good. My assistant sold all of the goods this morning and we will share the profits." He wrote down some figures and showed them to Steev. "Is that about what you had in mind? If you think it's too little, I would be glad to offer more." 

Steev almost choked when he saw the amount the goods had sold for and how much his share would be. "Claude, it is a most generous amount, and I am well pleased with it."

Claude held out his hand and the two men clasped each other's wrist. Claude pulled Steev to him and put his arm around him. "We will do well as trading partners, my friend. Thank you."

"One thing more, Claude. Would you be willing to keep my share in your treasury and allow me to draw on it when necessary?" 

Claude was astounded. "Once more you embarrass me. You trust me that much? You have brought tears to my eyes, friend."

Cherl had been watching and listening to this exchange and thought that this land might not be a bad place to live. Probably many times better than the bombed out war plagued place where they had come from.

"Speak no more of a camp on what is now your land. You must live here until you can have a permanent house built. When will you receive another shipments of goods? You may store them in my warehouse until you build your own."

Steev felt guilty of deceiving his new friend, but didn't think it advisable to divulge what really was happening. He and Cherl might be accused of being witches or worse.

Steev was also concerned about how long the backup generator in the ExoSphere would last and if the replicator would continue working. He better produce as much trade goods as possible before the replicator quit. 

He told Claude he was expecting a large shipment by wagon train at his newly acquired land; he would have to stay there and wait for it or it might go astray. He was mentally making plans to handle this delicate situation. He'd go live in the ExoSphere until he could produce enough goods to last a long while. He sat down with Claude and they discussed what type of merchandise he should order for the next shipment. He made a long list and prepared to leave.

"Steef, Steef!" Steev heard women calling him, but who? The two young girls came running into the room and knelt at his feet.

Steev was taken by surprised. He thought that Claude had sent the pretty serving girls away. He looked at Claude inquisitively as if to ask what was happening.

Claude grins from ear to ear. "Zhanet and I conferred this morning while you were still asleep. She insisted that we give you something in return for your largesse. The trade goods you brought us resulted in a large sum added to our treasury. We can't accept that without giving you something in kind. Since you seemed to enjoy Keri and Sera, we decided to give them to you. Their intrinsic value is not equal to the trade goods, but Zhanet hopes they'll suffice. The girls are more than happy to be your consorts. Will you accept graciously, or will I have to bring in my male servants and force you to take them. Do you want them to wear the skirts or their regular chitons?"

Steev sputtered, "I am speechless, Claude. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love the girls. I'd like them to wear their chitons. You couldn't have given me a better gift. But now we are even. Right?"

Claude laughed, "Not in my estimation, but if you say so, I'll accept that. I have set up an apartment for you and the girls. I hope you'll stay here for a long time. I feel that you are a younger brother of mine."

"Yes Claude, and let's keep that relationship. I feel the same way. Now I must hurry back to where the trade goods will arrive. I'll return as soon as possible. Cherl, go with me. I'll need your help and advice." 

Cherl is using the replicator to fill the list of trade goods that Steev wants to take to Claude. Steev is staring at the wall. "Cherl, are you aware of something eerily strange happening?"

"I don't think so. Everything is perfect. It couldn't be better."

"That's what I mean, Cherl. Everything IS perfect. What are the odds of that being the case when we find ourselves in a parallel universe on an earthlike planet where everything happens for the best? Think. We end up here where the air, water, etc. is perfect for humans. The ExoSphere is buried and cannot be seen from the road just under two kilometers away. We walk to the road and immediately meet a man who takes us home and treats like long lost relatives. He sells our replicated materials and makes us wealthy. 

By the way, the money here is a combination of Greek and Roman; however, the numbers that Claude showed me are Arabic -- 1, 2, 3, etc. Everything about this place is easy to understand as if we were back on planet Earth. What are the chances that it could be just a coincidence?

Claude takes everything we say and do at face value. He doesn't question how or where we get the trade goods. He is so honest that it's embarrassing. He doesn't break a sweat when his love lady offers to sleep with me.

Claude gives me two of the most beautiful, sweetest, most luscious young women I could ever imagine. Those girls are virgins, yet they were able to give me incredibly good sex last night. They are every man's fantasy. Yet, Claude has owned these female treasures and hasn't deflowered them. How could he have resisted? It's as though he was keeping them intact until we, uh, I came along. The only thing missing is a woman to satisfy your needs. I would bet she shows up soonest."

"Are you saying we are dreaming this? Or are we dead and have gone to our individual heavens? By the way, the woman I needed DID show up -- last night -- Zhanet. She is incredibly talented in Sapphic art. She DID take me to heaven. I have never experienced lesbian sex as good as last night. It WAS perfect. Why are you complaining that this is so good?"

"Don't get me wrong. I appreciate it, too. I'm just curious as to WHY it is so perfect. This is my theory: The ExoSphere and its computer are actually one entity, and it has been programmed to defend itself and to survive no matter what. 

When the nuke hit its site, the ExoSphere, in a split second, figured it had to do whatever was necessary to survive. We were looking at ancient Rome when the blast occurred. The ExoSphere took many factors in consideration and made a leap. Not to another part of Earth that is probably a dead planet by now, but to this dimension and this world.

Opposing powers have launched so many super H weapons that they will continue raining down on the planet long after the human race has been extinguished. The ExoSphere had to take itself out of that catastrophe. In that split second when the missile caused a huge power surge, the ExoSphere must have taken advantage of that opportunity to jump not just to another spot on ravaged earth but to a parallel universe on a planet where you and I could flourish. 

The ExoSphere needs us as much as we need it. It depends on us for power. The auxiliary power supply, although it's charged to capacity by the H weapon power surge, will not last forever. The ExoSphere brought us to a planet where we wouldn't have to concern ourselves with mundane matters. It expects us to focus on its needs. 

Have you noticed that there is a combined Roman-Grecian atmosphere to life here? My undergraduate courses were steeped in Ancient Rome. I was fascinated by the Roman Empire and all of its factors. That's why I came aboard this project. I wanted to actually see Rome in its finest hour. What did you study in your early courses? I'll bet it was ancient Greece. Right?"

"You're right. Greece. So we are in a world where there is a confluence of Roman and Greek culture. How is it that there is such a world?"

"Think of what scientists have been saying for centuries, Cherl. They believe there is an infinite number of parallel universes. Everything that can possibly exist does exist somewhere, somehow, somespace. That's why the ExoSphere brought us to this one. It IS perfect for our needs and -- for its needs. It doesn't want us to have to deal with menial tasks. We must figure out a way to supply the power it needs. I have a hunch the ExoSphere will set up a few obstacles for us just to keep us alert, and so we won't grow complacent, but, all in all, we may have a carefree existence from now on. We may have to manufacture problems for ourselves just to keep life interesting.

"Have you noticed any changes in yourself, Cherl?"

"Like what, Steev?" She looks down at her body.

"I don't know. Any physical or mental changes? I have changes in me that I'm aware of: After a shaky start, I'm speaking Latin like I've been speaking it all my life. I hear myself speaking words that I know I didn't learn in school; 

my sexual performance last night, uh, my erection seemed to be larger and harder than I ever remember it; I had some physical problems before we arrived here and had to take meds to keep them at bay, but I'm completely non-symptomatic now; I don't seem to need as much sleep although we've only been here a short time and that may be due to other factors; I have much more strength and stamina than I ever had before; I just feel better than I ever did on Earth."

"Now that you mention it, I am the same as you health wise and sexually. I don't mean I grew a hard penis, although I've always wondered what it would be like to be able to actually fuck a woman. That's a tantalizing thought. Maybe my clit will get big enough to do that. Yum. 

However, I have noticed my breasts no longer sag. They are fuller and tighter. I don't even need a bra now. My waistline is smaller. My vagina gets wet much more easily and I overflow when I have sex. I thought I was going to drown Zhanet. I had attributed that to her sexual prowess. Speaking of having a penis, that woman's tongue makes a great substitute. Listen to what I'm saying. I have no inhibitions telling you about my sex life. I am different mentally and yes, I speak Latin fluently although my exposure in school was very limited. I am even thinking in Latin when I speak it. What happened to us, Steev?"

"I suppose the ExoSphere saw to it that everything was made easier for us. I don't know how it changed us, but the evidence is there; maybe the shift through hyperspace caused the changes, so we would be right at home here; however, maybe we are dead or dreaming. If so, I hope we don't awaken back on earth during that-that debacle, that chaos. It is so pleasurable here that I'm afraid that I'll wake up.

By the way, now that I think of it, were you aware that Claude's home had indoor plumbing-showers-toilets-and even soap? I didn't think twice about it; it should have stood out like a sore thumb, but my mind just accepted it as normal -- but in ancient Rome? They had aqueducts and such but not to the extent that we find here. And where are the aqueducts? Where is the water coming from? Underground pipes? I'm even getting the impression that things are actually changing, as we speak, and we're not aware of them. This is truly the Magic Kingdom.

I'd like you to do something that I'm too hesitant to do. Check the replicator's catalogue file and see if there happens to be any of these items: Roman and Greek clothing and coinage. No need to look for anything else. That should clinch my theory."

Cherl punches the replicator's buttons, waits a second, punches more buttons, and waits another second. She turns and looks at Steev but doesn't speak. She takes a deep breath and nods to him.

"Well, there are a lot worse places than Utopia," Steev quipped, "but it might be very boring. Don't scream when too many things go right. I hope we can handle it." Cherl shook her head and made a face. 

Steev tells her to run off a few togae and chitons for them to wear. They don't want to look out of place until some of the population begin to wear their trade goods.

The two scientists load up the trade goods, close up the ExoSphere, and go back to Claude's estate. The two young women meet them at the door and ask if they can hug Steev and Cherl. They are giddy with excitement that Steev is back.

As they follow the girls into the mansion, Cherl asks why Claude gave both of the young women to him and not one to each of them. Steev thinks, laughs, and says, "Cherl, as wonderful as it is, it's still a man's world." Cherl punches him on the arm. Steev continues, "However, you can bet your panties that somehow there will always be women ready to please you. I have absolutely no doubt of that."

"If your theory is correct, that will probably be so, but I'd like to have a woman of my own. I wouldn't have to hesitate in telling her want I want her to do. Ooh, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I just got wet."

When Claude looked over the merchandise they brought him, he was ecstatic. "How much will you accept for this treasure?"

Steev thought and said, "How about splitting the income fifty-fifty?" Again, Steev noted an anomaly: Claude understood the idiom. He thought he would try using other Earth idioms and slang. Would Claude understand everything he said? 

"No, that wouldn't be fair. You must have material costs and overhead. Shipping costs alone must have been huge. However, I will take advantage of your poor business acumen and accept twenty per cent. I will dream tonight of aureas and drachma pouring into my -- our treasury." Steev is now positive that his theory is correct.

"Claude, you must be aware that Cherl prefers the sexual favors of other women. How would we go about obtaining a 'serving' girl for her?"

"No problem at all. We'll go to the mart and purchase one for her. I'm sorry I didn't think of that myself, but I assumed that Zhanet would be taking care of Cherl's sexual needs. She is a graduate of the Academie des Arts, as are your consorts. They too can service Cherl after they have totally sated you, of course, in a year or two, and providing you are willing to share them with Cherl," Claude jested. Steev noticed the modern French terminology and made a mental note to ask Keri and Sera about the Academy.

Steev, Keri, and Sera are in the apartment that Claude set up for them. The girls are nude, having dropped their chitons when they entered the room. When Steev asked them why, they were confused. Sera said, "Steef, that's the way we were trained at the academy. We are not supposed to be covered when we are alone with our owners or with company if we are so told. 




The Year is 2132 Ch. 01



There is something that we would like to know. Is Steef your title? What does it mean? Is that how we should continue to address you? We don't want to be rude."

"No, doll, Steev is my name. You are not being rude."

The girls are aghast. Sera is in tears. "Oh Sir, we didn't know. Please forgive us. We are your consorts, your property; it is not proper that we call you by your name. May we call you Sir? That is how we are supposed to address all men. Is that alright? We should be punished for using your name. Would you beat us, please?"

It's Steev's turn to be aghast. "Sweet little girl. I'm not about to beat you for such an insignificant thing. I had not told you to call me anything else. Please don't cry. If you must, call me sir, but if you forget and call me Steev, it is perfectly okay. 

Come here and let me hold you on my lap. No, not both of you. My lap isn't big enough." He laughs and the girls giggle. Sera dries her tears. She asks him, "May I put my arms around your neck and hug you. I am so happy to belong to you." Steev nods, too choked up to speak. Both girls hug him. He kisses their sweet faces.

He is feeling very paternal toward these two beautiful young women. He wonders if that will inhibit him from having sex with them in the future. Will he feel like a dirty old man, or worse: incest. He can't get enough of holding, hugging, and touching their nude, slim, nubile young bodies, but actual sexual penetration...? He thinks back when they took turns fellating them. He can't even think the term 'blowing' when it applies to them. He is tormented by his confliction. When the girls had asked what they should call him, he had been very close to suggesting "Daddy".

"Are you out of your mind, Steev? They are women, not children. Zhanet tells me they are nineteen, almost twenty, and have been trained to have sex with their owner, man or woman. If you can't bring yourself to fuck them, give them to me. I'd love to get them into bed. Believe me, I wouldn't have any qualms about having them eat me." Cherl is stunned by Steev's ambivalence.

Steev knows that Cherl is right. He has to stop thinking of them as children, his children. He realizes where his anxiety is coming from. Marrah, his former partner, refused to be a breeder and during their five year connubial contract made certain that his sperm never reached her eggs. He was so upset that he refused to renew the contract. He wonders if she is still alive on earth. It is extremely doubtful. 

Steev makes up his mind that he must change his way of thinking and adapt to whatever this world sends his way. He will take the two beautiful young women into his bed without reservation from now on.

----------- Dear readers,

In deciding not to write strictly about girls on girls, I have stepped outside of my comfort zone. I hope I have not misplaced my faith that most men have consciences about having sex with women half their age. I am certainly NOT advocating that they discontinue that practice, but that they think twice and treat the younger women with a more delicate hand. After all, they have not been out of puberty very long and are therefore not as worldly as we, ahem, slightly older women are. I would have added, 'Why not pick on us?', if my sexual orientation were different.

I'm a bit busy and may not have time to write the next stage of this story very soon; however, if you enjoyed the first part, I will write more when I can. I write these stories as a respite during the pressure of my other tasks, but when there is much on my plate, I find little time for these writing breaks. As much as I need these times-out, I can't always find them.

Thank you for your patience.

Raven



The Year is 2132 Ch. 02



Capitulus II (Chapter 02)

Sex practices at the Academy

Several weeks have gone by since Steev and Cherl found themselves on this new world. It extremely Earthlike; however, in comparison to Earth, Romana is 21 centuries behind Earth time. The Earthlings have established themselves in trade and their lives are pleasant but boring. Everything goes too well and, so far, there have been no challenges to keep them stimulated. Well, they have been stimulated but only (only?) sexually. 

Cherl has had her hostess, Zhanet, in her bed quite frequently. Zhanet is a graduate of an academy that trained her in the arts of lovemaking with both men and women. When Zhanet isn't available, Cherl has the choice of her host's four lovely musicians, and Steev has offered her the services of his two young consorts, Keri and Sera. She has not accepted them yet, as she has had her 'brains fucked out' by Zhanet and hasn't been in need of another woman -- so far. There is also the factor that Steev would be saddened if they left his bed even for an evening. 

Cherl has been waiting patiently for Claude to take her to the nearby city and allow her to purchase a woman of her own. His own business has been foremost in Claude's mind, and he hasn't had time to spare for Cherl's needs, uh, wants. He knows there are enough women in his household to take care of any sexual activity or deviance that she can possibly dream up. He is in no hurry to take her to the market.

On Dies Solis, Sunday, everyone is on the patio basking in the warm sun when there is a commotion at the service entrance. A servant approaches Claude and whispers in his ear and waits for instructions. 

Claude speaks to Steev, "There is a delegation of tradesmen who wish to discuss a pressing problem. Come with me, Steev. You need to know our local business people."

Claude welcomes the men into his home and waits for them to tell him of their problem. One by one, they tell him how the new trade goods are hurting their business. They are not making money because everyone is bypassing their stores to buy Claude's goods. They explain that they don't expect him to discontinue sales, but would he distribute the goods to them as well as a select few merchants. Claude realizes that he has upset a balance within the business community, and that if these men have no money to make purchases, the entire economy could suffer. He asks them for a few days to come up with an answer. They are relieved that he is not angry with them and thank him as they leave.

After they are gone, Claude is deep in thought. He asks Steev what he thinks they should do. He doesn't want to lose Steev's goodwill and trade goods. Fortunately, Steev has been wondering how long this trade imbalance would go on. With much coming in and none being sold outside, the whole economy might collapse. He asks Claude for a day or two to find an answer and Claude agrees.

On Dies Lunea, Monday, Steev returns to the ExoSphere to pore over the rep-card catalogue. He checks to see if there are instructions to manufacture some items that the replicator can produce. He finds that there are a set of instructions and diagrams for many items in the catalogue. He wonders if those plans existed before he started checking. Since there is no way of finding out, he prints out several dozen sets of plans and returns to Claude's estate. He may have the answer to the local problem.

When he shows the diagrams to Claude and tells him of his plans, Claude grimaces and wonders why he hadn't thought of this apparent solution. They will set up a training school to teach the locals how to manufacture goods similar to those that Cherl and Steev have introduced here. Steev will no longer have to use the replicator for items the townspeople can make; he and Claude will charge a small surtax on every item sold both in the city and in foreign trade. Claude is ecstatic. He foresees the city's economy blossoming. He puts their plans into immediate effect and has a training facility set up in his warehouse and invites craftsmen to join union shop.

His plan is to buy raw materials from neighboring towns and have goods handmade in his shops. He sees gold coins pouring into his treasury whenever he closes his eyes.

Steev is not so jubilant. He finds Sera and Keri rather depressed, and they can't seem to express their feelings to him. He asks Cherl to talk to them and try to discover what is troubling them. Cherl does as he asks and the young women open up to her, crying at their unhappiness.

"Steev, you bastard. You have made those two sweet young women miserable."

"What did I do? I have treated them with nothing but kindness."

"What did you do? What did you not do? What the hell did we discuss a few weeks ago? You were concerned about their ages and that they were like the daughters you wanted to have but didn't have. You swore you wouldn't let that stand in your way, and you would treat them as you would any other beautiful women. It turns out that you have permitted them to suck you off, but you haven't fucked them. They are beside themselves thinking you find them unappealing or worse, that you dislike them and their bodies. 

What did you do? Absolutely nothing. That's my point. Either fuck them or give them to me and find some old bags your age to share your bed." 

Cherl is steaming mad and stomps off. She finds one of the pretty musicians and practically drags her to her room. She pulls off her chiton and directs the young women to her genitals. She tells her not to bother with foreplay but just lick her to orgasm, many orgasms. The girl pulls off her own chiton, slides up between Cherl's legs and begins an oral sex session that goes on for over two hours. Cherl's anger is dissipated and she is more relaxed. She tells the musician to clean her face and prepare to sleep with her this evening. The girl asks if she wants another girl to join them, but Cherl says no. She wants to sleep with only her tonight. The young woman is pleased by Cherl's choosing her. She snuggles up against Cherl and puts her face between Cherl's breasts and profusely kisses them all over; she asks Cherl what more she can do to please her. 

Cherl tells her to go to sleep.

The next morning, Cherl awakens to the girl between her legs; the young woman's tongue is in Cherl's vagina. She is not licking, but just pressing her mouth against Cherl's pubes. Cherl expects the girl's tongue to begin thrusting but that doesn't happen. Cherl sits up and looks down at the girl's face. The girl is looking up at her as if expecting some sign or other. "What are you waiting for, child? Are you going to eat me?'

The girl withdraws her tongue and says, "No Ma'am. I'm going to drink you as soon as you're ready. I've been waiting for half an hour for you to empty. My tongue is very tired, but I can wait a while longer. I'm sorry if I am rushing you." 

"Your waiting for me to empty what, honey? My secretions? My pussy juices? You managed to suck me dry last night. As wet as I get, you did a fine job sucking it all out. We can get up and have our morning meal now."

"But Ma'am, I'm supposed to take care of you in the morning if I sleep with you all night. That's what I've been trained to do. It wouldn't be right if I didn't do it."

"You have me at a disadvantage, sweetness. What are you supposed to do? Remember, I'm new here and don't know all the rules yet. Furthermore, stop calling me Ma'am. I'm not your mother. My name is Cherl."

I can't call you by name, Ma'am. I would have to be beaten if I did that."

"Well, I wouldn't beat you. It will be our little secret. Okay?"

"No Ma'am. If you wouldn't beat me, I'd have to go to Zhanet and tell her what I did, and she would have to beat me. We can't break the rules."

"How is it that you can call her by name and not me?"

"Well, she is from the Academy, also, and is therefore my sister. I can call my sister by name without punishment. As mistress of Claude's household, she can use your name, but none of the rest of us can."

"Okay, honey. I get your point. Let's see. I don't like Ma'am as that makes me feel my age. I refuse to be called Mistress. I have it. Can you call me Miss?" 

"Is that another one of your names or is it your title? I'm not familiar with it."

"Yes child, it's a title. It means young woman. Okay?"

"Oh yes, you are a young woman. I can tell by the way your vagina tastes and it is very juicy. I have tasted older women, and they seem much drier than you. I will call you Miss from now on. Shall I tell my sister musicians too?"

"I guess so, if those are the rules. I need a printout of the rules if I'm not to step on toes. Can we get up now and get something to eat? I'm starving. All that sex last evening has given me an appetite. You must be hungry, too."

"Miss, you must not treat me as an equal. I am bonded to this household and to everyone who is not indentured. Please treat me as such, or I will be shamed."

"More rules. Okay. Let's eat now."

"I must drink first, Miss. Please let me, and then I can eat."

"I'd let you if I knew what the hell you're talking about, girl."

"Your bladder, Miss. I must empty your bladder. It is my duty. I explained that before. I slept with you all night. I have to. Please."

"Oh cripes, I don't believe this. Is that an absolute rule, child? Is Steev peeing in his consorts' mouths in the mornings?"

"They would ask him, but since he is male, he can make that decision. You are female and don't have that option. Please Miss, I am very thirsty."

Cherl shrugs and spreads her legs. The girl opens her mouth wide and presses it against Cherl's pubes again. Cherl tries to pee but is inhibited. Finally, she manages a little squirt and the girl looks up and says, 'umm huhm'. Cherl tries again and her bladder begins to empty. She can feel the girl drinking and swallowing until Cherl is empty. The girl thanks her and asks if there is more. Cherl says no, but thinks she had better learn the rest of the rules or there might be problems in the future. The girl licks Cherl dry.

"Do you do this every morning, child?"

"O yes, Miss. But if you would like me to drink you after sex or any other time, for that matter, I would be more than pleased to do so. If you use the lavatory, I will come and dry you. The drying paper is harsh. My tongue will feel much more comfortable when I lick you dry. Please ask me, I will enjoy it so much.

Maybe this won't be a bad experience after all. She found that peeing in the girl's mouth to be sexually stimulating.

They get up, don their chitons, and go to the dining area. Cherl sits at the table while the girl kneels beside her. As she starts to eat, she realizes the girl must be hungry, too. She surreptitiously, reaches down and feeds the girl. After eating, the girl asks Cherl for a cup of brown liquid from a decanter on the table. She drinks the liquid and licks the cup of any residue. Cherl is amazed at the length of the girl's tongue and how far she can reach into the cup. The young woman pushes aside Cherl's chiton and kisses her thigh. She is beaming from ear to ear. She is very happy. 

Cherl realizes that she has let this child lick her to numerous orgasms and has emptied her bladder into her mouth, and she doesn't even know the girl's name. She asked.

"My name is Milla, Miss. Thank you for last evening and this morning. I must go to my sisters now. They may need to use me." She straightens her chiton and runs off. Cherl watches Milla's buttocks swish back and forth under the thin chiton. She is wet again.

Claude's trade school is thriving. Craftsmen and local merchants are learning how to manufacture a dozen or more items that they will introduce into their local and foreign trade. They, too, are envisioning gold lining their pockets. They mentally bless the newcomers who have brought the miraculous items and the knowledge of how to reproduce them. They no longer resent them and wonder how they can show their gratitude. Steev wonders how far he can go in introducing new technology into this society. He is concerned about upsetting the status quo.

Cherl is also concerned but about the rules, sexual and otherwise, that govern the serving girls in this society. She asks Zhanet to gather the women together, so she can get a handle on the do's and don'ts they operate under. Soon, there is a group of giggling young women in the salon waiting for Cherl to ask them questions. They think it funny that she doesn't know their duties.

"Well, firstly, will someone tell me about the Academy and what you learn and do there?"

Zhanet stands up and explains, "We are all children of battle veterans who have been killed or badly wounded and some children of single women who can't support a family. We are adopted into the Academy as a higher caste than the average citizen. We are taught arts and sciences, the art of conversation, gracious manners, music and instruments, housekeeping arts, and other arts that make us highly useful, ornamental, and sexually desirable to the wealthy who will one day purchase us. 

"Our purchase price is based on our looks and abilities, and the monies we bring in goes to further the Academy's existence. After graduating from the first phase of academia at eighteen, we are introduced into the arts of pleasing men and women sexually, the Pleasure Time. We spend a year learning these new skills and, at age nineteen, are sold to those who can afford us. 

"We are very fortunate that we have been so selected, instead of living a life of poverty, slavery, or even worse. We have learned several trades, so that in case we are released from indenture or our owner becomes deceased, we can support ourselves. However, usually women who find themselves ownerless go back to the academy to teach both fundamentals and the art of pleasure. It is a wonderful life compared to that of other citizens."

"You mentioned slavery. Aren't you in that category since someone owns you?"

"Oh no, slaves are forced to do menial labor, used in terrible ways, beaten for even minor offences, used in the Arena, and lead a very difficult life. We are not usually beaten and live a similar, but somewhat lesser existence, to our owners'. We are extremely grateful for who we are and how we live. We try very hard to live up to what is expected of us, but it is not that difficult, as we love and enjoy what we do."

"Are boys given the same education and training as girl's?"

"No. They are trained to be soldiers in the officer corps. At eighteen, they have no specific sexual training although they have classes in how to best utilize women. They are able to watch the girls go through their sexual training so as to know what they can expect of us. At eighteen, boys have access to all female captives taken in war. They can use them as they wish. It is a splendid program and reduces tension among the young men. They become fine officers." 

"What if the female captives don't cooperate? After all, they probably don't want to be here."

"They have no choice. They can be beaten into submission and learn to obey every command. They must learn their place. They are captives and must remember that at all times; otherwise, there would be chaos among them."

"Do they ever rebel against their treatment?"

"Sometimes, but they are warned about what to expect if they disobey or attempt to escape. If they struggle against being used sexually, they are strapped down until they are unable to resist. They are severely punished for other disobediences, and if they continue to fight, they are sent to the Arena to be used until they expire. It is necessary to keep them in line. I would not want to be a war captive, and I can understand how they feel, but what else can be done?"

"Zhanet, how did you become aware of how the female captives are treated? Or should I say mistreated?"

"They are retrained at the academy but at an annex that is open to everyone's view. We can see what happens there. It is another way we can be thankful to be servers and not slaves. 

"Actually, our own pleasure training facility is open to public view. Any citizen may come and watch as we are trained and exercised. At eighteen, when we graduate into the Pleasure Time, our clothing is taken from us, and we are nude until we are purchased at nineteen. At first, it is embarrassing to be seen naked by anyone and everyone, but after awhile, it seems natural and, because we are proud of our bodies, we learn to enjoy it. I dearly love removing my chiton and letting others see my body. You will not find any woman here who doesn't find it delicious. We will undress at any opportunity. We become sexually aroused when we are nude; it is extremely stimulating to be viewed naked by another woman - or a man." Cherl thinks of exhibitionists on her own world. But then, what's wrong with nudity especially if you have a good body? In fact, she likes to be naked.

"Okay, Zhanet, I understand the concept of the, how did you refer to it, the 'pleasure time'. I would like to know some details. I realize you can't boil down a year's training into a few sentences, but if the young women would advise me as we go along, I'd appreciate it. I imagine that the average citizen here knows what to expect of the girls."

"Oh yes, Cherl. Do you mind me calling you by name? As you know, the other girls are not allowed and will be beaten if they do. None of us have ever been beaten, and we certainly wouldn't want to start now. Don't be annoyed by this, please."

Zhanet, I'd be honored to have you use my name. I feel so close to you." 

"Girls, did you understand what Cherl wants you to do? Don't think she knows your rules just because you know them. Advise her as soon as you see that she is perplexed. That will forestall any confusion. For every time you so advise her of something she didn't know, I will give you a treat. I will permit you to lick my vagina." 

The girls beam. They have found the twenty eight year old Zhanet's genitals to be delectable and would like to taste them more often. Cherl finds it interesting that just one year of training could instill this behavior in these women. They find that feeding on a woman's vagina a very positive aspect. 

She is learning to love this world. It is a lesbian's paradise.

Steev is again going through the replicator's catalog system. He would like to find some way of supplanting the horse and cart system with some faster means of transportation without causing a rebellion or a witch hunt. He finds a child's toy, a type of pedal car, that he believes that with some modification he can make an adult size mobile out of it. The replicator spews out a parts kit and a gear system that he thinks he will be able to reassemble into the vehicle he wants to build. He hunts for other items and makes a shopping list of things he wants to attempt. Trying to establish new technologies into this world should keep him busy and amused for some time to come. Hopefully, Claude will agree and not turn against modernization. 

That evening, Steev speaks with Sera and Keri and tells them he is ready to take their virginity. They smother him with kisses and want to go to bed immediately. He tries to convince them to wait until bedtime, but they are so restless and anxious that he finally concedes and they drop their chitons and race to the bed and wait for him to disrobe.

Keri immediately takes his penis into her mouth and creates such vacuum that he is fully erect within seconds. 

Steev is beginning to love this world. It is a man's fantasy paradise. 

After considerable foreplay, the girls are oozing their juices and the bed is becoming very wet. "Me first, please, Sir. Take me first," pleads Sera. Keri claims that since she sucked him to erection, she should be the first to be deflowered. Steev doesn't want to hurt either of their feelings, so he tells them to think up a way for him to make a decision. Sera is the first to offer a suggestion: she and her twin sister will lie side by side in a 69 position and perform cunnilingus on the other. The first to produce an orgasm and ejaculation in the other will receive Steev's attention.




The Year is 2132 Ch. 02



Steev KNOWS he will love this world. It is definitely a man's world.

The girl's lie on their sides with their faces between the other's thighs and wait for Steev's signal to begin. When he says 'now', their mouth and tongue action is frantic. Steve cannot keep up with their movements, so he just sits back and waits. Within a matter of minutes, Sera squeals and rolls away from her sister. Her ejaculation arches high in the air and falls back onto the bed. It is now soaked with their juices. 

Sera has lost her own game, however she is so overcome with sexual satiation that she doesn't comment when Keri attacks Steev. She pushes him onto his back and straddles his loins. She rises up, inserts Steev's very hard penis into her very wet vagina and sits down on it. Steev feels her hymen rupture and the girl begins to move rapidly up and down on his member. She has been close to orgasm from her sister's frenetic tongue and almost immediately explodes. Her ejaculation also arches up and goes over Steev's chest, face, and hair. The bed is soaked again. Keri is spent, but she continues a slow 'pole' dance up and down, as she struggles to contain the physical pleasure and emotions that threaten to overwhelm her senses. She looks down at Steev's wet face and declares, "I'm a woman, now." Steev makes a mental note not to call her 'child' any more. 

"Steev has not ejaculated and his penis is still erect, but Sera is still coiled in a fetal position. While Keri lies back on the wet bed and luxuriates in her newly established womanhood, Steev strokes Sera's hair and asks her to tell him when she's ready. She says she IS ready, but she can't seem to uncoil from the position her sister's tongue has induced and left her. 

She finally unwinds and shakily straddles Steev as Keri had done. When she sits down on Steev's penis and her hymen tears, she goes into multiple orgasms until she pleads with Steev to make them stop. She passes out and falls forward onto Steev's chest. He can feel her vagina squeezing his penis convulsively as she continues orgasming although she is unconscious. Steev holds her and rolls over until they are on their sides. Gently, he withdraws from her still grasping genitals. He lays her back on the bed and kisses her tear-streaked face. He tells her, "You really are a woman." She is still in a faint and only hears his murmur, not his words. She breathes deeply and falls into a deep sleep.

Keri goes to her sister, lies on top of her, and she, too, goes to sleep. Steev moves to a drier area of the bed; and he falls asleep. He hasn't ejaculated, but he is sated. As he falls asleep, his chest aches with love for these two girls, er, women.

Steve wakes the next morning to Keri's tongue licking her and her sister's blood from his penis and loins. When he's clean, she moves to her sister and gently licks away the blood from her pubes. She probes into Sera's vagina and loosens any blood, dried or wet, and sucks it out. She looks at her own bloody loins and wonders how she can get them clean. She would like to be able to lick herself, but she laughs and waits until Sera wakes. Sera is groggy, but dutifully cleans the blood from Keri's genitals, inside and out. The two women lie back on the still wet bet and hold each other, still basking in a post-coital glow. They look at Steev and smile wanly. Sera would like to ask him if he has to pee, but she doesn't have the strength. They go back to sleep again.

Steev absolutely loves this world. It IS a fantasy life come true.

It takes Steev four days to assemble the vehicle he wants and another day to tweak it and try it out. It is in the form of a cage like a dune buggy, but it doesn't have an engine. Instead, the pedals are connected to a gear system that turns the wheels. It won't go much faster than a horse can walk, but he believes he's made a break through. If he can gear it to go just a little faster, he thinks it will replace the horse for transportation. At least, a citizen won't have to maintain a stable to feed and shelter a horse. There will be no need for a vet, a saddle, a groom, etc. He is very anxious to show it off to Claude.

He also wants Cherl, his consorts, and the rest of the household to see what he has accomplished. He is like a little boy with a brand new bicycle. Actually, the buggy is like side-by-side tandem bicycles in some respects. Maybe he should have built a bicycle instead of this contraption. Well, it's too late. He drives the buggy from the warehouse, where he built it, to the front door of Claude's house. He knocks on the door and Claude's manservant, Paul, opens it, and Steev shows him the buggy. Paul is intrigued but wonders what it is and what it's for. He invites Paul to sit in the buggy and explains what to do with the pedals. After a few shaky starts, they are able to race the buggy around the area in front of the house. They go faster and faster until they are both laughing hysterically. 

They hear Claude yelling at them to stop, so he can look over the contraption. When they finally pull up to Claude and stop, Paul is embarrassed at his display and hurriedly enters the house.

"What in Zeus' name is this and where did you get it?" Claude demands.

When Steev can stop laughing, he explains how he made it, and why it may replace the horse. "Get in, Claude, we'll take it for a spin around the block." They start out slowly, but Claude gets the hang of it and off they go. Claude is seeing gold again. 

"Well, Steev, it may sell, but I think only nobles will buy it. I can't see a broad market."

"Let's wait and see. In the meantime, we can use this prototype to get to and from the warehouse and my trade goods pick up point. I'm going to call that spot the "Park Plaza" from now on. Wait 'til you see what else I have for our venture. I'll bring it back tomorrow."

"Steev, why are there four seats with pedals? Will all who ride in this have to pedal to make it go? No one has to work in a wagon drawn by horses. The chariot I ordered for Zhanet requires six horses but no one will have to put out any effort. I think this is only good for a novelty. As I said, only nobles will buy it. It's like a big toy."

"It's a matter of weight. The more weight, the more effort it takes to make it go. And, yes, now it is a toy, but I plan to work on it until it's more than that."

One of Milla's sister musicians approaches Cherl and asks her if she might make a request. Cherl says she may and the girl hems and haws. Cherl tells her to speak up; that she won't bite her head off. 

"Well, Zhanet says she will let us lick her if we give you information about the academy when you don't understand something. I was wondering if there is something specific that you might want to know. I've only tasted Zhanet once, and I'd like to do it again. Um, um, I'd like to taste you, too. I want to know what foreign people taste like. Oooh, have I gone too far? Are you angry?"

Cherl is speechless. These girls are from outer space. No, she is from outer space. The girls here have just been trained and brainwashed to want to eat pussy. They have been exposed to this idea steadily for a year and believe it is natural and normal. She believes strongly in Steev's theory that they have been brought to a place that mirrors their needs and desires. 

This place IS a lesbian's fantasy come true. She can't stop thinking that. It was made for her in particular.

"No, honey. I'm not angry and you haven't gone too far. Just make an appointment with my social secretary to pencil you in. She can set a date for you to eat me out, and I'll have my people contact your people."

"I'm sorry, Miss. I don't understand what you mean."

"Oh, sweet, I'm sorry. I was joking out loud. Would you like to share my bed tonight?"

"I'm ashamed, Miss. I have been too forward. Forgive me. I deserve your sarcasm."

"No, no. I was serious. Please come to my quarters this evening, and we can play some music together."

"Do I understand that you would like me to bring a musical instrument with me?"

"Oh, no. Just bring your beautiful body. That's the instrument I want to play with and play on."

"Thank you, Miss. You won't be sorry. I received praise for my ability to please and I am tireless. How soon may I come to you? I'm anxious to be with you. When?"

"You are a brash, little minx. Let's say at sundown. Will that suit you?"

"At sundown, yes. I shall be thinking up ways to please you. Until then, I had best go and see if I can be of use to my sisters." She strides off and Cherl watches her bottom as she goes. It looks like "two wildcats fighting in a pillowcase". Now, Cherl can't wait.

Steev is lying on his back while Sera is straddling his loins with his penis in her vagina. She is slowly moving up and down teasing him. Her vaginal muscles are squeezing him rhythmically and his heart is beating very fast. He would like to have sex with Keri, too, but he doesn't think he can hold out much longer. Sera must sense this because she slides up and off him and motions for Keri to take her place.

Keri impales herself on his shaft; she doesn't move, but she grips his penis and, like Sera, she begins a rhythmic, pulsing action. Steev is about to come when suddenly it is Keri who orgasms; her orgasm triggers his and he ejaculates inside her. She continues milking him until he is empty physically and emotionally. He feels like he has been fired off like a rocket. When he falls back to earth, Keri is licking him clean and Sera is licking Keri clean. He is exhausted. They have been playing this game for almost two hours and all Steev wants to do now is ease off into sleep. The two young women sandwich him, rubbing their nubile young bodies against him. He pleads for mercy; they giggle and all three fall asleep. 

The young musician, Delia, is waiting at the door of Cherl's quarters when she arrives shortly before sundown. Cherl thinks that if the girl is that anxious to be in her bed, that this will be a fun time. They enter and Delia's chiton slides to the floor. She turns slowly so that Cherl can see her entire body; then she kneels in front of the older woman and presses her face into Cherl's crotch. She breathes in deeply, savoring Cherl's scent, and then lifts the hem of Cherl's chiton up and presses her face into Cherl's bare pubes. Again, she breathes in deeply, but doesn't stop at once. She rubs her face into Cherl's genitals and continues the deep breath intakes that draws the woman's aroma into her nostrils. Finally, Cherl reaches down and lifts the girl to her feet. She takes Delia by the hand and leads her to the bed.

Cherl runs her hands over Delia's flesh reveling in the delicious texture: foam rubber soft and satin smooth. She squeezes the girl's breasts as if checking for resiliency. Cherl lowers her head and gently bites a pink nipple; she has a strong urge to bite much harder but resists the urge and sucks in more of the pneumatic flesh and then bites down hard. Delia puts her arms around Cherl's neck and pulls her closer trying to get more of her breast into Cherl's mouth. Cherl feels her blood pressure soar; stops biting the delicious flesh; and allows it to slip from her mouth creating a slurping sound. Delia moans and pulls Cherl's face back against her breasts again. Cherl can smell Delia's arousal and slips her hand between the girl's legs. She finds that Delia has orgasmed and ejaculated already.

She thinks that if biting the girl's tit hard can make her come, what will happen when they really start to fuck? She intends to find out. Delia is limp and Cherl becomes alarmed until the girl shakes her head and clears away the sexual cobwebs. Delia lets go of Cherl's neck and looks in her eyes. "Please," she pleads, "please may I taste you now?" Unable to do more than nod, Cherl falls back on the bed and spreads her legs to give Delia as much access to her pussy as she can. 

Cherl's juices are flowing steadily now and Delia must suck her until she can insert her tongue without pumping out those juices onto the dry bed. Delia probes deeply into the woman's vagina and licks out the thicker, syrupy secretions that she has been seeking. 

After eating her fill, she sets up a push-pull piston like movement with her long tongue, as she has been trained to do during the Pleasure Time to mimic a man's penis during intercourse. On the outstroke, she is careful to drag her tongue along the ribbed area at the roof of Cherl's vagina. 

When her G-Spot is stimulated in this way, it will cause Cherl to ejaculate a clear fluid from her urethra and this is what Delia is attempting to effect. When she feels Cherl's muscles squeeze and tense, she knows the woman is ready to ejaculate. Cherl's vaginal muscles have gripped Delia's tongue so tightly that she can't continue the in-out movement. She withdraws her tongue, covers Cherl's vaginal opening with her mouth, and licks up through Cherl's labia and over her clitoris. Cherl explodes and ejaculates straight into Delia's mouth. Delia's tongue is pressing against Cherl's clitoris and the powerful stream is deflected from hitting the back of the girl's throat and gagging her. She swallows the fluid and returns her tongue deeply inside Cherl's canal. She keeps the tongue pressure constant until Cherl completes a long drawn out orgasm and her throbbing subsides. 

When Delia finally takes her tongue out of Cherl's vagina, the woman shudders and then lies still. She has never experienced an orgasm like this before and is in a state of shock. She had planned to eat Delia's pussy until the girl was sated, but she has no strength left and just lies there trying to recuperate. 

Delia asks her if she is finished coming and Cherl manages to whisper, "Yes, I am finished." Not exactly what Delia meant when she asked the question. She crawls up beside Cherl and kisses her cheek. She asks Cherl if she found her adequate and Cherl can only chuckle. The last thing Cherl thinks before drifting into a deep sleep is, "A lesbian's Utopia."

Cherl wakens in the morning to Delia sliding between her legs. She spreads her legs and Delia pulls Cherl's labia exposing her urethral opening. She presses her mouth against the woman's vagina. Cherl doesn't think twice. She relaxes her muscles and lets her urine pour into Delia's mouth. When Delia rises and leaves, Cherl tries to go back to sleep, but her mind is racing and she revisits the crashing orgasm she had the night before. Eventually, she pushes it from her mind, rises, dresses, and goes looking for Steev. She wishes she could convey to him what she had experienced under Delia's ministrations, but words would be inadequate. 

She realizes that she hadn't asked Delia a question about her training during the Pleasure Time, and Delia won't get to lick Zhanet's pussy. She wonders if Delia would consider 'tasting' Cherl a good substitute for Zhanet's promise of a 'treat'.

"Yes, I know you want to go to the city, Cherl, and you, Steev; however, I'm not sure you're ready. I've been putting it off until there's no way to discourage you. You've only seen this estate and have been exposed only to the people here. This is an oasis in an extremely hostile atmosphere. This world is brutal. You will be shocked at what you'll find elsewhere. Please reconsider and remain ignorant of the cruelty you will definitely find if you venture outward."

"I have not the faintest idea of what you mean, Claude; however, Cherl is anxious to get a woman to serve her, and I want to see what this place could use or be replaced with. If I knew, I could design a lot more merchandise for us to sell. You are used to the materiel that is available and probably can't envision the possibilities that I can. Forgive me, I don't mean to belittle your business abilities, but as an engineer, I can foresee what you can't. I have knowledge of technology that no one else in this country has.

What of the Academy, Claude? That sounds like a very civilized place. The city can't be all bad. Agree to this: take us into the city for one day. Let Cherl buy a woman. Let me check out the technology and materials that do exist. If the city is offensive, as you say it is, we won't go back."

"Well, if I can't change your mind, I suppose it'll have to be. I know you feel penned in here and are restless. You must want to broaden your scope, and I shouldn't try to hold you back." 

Claude thought for a moment. "All right, one day. But don't blame me if you are offended by what you find. I will have my male servants go with us to see that nothing untoward happens to Cherl and you. We will go once, but I won't be responsible for another time."

The next morning, Claude, Steev, Cherl, and four male servants travel by horse and wagon to the city six miles away. The first thing that Steev sees is a broad complex of buildings and enclosed areas over many acres. At first, he thinks that is the city, but Claude explains that it is the Academy, the server mart, the slave mart, a small arena, and a large number of quarters. The city lies a mile further on. 

As they approach the gates to the complex, they are stopped by Roman soldiers and asked for identification. Claude shows them his signet ring and they salute him and allow him to enter. When the wagon drives up to the portals of the Academy and Claude enters. When he returns, he tells them that the main gates will open in ten minutes and the server and slave marts will also open at that time. They can't make a purchase until then.

As they wait, a dozen Roman citizens begin to file in. Claude recognizes several of them and speaks to them. They are here to buy servers and slaves, too. 

Cherl notices three nude women standing near the gate; they appear to be ill. A fourth, a younger woman seemed to be holding up one of the others. When she asked Claude about them, he said they were either criminals or debtors being executed. Cherl is curious and walks over to them. She is shocked. They are standing above stakes about two inches in diameter that have been inserted into their vaginas. 

When she tries to get closer, a Centurion steps in front of her and asks why she's approaching the prisoners. Claude appears and tells the officer that she is his guest and shows his signet ring. The Centurion salutes him and steps back. 

As Cherl nears, the younger woman who is clothed turns, and in a choked up voice, she pleads, "Please, Sir, Ma'am, help me. This is my mother and without help she'll die horribly."

Claude asks the Centurion why the woman has been condemned to die. He is told that the woman was begging and offering herself for sale. Her husband had been a Roman soldier killed in battle; she is his wife and has been left without income because the soldier wasn't invested; he had been in service only five years. The widow and daughter were evicted from their home for debt. She has not been condemned to death but sentenced to thirty-six hours on the stake. When Claude asks him if anyone has survived a thirty-six hour sentence, the Centurion says no; they usually pass out or their legs cramp from standing for many hours and they slide down on the stake and perish. The younger woman pleads for them to save her mother.

They are joined by Steev who has been listening to the discussion. He asks if there is any way for the woman to be freed. The officer tells him that the only ways would be for someone to take her place or pay her debts. The young woman begs them to do whatever they can. She tells them that she and her mother are destitute and cannot raise the money they owe for food and lodging.

Cherl has been eyeing the young woman and whispers to Steev that she wants this girl. Steev reminds her that they haven't even been in the server mart to see the women who are for sale. He suggests that she wait and see who else is available. He reminds her that the Academy women are educated and trained to be good sex partners. Cherl is stubborn and she wants this girl. She has made up her mind. When they ask the Centurion if the girl is a server or a slave, he says no; that she is a free citizen. Steev thinks that will stop Cherl but she is all the more determined to own the girl. 




The Year is 2132 Ch. 02



"Steev, do I have any money from the goods we sold?" He nods and Cherl goes to the girl and tells her that if she will give herself up as a slave for her, Cherl will pay her mother's debts and free her from the stake. The girl is taken aback and whispers to her mother. Her mother says no; that she would rather die than see her daughter enslaved. The girl reminds her mother that she herself has no money and may have to prostitute herself in order to survive. If caught selling her body, she could end up on the stake, too. After much argument and weeping, the girl tells Cherl she will give herself as Cherl's slave if Cherl saves her mother. 

Cherl asks Claude to arrange the woman's release and have the girl made her legal slave. He tells her that they have to go to the city magistrate and have him cede the girl to Cherl. The girl introduces herself as Sylvi and her mother, as Cordele. Sylvi tells Claude that it isn't necessary to go to the magistrate as she is a graduate of the Academy and can be transferred to Cherl by the Academy proctor. 

When Claude asks her why she isn't being sold as a Pleasure Time server, she tells him she was enrolled for only five years coinciding with her father's military enlistment and wasn't eligible for the Pleasure Time.

She explains that she went to the Pleasure Time pavilion almost every day for a year to watch the girls perform their sexual training and speak to the girls she knew. She says she knows what is expected of her. While she didn't actually have the practice that the other girls had, she says she is capable of carrying out those duties. 

"Please, accept me and have the proctor cede me over to you right away. My mother can't tolerate much more. I've tried holding her up, but as soon as I stop, she'll die. Please take me now. Please."

Claude enters the Academy and speaks with the proctor. The necessary papers are drawn up and the proctor requests that Sylvi be brought in to sign hers. Steev offers to hold her mother while Sylvi is in the Academy. After an eternity, forty-five minutes, Sylvi rushes out of the Academy and hands a document to the Centurion. Cordele's sentence has been commuted. The officer and Steev lift her off the stake and carry her inside the pavilion. The proctor has her sign a document and he hands a sheaf of papers to Claude.

Steev has been talking to the Centurion who tells him that he also is a graduate of the Academy and had gone into military service when graduated. His service contract was for ten years; however, he had been demoted and sent to do this prisoner detail for failing to obey a superior office. His regiment had captured a small enemy town and was taking the younger men and women prisoner. When he was told to have his men kill the enemy wounded and the elderly "who wouldn't have survived anyway, without help", he refused to have them killed out of hand. He was soon to be cashiered from the military for his disobedience. His last military days were to be spent here watching people die. Steev asks him what he intends to do when he leaves the service. The officer shrugs his shoulders. 

"Come see me at Claude's estate when your enlistment ends. I could find a place for a man with your background." They clasp wrists, and Steev rejoins Claude and the women. Claude's men are carrying Cordele to the wagon. She has been given food and wine and has slightly improved from her ordeal. 

Claude tells Steev that since they paid Cordele's debts, she has been indentured to them. Sylvi and her mother thank the Centurion for his sympathy and for giving them his water canteen. 

As the wagon cannot carry nine people, Claude, Steev, and two of Claude's men decide to walk along side for the travel home. Steev's visit to the city has been postponed. As they start off, they observe that the other two women who were impaled have fallen to their deaths. There is a puddle of blood on the ground beneath them. Sylvi says, "I hope they deserved their fate. I'm sorry I couldn't have helped them, too." She breaks into tears and hides her face in her mother's lap.

Cherl reaches over and strokes Sylvi's hair. She is emotionally exhausted and the day isn't over. When they reach the estate, Sylvi and Cordele are bathed and scented by the musicians. Cordele is given a bed and is immediately asleep. 

Someone knocks on Cherl's door and she says, "Enter." It is Sylvi who enters, drops her chiton, turns slowly around for Cherl's examination, and kneels waiting for Cherl's instructions. It is her first evening as a slave girl, and she is trembling with trepidation.

She hadn't lied to Cherl about watching what the girls did during Pleasure Time, but she didn't tell her the whole truth. Sylvi is strongly heterosexual and had grown up expecting to marry a man and have a family. Sylvi paid little or no attention to the girls when they learned and practiced how to service women; however, she watched them closely when the girls went through body movements that would please men. 

She has no idea of what is expected of her. Not only does she not know how to sexually please another woman, she is revolted by the very thought. She doesn't know if she can carry off the fraud. Sylvi dreads that when Cherl, now her owner and mistress, discovers her deception, she will send her -- and her mother back to the stake.

Cherl crooks her index finger and beckons Sylvi to come to her.



The Year is 2132 Ch. 03



Capitulus III (Chapter 03)

"Come here, Sylvi. I won't hurt you," coaxes Cherl.

The girl moves slowly toward the bed. She is desperately trying to remember what the Academy girls did to please women. At nineteen, she has had little experience with sex, even with boys. She has kissed a boy and allowed him to feel her breasts, but she has always been terrified of becoming pregnant and suffering the consequences of bearing a child out of wedlock. In Rome, that can become a criminal offense if the mother is incapable of supporting and raising the child - without a father.

Cherl pats the edge of the bed and tells Sylvi to sit down. When Sylvi sits, Cherl caresses her hair; the girl is so scared that tears well up in her eyes and her breath comes in short little gasps. She is about to cry. Cherl puts her arms around her, holds her for a few minutes and pulls the girl down beside her in bed. The girl's body is slim, her waist narrow, her small breasts are firm and, although not erect, her nipples are large and point slightly upward. Her ample bottom is round and firm. Cherl has to stifle the urge to squeeze Sylvi's nether cheeks hard and even bite them. She tells herself that she must wait until the girl is ready for sexual activity. Cherl can tell that Sylvi is thoroughly frightened of her situation, and she doesn't want to make Sylvi's first experience with her a disaster. Sylvi clings to her like a child to its mother and Cherl is moved. Waiting will make having sex with Sylvi even more enjoyable. They lie entwined until they fall asleep. It has been an exhausting day for both of them.

A light rapping on the door brings Cherl to a groggy awakening. She is spooning Sylvi and gently pushes her loins against the girl's plush bottom. Sylvi wakes and pushes her rear against Cherl. In her sleepy state, she has forgotten that it is a female behind her. For a moment, it doesn't seem to matter and she pushes and wiggles her buttocks enjoying the fleshy contact. Cherl kisses the nape of Sylvi's neck and breathes in the sweet scent of the woman/child. The rapping becomes more insistent and Cherl mutters, "C'min."

The door opens slightly and Milla's face wearing a mischievous grin appears. "Are you having sex? Is it okay if we all come in?" 

"All? Who 'all' is out there?" The door opens all the way and six giggling young ladies come pouring through the door and pounce on the bed. Cherl and Sylvi are overwhelmed by the incursion, but manage to sit up in bed, and with sleep filled eyes, look over this assaulting menagerie. It is the four musicians and Steev's consorts. Delia kisses Cherl's bare breasts and asks Sylvi if she enjoyed last night. She doesn't touch Sylvi as she is Cherl's possession and Delia would need the woman's permission to do so, but she doesn't carry that need in her questions. She is excited to know how Sylvi performed.

"Miss, did Sylvi use her tongue well? Did she bring you to many orgasms? Was her mouth as good as it looks? Has she drunk from you yet this morning? Was she able to empty you completely? Please tell us. We are dying to know how she performed her duties. Last evening, after bathing her, we told her how to enter your room, drop her chiton, and kneel awaiting your requests, but we didn't have time to instruct her how to behave in bed. Was she good? Oh please tell us."

Cherl is almost overcome at the naiveté of these young women. "Yes, she was very good and pleased me very much. However, do not ask such personal questions. We have right to some privacy."

Dani says, "Oh Miss, it's just that we know Sylvi from the Academy and love her. We were all in Music Time with her. Milla and Fresci were with her in Work Time, too. We were saddened when she wasn't permitted to take part in Pleasure Time. She is so gorgeous that we would like to have had sexual activity with her. She would come to watch us practice, and we would do our best to get her to notice us. We would pretend that we were licking her when we licked each other. Fresci had such a strong crush on Sylvi that she would dream of her and call her name in her sleep."

Fresci pipes up, "I did not. You're making that up." The girls laugh at Fresci's embarrassment. Fresci blushes down to her breasts, but asks, "Will we be permitted to have sex with Sylvi?"

"I'll think about it, but until I've had my fill, it will be confined to you girls licking her. Don't ask her to lick you until I tell you she can. In any case, wait until she feels more at home here. I'll tell you when." The girls are thrilled. This is more than they had expected. "Now, why did you all come piling into my room so early? Was it just to hear the latest sexual gossip?"

There is a wail of consternation. "Oh Miss, we forgot. We were sent to tell you that Claude, Zhanet, and Steev are waiting for you to have the morning meal. Oh, we should be beaten for such bad behavior." The girls have never been punished for such minor infractions and don't think their request for punishment will be taken seriously. As a group, they jump off the bed, pull on their chitons, and race out the door. Cherl watches their chiton-clothed bottoms wiggle and squirm as they dress and then leave the room. She is wet again.

She bends and kisses Sylvie's bare belly and tells her to get dressed. She pulls on her own chiton and takes Sylvie's hand. She takes the girl to the dining area where they are greeted by their host and hostess. Steev grumbles something about having to wait to eat. 

As Cherl's slave girl, Sylvie is expected to kneel beside her and wait until Cherl is finished eating before she eats. In some households, the slave girl gets to eat only what her mistress or master leaves on her or his plate. In this household, that is not a practice; however, Cherl feeds the young woman by hand as she eats. She thinks she is doing this surreptitiously, but the others smile at this minor deception. Sylvi is more relaxed. Cherl hadn't expected sex from her last night and sleeping against the naked woman was actually very enjoyable. The food Sylvi is given is more delicious than any she has ever tasted before, even at the Academy. The food there was nutritious but plain. 

She is concerned about her mother and wonders if she is being fed well. They had had very little food since her father had been killed in battle and his stipend to them had discontinued. They had been constantly hungry since then. Although anxious to know about her mother, she will be patient and ask only at the proper time. 

She has given herself to Cherl, and, in good faith, intends to honor that commitment to the best of her ability. She knows that she is not her own person any longer. She grieves that she will never have sex with a man and will never be a wife and mother. She will have to live in the present, at Cherl's behest, and try not to think of what might have been. It will be a difficult task. 

Cherl sends Sylvi off to spend time with the other girls. She warns her not to let them get her into bed. She knows that they will try in spite of Cherl's admonition. She tells Sylvi that she will look out for her mother and let Sylvi know her mother's whereabouts and her condition. Cherl is concerned that Cordele's trauma of yesterday, standing for hours with a stake in her vagina, may have unhinged the woman. She goes looking for Claude's personal physician who may be aware by now of Cordele's mental state.

Once she finds him, she asks, "Doctor, what is Cordele's prognosis? Will there be any lasting effects from her ordeal?"

The doctor tells her the time worn message that all doctors on all worlds, in all dimensions, at all times give to anyone who asks, "Time will tell, my dear. Time will tell. She has suffered no physical damage except for a bit of bruising from the pole being inside her for many hours, but she was dehydrated and malnourished. I have seen to it that she gets the proper food, drink, and rest. She should be all right in a few days. If you could spend a little time with her, so she doesn't feel all alone, it would help. She knows her daughter, Sylvie, is fine and she is relieved to hear that. Maybe Sylvie could visit her after you do." He tells Cherl where Cordele is. 

Cherl is stunned when she enters Cordele's room. She hadn't really taken notice of the woman yesterday. She was too engrossed in her gorgeous daughter. Cordele had been dirty, bedraggled, and worn. Now, she has been bathed, fed, dressed and there is color back in her face. She is more mature than her daughter, but she is just as beautiful. Cherl is smitten as she was with Sylvie. "Hello, Cordele. I'm Cherl. How are you feeling?"

"I feel much better, thank you. I remember you from yesterday. You're the lady that bought Sylvi and me and saved my life. I am very grateful to you. How do I refer to you?" 

"I didn't buy you, Cordele. I paid your debts. You are indentured."

Cordele smiles and says, "It's the same thing, Ma'am. I'll never be able to repay you that sum. I have resigned myself to be your slave. I regret that my daughter is now a slave also, but I doubt that you would have wanted just me when you could have that lovely child. I ache that she will never know a man as I did her father, but if she must be a slave, I'm glad it is to someone as compassionate as you." Cordele bows her head. Cherl doesn't know if the bow was to her or because Cordele is feeling heartsick.

"Cordele, you are welcome to join the rest of the household. You needn't stay cooped up in this room. We here are all your friends. You won't find nicer people."

"I appreciate that, but what will my duties be? I am willing to work hard. This is really much better than trying to survive on the streets, and I will not give you any trouble. Where is Sylvi and will I get to see her?"

"Sylvi is with a group of girls whom she knew at the Academy. I believe they are enjoying being together. She is fine."

"Thank you. I am so relieved. We've had such a hard time since my husband was killed. It IS a relief to know we will be fed and housed. I assume you bought Sylvi for sexual purposes. That is usually the reason for buying young girls. Is she distraught over that? Will she be -- be - be subjected to um, um perversions? Please forgive me for being so forward, but I am her mother and very concerned."

"Rest your mind, Cordele. She will have to perform lesbian sexual acts with me and the other women in the household, but she won't be subjected to anything that I would consider abnormal."

"Am I too old for you to have sex with, Ma'am?" 

Cherl is taken aback. "You're not old, and you are beautiful, too. I would very much enjoy having you in my bed. Why are you asking such a question?" 

"I thought that I might take some of the, um, pressure off Sylvi. I am thirty-seven, Ma'am, and know I'm not young and attractive as when I first met my husband, but I would try very hard to please you if you would just explain to me what a woman does for another woman. I am a little naïve at my age."

"No, Cordele. You may not stand in for your daughter. I purchased her because I found her beautiful and I desired her. You may not substitute for her. I'm sorry to be so blunt, but I don't want there to be any misunderstandings. However, I find you very appealing, too, and I would want you to share my bed in your own right, but not for Sylvi. 

"Do you want to meet your host and then seek out Sylvi or would you prefer to be by yourself for a while? I know this is a lot to assimilate, especially after your ordeal."

"Yes, Ma'am. Yesterday, I was positive I was going to die a painful death, but I was more concerned about leaving Sylvi alone than I was for my life. I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it is to know neither is going to happen. I have never had sex with a woman, Ma'am, but I would be pleased to do anything you would like. Not just out of gratitude, either. I find you appealing, also. I am a bit embarrassed saying that; I am heterosexual, but since the opportunity has arisen, I guess I am curious."

"We can enjoy each other doing whatever you are comfortable doing. By the way, as a slave or indentured, you may not call me by my name, but I am thirty-three, younger than you, and you don't have to call me ma'am. You may refer to me as Cherl when you speak to others but not directly to me. The other girls call me Miss. If you like, you may call me that. Wait, that's no good either; it's too stilted. How about Missie? I've known a woman whose nickname was Missie. It's almost a name, but not quite. Yes, Missie will do. Alright?" Cordele nodded yes, and moved to hug Cherl, thought better of it and stepped back. "Well, if we're ever going to be lovers, Cordele, you certainly can hug me -- when we're alone -- like now." They hugged and Cherl kissed Cordele cheek. "Now, let's go find your daughter." Cordele felt as if she were walking on air. Her aches were gone and she thought the future was going to be positive. She still felt bad for Sylvi. Well, no one had promised them orchids or that life would be easy.

Cherl and Cordele enter the dining area where Steev, Claude, and Zhanet are talking. Sylvi, Keri, and Milla are setting the table. Fresci, Delia, and Dani are carrying platters of food from the kitchen. Steev looks up and says, "Who's your beautiful friend, Cherl?

All eyes turn and look; Sylvi gasps, "Momma," and runs to the woman and throws her arms around her. 

Steev and Claude are perplexed. Claude says, "I thought Sylvi's mother was the woman whose debts we paid. If this is Sylvi's mother, who was the woman on the stake?"

Cherl laughs so hard, she snorts, "Claude, this IS the woman who was on the stake. It took a little bathing, food, and clothes to bring out her beauty, but this is Cordele. Cordele, this is your host, Claude, and your hostess, Zhanet."

"Oh Sir, Madame, thank you for everything, you saved my life and my daughter's, too. I'll never be able to repay you." She kneels in front of Claude and bursts into tears. She is very emotional. The realization of how close she and Sylvi came to having their lives end overwhelms her. Claude lifts her to her feet and stutters. He doesn't know how to receive her gratitude. Finally, Zhanet welcomes her to their household and invites her to sit with them at dinner. "No Ma'am, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm your slave, and my daughter is your slave, too. We cannot sit at your table with you." 

Zhanet says, "Cordele, I'm a slave to Claude, also, but I understand. We won't embarrass you by insisting. Sylvi, take your mother to the kitchen and when you're finished eating, take her to her room and stay there with her until Cherl needs you. Now, can the rest of us sit down and eat? All this emotion has made me very hungry."

Steev asks, "If you can sit here with us, Zhanet, why can't Cordele? She is only indentured."

"Oh Steev. You are so blind. First of all, I am the mistress of the house. Even if I am Claude's property, I can sit at meals with you. And yes, Cordele could have shared our meal, but Sylvi couldn't. She is a slave and has no stature here. How would that have made her mother feel if her beautiful daughter had to kneel and wait for us to finish eating when she didn't? Steev, you need some schooling in Roman etiquette." 

Steev shrugs, but he is embarrassed. Not for his lack of knowledge of etiquette, but for not recognizing the facts of the matter -- the obvious. Zhanet shares a look with Cherl and says, "Men!" They laugh and start to eat.

Later that evening, Cherl goes to her room and finds Cordele and Sylvi waiting for her. She invites them in; Sylvi drops her chiton and tells her mother to drop hers. Cordele is confused but does as her daughter suggests. Sylvi explains why she must; Cherl is eying Cordele's body; she has a luscious body. It isn't as tight and firm as Sylvi's, but it is plush, curvy and sexy. Cherl is wet again. She thinks, "Drat, having a wet pussy all the time is not what I would have wanted that damned ExoSphere to endow me with. At times, yes but not every time I see a nice female body." She smiles and asks them to sit. Cordele sits on a chair, but without thinking, Sylvi crawls up on the bed and sits next to Cherl. 

Cordele says, "Sylvi, tell Cherl what you told me." 

Sylvi buries her head against Cherl's shoulder and tells her that she lied to her. "Miss, I did go to the Academy almost every day, and I did watch the girls perform their duties, but I didn't always go when they were practicing sex with each other. I wasn't interested since I thought I was going to marry a man and have sex with him. I watched the boys having sex with the female captives and learned what the boys were interested in. 

"When the Academy girls practiced make believe sex with men, I mimicked their movements, and went home and practiced until I was very good at it. I just didn't watch or practice sex with girls. You must hate me for deceiving you. Please don't send my mother and me back. I'll do anything you want me to do, but I'll have to learn how. Maybe the other girls will show me how. I'll try very hard."

"Honey, you didn't deceive me. When I saw you at the Academy, I wanted you very badly. Your beauty awed me. I sort of figured you said what you did to save your mother. I deceived myself, Sylvi. Anyway, I discussed this with Milla and Delia. They don't remember you being there when they had sex with each other. I knew before you told me, but I'm glad you did. I wouldn't want to believe you would keep secrets from me no matter the cost.

"Now stop crying; I won't send you back. Furthermore, there isn't a lot to learn about lesbian sex. I could tell you in five minutes. It doesn't take a whole year to learn. The reason it takes that long at the Academy is that the girls have to be so used to the idea that they won't be shocked if they are sold to a woman and not a man. They have become inured to the idea that it doesn't matter if they have intercourse with either sex. It's just conditioning, sweet baby. But there's one thing I can't teach you. I can't teach you to want to have sex, with a man - or a woman. Though, I want very much to have sex with you."

Cherl looked over Sylvi's shoulder at Cordele, winked and smiled as if to say, "I want to have sex with you, too. Very much, pretty woman."

"Oh Miss, I'm so grateful. I was terrified that you wouldn't want me, us, any more. I'll stay with you tonight and, if you just tell me, I know I can do it. I love you, Miss."

"You know, Sylvi, I want you to think about this. Tell the other girls what you told me. Get things straight with them first. They won't think badly of you. When I spoke with Milla and Delia, they told me they really cared about you. They'll be a bit surprised, but they'll understand. I think my talking to them today got them thinking of what you actually saw them do. Go visit with them. Stay with them tonight. Maybe they will give you some ideas about lesbian sex. Go on, now." 

Sylvi jumps off the bed and picks up her chiton. She starts to leave, but remembers to dress before she opens the door. She turns and smiles at her mother and Cherl, and skips off. She may be nineteen, but she's still a child.

Cordele, could you stay for a minute? I'd like to discuss something with you.

"Cordele, what type of work do you want to do here? I don't want to see you assigned duties that will be anathema to you." 

"Missy, I am a dancer and a very good seamstress. I can tailor anything you'd like, but that's not why you asked me to stay, is it? I could see the way you looked at my body when I took off my chiton. You want to have sex with me, don't you? If you really like my body, I am very pleased. I am curious about what women do with and to each other. I would like very much to stay with you tonight. Will I be able to kiss you? I am particularly interested in your mouth." Cherl motions her near and Cordele gets on the bed; the women begin a long session of kissing and learning about each other. They lose themselves in each other's arms. Cordele feels her trials shed from her, and she hears herself purring. She sighs and lets herself go with the moment. This is lovelier and sweeter than sex she used to have with her husband. 




The Year is 2132 Ch. 03



The two women have spent hours during the night kissing and fondling each other. For a few minutes, when Cordele became very wet and was having difficulty breathing, Cherl slipped between her legs, and in lieu of the wooden stake that had been in Cordele's vagina not too many hours ago, she inserted her tongue into that very same orifice and was immediately rewarded with the woman's orgasm. Cordele had heard of Le Petit Mort, the little death, but this was the first time she had ever experienced it. She has also heard that true love can only be between two women. Now she can truly believe that. She feels very strongly about this woman who owns her body -- and maybe her soul.

Cordele wakes before dawn. Careful so as to not waken Cherl, she gathers up her chiton and slips into it. She goes back to Cherl, and spends several minutes looking down at her sleeping face. Overflowing with warmth for this pretty outlander, she kisses Cherl's closed eyes. She turns and starts to leave, but turns back and gently kisses the woman's vagina. She knows that the next time they sleep together, she will lick that sweet slit and give Cherl the same pleasure she had received. Quietly she slips through the door and hurries to her quarters. Cherl opens her eyes, smiles, places her hand over the place Cordele kissed. She coos a little, and goes back to sleep. 

Ten minutes later, Sylvi sneaks into the room; she finds Cherl asleep, and bends over and kisses a nipple. She sniffs, and then sniffs again; Sylvi recognizes the scent the girls had put on her mother after they bathed her. She backs away, leaves and goes back to Delia and Milla's bedroom. She slips in beside Delia, smiles, hugs herself and goes back to sleep. The house is quiet.

When Cherl rises and goes to the hall bathroom, she hears a commotion in the dining area. She squeezes her bladder muscles and walks straight to that area. The six girls are skipping around the table, setting it and bringing food. They are giggling and shushing each other, but Cherl knows the noise they make will waken the rest of the household. She tells them, in a harsh voice, to quiet down. When they look up and see her, they lose their smiles and hang their heads. Their faces show fear. 

"Okay, let's have it. What is going on? You're acting like little children." They still are children even though they have had adult training especially in sex. They have never had the opportunity to have a normal childhood. This is probably the only time in their lives that they have had childish fun, Cherl thinks.

No one speaks. No one looks up at her. Her bladder is about to burst, but she stands and waits. "Someone had better tell me, or I'll get Zhanet to find out."

The girls all try to talk at once. They know Zhanet will not be as mild as Cherl.

Milla speaks up, "Miss, we're sorry. We sort of forgot your orders. We really couldn't help it. It just happened. Please forgive us. We won't do it again. We promise."

"What is it I need to forgive you for?"

They look at each other waiting for someone else to speak. Finally, Delia says, "It was really my fault, Miss. When I saw her lying beside me, I couldn't resist. I licked her, Ma'am. I licked her. Please don't punish the others. They just watched."

"You licked whom, Delia? Surely, you didn't lick Sylvi after I told you not to; to wait until I said it was alright?" Delia and Sylvi are staring at the floor. Cherl knows why the girls are all excited. They have been dying to watch Sylvi having sex, and it has happened. She is partially annoyed, yet she is also somewhat relieved. She has worried about how she would sexually 'break the ice' with Sylvi. She pretends to be very angry. "You realize that you girls will be punished for disobedience? Finish your chores. We'll discuss punishment later." She rushes off to the bathroom before she pees on the floor. On the commode, she feels doubly relieved: for herself, bladder wise and, for Sylvi, sexwise.

Then she recalls the night before with Cordele and feels a warm glow. She silently thanks the Exosphere for bringing her to this sexual Eden. On Earth, she had felt reserved and unfulfilled sexually. On Romana, she has had all her sexual fantasies come true. She laughs and thinks about having one of the girls come into the bathroom to lick the pee from her wet pubes. 

She wipes herself with the rough tissue. 

*****



The Year is 2132 Ch. 04



Capitulus 1V (Chapter 04)

Painful death in the Arena

"Sit down, Cherl. We have something unpleasant to tell you." Zhanet's words cause her instant distress. Zhanet is sitting with Claude, Steev, and a Roman soldier she has never seen before. Cherl's heart is in her mouth. What can be so terrible that a soldier is present?

"I won't sugar coat this. Cherl, it is possible that Sylvi and her mother will be executed. They ran away last night and were apprehended by the harbor patrol at the inlet eight kilometers to the west of here. The patrol is there in case raiders come ashore at that point. Their duty is to warn the countryside of the marauders. Sylvi and her mother were caught trying to board a boat in the harbor. They had offered the boatman a sum of money to take them elsewhere, and he reported them to the patrol."

"Oh NOOO. How could this happen? Why were they running away? They seemed content here. They were grateful to be off the streets. Why? Why?"

"Cherl, it's a long story. Firstly, I have to tell you that Claude's advocate has been trying since you purchased Sylvi to prevent a Roman custom to apply to the girl. Every Roman slave, by law, must be branded to show ownership. The advocate has been attempting to have that changed to a tattoo in Sylvi's case. Wait." Zhanet sends for Delia; when the girl arrives, she is told to remove her chiton. She looks at the soldier, but no one tells him to leave; she unpins the shoulder and the chiton drops. "Delia, bend over, spread your legs, and pull your buttock cheeks apart," Zhanet demands. There is a tattoo, about an inch long, on the inside of her left cheek. It is a replica of Claude's signet ring. 

"Stay there until I tell you to move; you are a part of this situation. Just hold your cheeks apart until I tell you that you can go." The girl doesn't move, but she is embarrassed to be in this position in front of the soldier. 

"Cherl, this is the story I've pieced together. Sylvi went to your room yesterday morning just after Cordele left you. Evidently, she smelled her mother's perfume on you and assumed you had forced Cordelia to have sex with you. To spite you, she went to Delia's bed and sprawled in an inviting way. Delia awoke, saw Sylvi's exposed genitals and couldn't resist. She licked Sylvi until the girl started orgasming. Sylvi was so loud that she woke Milla; Milla called the other girls in to watch. Sylvi must have had a dozen or more orgasms before Delia stopped licking her. By that time, they had to prepare the morning table, and that's when you found them chattering. Watching Sylvi losing her virginity excited them all. Not breaking her hymen, just being tongued by another woman. She didn't reciprocate, though. She knew enough to defer that for you, but it was enough. She spitefully disobeyed you and that's when the rest of the problem began. 

Later yesterday, Claude's advocate came with good news. He had obtained permission to have Sylvi tattooed instead of being branded with a hot iron. The problem was that Claude, being her actual owner, as he had paid for her, and I had to sign affidavits to the effect that Sylvi was obedient, and we would be responsible for her future obedience. When I tried to sign it, Claude reminded me that I could be tried for treason for signing a false statement to the Roman government. I could be executed if the truth came out, and with the gossip in this house, it could happen.

Cordele must have heard the argument and decided to take Sylvi and flee. She was horrified that her daughter would be branded if Claude and I didn't sign the affidavit. When we were all asleep last night, they took money and fled. When they were apprehended, they were checked to see if they were escaping slaves. Cordele was tattooed when Claude paid her debts, but Sylvi, as you know, is unmarked. This soldier brought the two women here this morning to check on their stories. They had said that we had paroled them and given them money. To save us from perjury, they confessed to the truth. They are locked in Cordele's room until they are tried and executed."

"Don't you mean tried to determine guilt and then sentenced?"

"No, Cherl. They've confessed. The trial is a formality. I'm sorry, Cherl. We know how much you care for Sylvi, for both Sylvi and Cordele. The advocate says nothing can be done to stop punishment."

"What if Sylvi is branded? Won't that satisfy the law?" Zhanet's face told her the answer. Cherl sat and stared into space. She couldn't believe that they must die; that she would lose them. She was too emotionally drained to cry. This world was an Eden for her, but it was a horrible place, a hell, for its own citizens.

"You may stop pulling your buttocks apart, Delia. Go help your sisters prepare for the next meal. Do NOT put your chiton back on. Perhaps you will continue to feel shame when the male servants look upon you naked, and your friends will know how you've helped cause this debacle with your insatiable sexual appetite. You may not have sex with any of your sisters for two weeks. Do you understand?" Delia, shamefacedly, nods.

Three weeks later, Sylvi and Cordele stood before the Roman magistrate; their chitons were dropped to their waists and belted. Woman appeared before the tribunal bare breasted. They were sentenced to "the worst possible punishment." Oddly, although that meant death, the word death wasn't spoken. It was up to a panel of three to declare how they must die. The punishment would be complete when they were deceased or by sundown. When Cherl asked what the possibilities were, she was told: on the stake on tiptoe, so they could never survive until dark; hanged; whipped to death; hung by the ankles and bled to death; the list went on and on, each punishment named was worse than the one before. There were none that they could survive from dawn to dusk. Cherl felt that she herself was dying. She thought that she would smuggle them a drug to end their lives with a non-painful death. When she mentioned this to Zhanet, she shook her head no. They must forfeit their lives in the arena where a crowd would watch for entertainment. Anyone preventing that amusement would have to take the prisoner's place.

Steev and Zhanet were trying to console Cherl when Zhanet mentioned that Sylvie would die never having experienced the pleasure of performing cunnilingus on another woman. Cherl's head jerked up and she stared at Zhanet; she asked her if she could be permitted to speak to Claude's advocate. She asked Zhanet what the worst possible punishment for the women could be. Zhanet began to enumerate what she had told Cherl before. In the midst of her recitation, Cherl jumped up and ran off. Zhanet and Steev looked at one another. He shrugged his shoulders.

Sylvi and Cordele were still locked in Cordele's room. This Rome had no prisons. Prisoners were locked in any place from which they couldn't flee. Sentencing was carried out on the following Sunday for the crowd's amusement. The women were not happy to see Cherl. They had let her down and caused her much stress and anxiety. It was difficult for them to face her. Nevertheless, she hugged them and offered her sympathies. She told them she wished that they had come to her for advice and help instead of running away. They told her that they were so distraught that they ran without thinking. When they had realized what they had done, it was too late. They kept apologizing over and over as though it were she who would be punished. They asked her which punishment they would receive. They knew from the past how criminals died in the arena.

"I want you both to think of what the absolute worst possible punishment you could receive would be. It's important. You mustn't ignore my request. I'll see to it that you are fed and treated well until Sunday. Please don't count on this, but I'll try to help mitigate your sentence." The women thanked her for her past generosity and for all she had done for them. They apologized again for letting her down. They hugged and kissed and Cherl left.

The following day, Dies Jovis, Thursday, Cherl spoke with the advocate, but he was skeptical of her idea and kept shaking his head no. She pleaded until he threw up his hands and left. Dies Veneris, Friday, was like a day of mourning in the household. No one spoke or looked at one another. The younger girls cried off and on throughout the day. 

On Dies Saturni, Saturday, the advocate returned and spoke to Cherl behind closed doors. He told her that her idea had been received by the panel and would be accepted only if the prisoners facing execution before the two women provided enough of a spectacle to satisfy the bloodthirsty 'patrons of the arts'. Members of the household tried to quiz Cherl about the advocates words, but her answer was always, "You don't want to know."

Cherl spent several hours trying to coerce Sylvi and Cordele to carry out her plans, but they were adamant in telling her they would rather be dead. In a fit of pique, she snarled at Cordele, "Don't you love your daughter? Sylvi, don't you love your mother? You must do this or die."

Cordele whispered, "Missie, you mean well, but the fact that we love each other prevents us from carrying out what you ask of us."

"Think about it, Cordele. You are the mature one. Swallow your pride or whatever it is that stops you from taking this way to live. I'll talk to you again in the morning. I know you'll want to spend your last hours alone together tonight. I love you both. Please decide to live."

"We love you, too, Cherl, I mean Missie. We'll think on it, but I doubt we'll change our minds."

"Well, if you decide to take my advice, you'll need to practice some before you go into the arena tomorrow. Tonight, It will be without thousands of eyes watching you. May Jupiter give you strength."

On the morn of Dies Solis, Sunday, four Roman soldiers and a Centurion arrive in a wagon drawn by a team of horses. They conduct the two woman to the wagon and help them board. Sylvi and Cordele are weak with fear. Members of Claude's household have readied wagons to follow the soldiers and the women. They have said their goodbyes earlier and may no longer speak with Sylvi and Cordele. The younger girls stay home. They cannot bear to watch their beloved friend and her mother die.

When they arrive at the arena, the two women put their arms around each other and with the soldiers half carrying them, they enter the prisoners' gate.

Claude takes Cherl, Steev, Zhanet and his four menservants to his box and leaves them while he heads for the office where the schedules are made. He is wearing his money belt under his toga and it makes him look heavier. When he returns to his box, he is slimmer. 

He shows the arena schedule to Cherl and Steev. There are not many prisoners to be executed this day and they are scheduled one after the other. He explains that on some days, there are numerous executions at any given time. He had been hoping that Sylvi and Cordele could be lost among any given group; however, that can't happen since the executions will be sequential. Furthermore, the crowd may become bored and defeat their plans. 

He has not been able to forestall what happens to Sylvi and her mother, but he has had their execution pushed back until two hours before dusk. Hopefully, the crowd will have their bloodlust fulfilled by then and things may work out; that is if the women have decided to follow Cherl's suggestion.

Before each prisoner is slain, a stentor sings out what crime was committed, and what the punishment will be, so that members of the crowd are informed of what will happen to them should they commit the same crime. This is the Roman method of crime prevention. From the number of executions, the system is not too successful.

See: 'From the Arena' in the endnotes **********

All afternoon, women have been mutilated and killed, and Cherl is heartsick that Sylvi and Cordele's turn is coming soon. She keeps watching the horizon hoping that the sun will go down soon and cut short the women's upcoming ordeal. As she's thinking, the stentor sings out their names; that they are runaway slaves and thieves; that they have been sentenced to death, and that their execution will now be carried out. Tears well up in Cherl's eyes and her heart is about to break. She wants to run, but there's nowhere to run. She can't imagine how her friends must feel as painful death approaches. She hopes they die quickly to avoid prolonged agony at the hands of her tormentors.

Claude reaches over and grips her arm. "Cherl, have heart. If my bribery works, there may be hope."

The two women are brought to the scaffold and forced to mount the steps. Their clothing is stripped away and the crowd is quiet. The women have beautiful bodies and will give the onlookers much pleasure, as they're tormented. The stentor sings out that the crowd has an opportunity to decide how they must die. He shouts that they are mother and daughter, and that they can die of pain or of shame. They will be beaten to death by whip cuts, or they will be forced to perform cunnilingus on each other against their natural inclination. He says that they will no doubt commit suicide afterwards so great will their shame be, but they will avoid the whip. If they don't kill themselves, the executioner will kill them. "Oh citizens of Rome, what is your pleasure? Pain or shame?"

There is silence for a few seconds and then Cherl hears the chant, "Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain." All of their plans have failed; she is overcome with emotion and faints. She is not aware of a new chant from a larger segment of the onlookers, "Shame. Shame. Shame. Shame."

The people have been looking at death all day and they want novelty at this point. The women on the scaffold drop to their knees. They may have escaped the executioner -- for a while. They are forced to lie on their sides facing each other's pudenda; the upper ankle is tied by rope and drawn up tightly to the gibbet. It is a painful position. Their genitals are fully exposed, and their faces are pushed into the other's pubes and they are bidden to begin.

When Cherl revives, she sees them furiously tonguing each other. She faints again. When she revives again, ten minutes later, they have slowed their efforts. They have begun to tire already, but they have settled down to a slow, steady pace. Sylvi screams as each orgasm strikes her, yet she manages to begin licking her mother's vagina before the executioner uses the whip on her. He is standing ready to lash out should either woman falter. When she realizes the crowd wants to hear screams, Cordele sings out when her daughter brings her to orgasm. She is afraid to fake the orgasms themselves as the executioner is watching the women's spasms. She pauses to take a deep breath, and the executioner's whip cuts her left buttock. Hurriedly, she begins licking her daughter's vagina again.

Cherl keeps an eye on the sun urging it to begin its descent below the horizon. It is taking too long to move, and she begins to fear again for her friends' lives. Soon, the crowd begins to tire of the sex and begins to chant again, "Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain."

Have they lost the contest so close to the end? Cherl begins praying, "Please Jupiter, don't let them die."

The executioner lifts his hand to the crowd and quiets them. He cracks his whip over the women, and the stentor sings out, "There will be pain." Cherl is devastated.

But no move is made to stop the two women from licking each other; instead, another naked woman is brought out, forced up the scaffold, and dragged by her tied wrists to the gibbet crossbeam above Sylvi and her mother. The woman's wrists and ankles are tied far apart. She is spread eagled like a human X just above Sylvi and Cordele.

The woman has seen whipping executions of women in the Arena many times over a number of years and has cheered on the executioner's methodical destruction of them. She has never thought that she would be in that position while other men and women screamed for her to be whipped. 

When she walked the streets selling her body, she had known she was breaking the law. Over the age when she was acceptable by the brothels, and having no other source of income, she had no choice but to offer her services to any man or woman for a few coins. Having to offer a service unavailable in the brothels and therefore able to attract certain customers; she provided an act known as 'round the world' even in that era. It consisted of both vaginal and oral sex: a few strokes in one orifice and then a few in the other until she was able to effect an orgasm. When the man's penis went from her vagina to her mouth, she could barely tolerate the strong bitter taste of constant sex. She had no idea of feminine hygiene and, even if she had, she had no way of douching and cleansing her vagina. Desperate to avoid the disgusting taste and stay off the streets for a few hours or days, she made the terrible mistake of stealing a customer's purse. The man caught her in the act and dragged her to the Watch.

Brothel operators, in order to safeguard their own profits, have paid bribes to the authorities to make streetwalking a capital crime. A magistrate finds her guilty of both her crimes and sentences her to be whipped to death in the Arena. 

She is trembling with fear as she anticipates the pain and damage to her own body. When the executioner uncoils his whip and snaps it into the air, the woman loses control of her bladder. The two women, Sylvi and Cordele, below are drenched with the woman's urine.

Cherl realizes that this poor woman will bear the brunt of the crowd's bloodlust instead of her loved ones. She has strong mixed emotions. 

The crowd has been down this road many times before. They are used to seeing women being striped by the executioner's whip. They know what to expect and how to play their role by letting the executioner know what they want him to do to the woman.

They begin chanting, "Puga pyga. Puga pyga. (Buttocks. Buttocks.)" Again, the executioner unfurls the whip and strikes at her buttocks; she shrieks with pain. The strikes are continued until her buttocks are striped and welted. The woman is numbed by pain and is unresponsive. She is most likely unconscious at this point.

The crowd is screaming, "Papillae, papillae. (Nipples, nipples.)" The whip flicks her nipples; then, "Mammae, mammae. (Breasts, breasts.)" The executioner whips her breasts. Blood drips down on Sylvi and her mother, but they don't dare stop licking each other's vagina. The chant is now, "Pudenda, pudenda." The whip snaps the woman's genitals; the executioner's whip continues whipping her labia and genitals. He circles her looking for areas he missed the first time. By the time he finishes, the woman is hanging limply. 

Cherl is aghast that the woman has been punished so severely; however, it has taken up time and the sun is more than half way below the horizon. Her friends are safe.

However, the crowd begins chanting, "Mors mortis. Mors mortis. (Death. Death.)" and the executioner holds a knife up in the air; the crowd screams, "Ventris. Ventris. (Belly. Belly.)" He reaches down, grabs Cordele by the hair and pulls her face out of her daughter's crotch. Dragging her to her feet, he plunges the knife into her abdomen before she is aware of what is happening. 

Cherl watches this as if it happens in slow motion: the knife being driven into Cordele; blood spraying everywhere; Cordele's shocked look at the impact; her stunned glance at her belly; her wide eyed stare into the executioner's face; and her collapse on the scaffold stage when the executioner lets go of her hair. He holds the bloody knife in the air and waves it at the crowd. They scream their approval.

Cherl screams, "Noooooummm," as Zhanet clamps her hand over Cherl's mouth and says, "Do you want someone to report you for anti social behavior? Be quiet! Will you keep your mouth shut if I take my hand away?" Cherl nods, and Zhanet lets her go. 




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Zhanet sobs, "Sicut aqua effusus sum et dispersa sunt universa ossa mea factum est cor meum tamquam cera liquescens in medio ventris mei." - "Like water I am poured out, and all my bones are scattered about, my heart has been made like wax melting in my midriff."

"Only seconds to go, and she could have lived. Seconds." As Cherl looks back at the gibbet, the executioner pulls Sylvi up off the deck and plunges the knife into her belly. Again, Cherl sees the horrifying scene in slow motion: the stab; spraying blood; Sylvi's wind knocked out of her; her shocked expression as she stares into the executioner's face. Seconds later, he lets go of her hair, and she falls across her mother's body. He holds the bloody knife in the air again and the crowd roars.

Cherl stuffs her fingers into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. She feels herself grow cold, and she collapses into her seat. "Seconds! Seconds!" She keeps repeating. "Seconds!"

The sun is setting below the horizon.

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From the Arena. **********

Readers: Research found many sites pertaining to death and physical torment in the Roman Coliseum and many other minor arenas. As Sylvi and Cordele must face those aspects, I had planned on using several scenes from them as they pertained to women. It was evident that the Roman populace had a raging bloodlust to witness the sexual mutilation of female prisoners: slaves, captives, criminals, and even free female citizens. This went on for years, decades, and centuries. It was a ruse to redirect the populace's attention from its own misery to that of the tormented souls in the arena; sex played a major part in those spectacles. 

Women were especially subjected to horrible deaths. They were forced to copulate with animals; subjected to being impaled vaginally and anally; having their breasts and genitals mutilated; etc. Their shrieks and screams were like music to the ears of the bloodthirsty onlookers. 

Originally, in setting up what would be a crescendo leading to the executions of Sylvi and Cordele, I told of individual cases of the mutilation of women in this minor arena on the outskirts of the Roman capitol. I deleted them. I will rely on your fertile imaginations to fill in the deletions.



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Capitulus V (Chapter 05)

Cherl is haunted by ghosts

Zhanet and Steev escort Cherl to one of the wagons; they are half carrying her as her knees keep buckling. She keeps repeating, "Seconds, only seconds and they would have lived. It is so unfair." Although Zhanet and Steev try to soothe her, she is inconsolable. She is moaning and weeping as though her heart is breaking. She stops and throws up; the world is spinning and she is trying desperately to grasp reality. She sits in the wagon and stares into space; she thinks she is losing her mind.

Claude and his four male servants make their way to the Arena morgue. After a few minutes inside, they emerge; the servants are carrying two pallets bearing Sylvi's and Cordele's bodies covered with bloody sheets. They bear them to one of their wagons and lay them in the wagon bed. Claude stays with the bodies while two of his men sit up on the driver's bench. The other two go to Zhanet's wagon. They arrive at Claude's estate and carry the bodies to the atrium. 

All members of the household stand around the bodies and weep. Steev helps Cherl to view the bodies; he pulls back the sheets, and Cherl stares at the two still lovely faces. They are covered with blood and urine, but she kisses their faces regardless. Her eyes are dry; she has wept until there are no more tears. She notices that the wound in Cordele's buttock is dripping blood. Without thinking, she puts two fingers under the wound and allows the blood to drip on her fingers. She licks her fingers and moans. Steev and Claude help her to her chamber and Claude gives her a sedative to help her sleep; Steev removes her chiton and puts it away.

The young women come in with basins of water and towels; they drop their chitons and bathe Cherl. She doesn't seem to know what's happening. After the women dry her, she lies on the bed and falls into a troubled sleep. Milla and Sera stay and watch over her while the other girls go to their chambers. 

No one has anything to say to one another; the evening meal is skipped.

Three hours later, Cherl is wakened by strange music. She is uncertain whether she is awake or dreaming; the sedative is still active in her system. Delia and Sera are fast asleep on the floor beside the bed. Cherl walks out of the room, forgetting that she is nude, and goes looking for the music. She walks through the salon to the atrium and stops cold. She witnesses the ghosts of Sylvia and Cordele dancing around in the moonlight. They are pale except for the blood covering much of their bodies. Their bellies are saturated with blood. The flute music is coming from the shadows; Cherl can't see the player, but she knows that Delia is the flutist in the group. She thinks that Delia has conjured up the ghosts with her strange music. Suddenly, the music stops, and the ghosts turn and look at Cherl. A chill runs through her and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. The ghosts say nothing but walk rapidly toward her. Cherl is frightened but stands rooted to the spot. She is crying again. She knows she is dreaming now, yet desperately wants to stay that way, so she can continue to see her deceased loved ones. When they reach her, they throw their arms around her. When she feels their naked bloody flesh against her flesh, she passes out again.

When she comes to her senses, Claude, Zhanet, Steev, are standing over her with concerned looks on their faces. They somehow have dressed her. She looks around for the ghosts, but when she sees they are not there, she realizes she was dreaming or hallucinating -- probably from the sedative. They help her to a chair and offer her wine. She says nothing about the hallucination lest they think she is non compos mentis. 

"Cherl, we know why you fainted," says Zhanet. "You thought you had lost your mind. You haven't. Delia told us what happened in the atrium. She was the one playing the flute. She thought her playing had awakened the dead and was just as frightened as you, but she was unable to stop until you walked into the atrium. You were nude and she thought you had died, too, and were joining the other two dead women. It wasn't until they touched you, and you fainted that she knew you were still alive."

"Until they touched me? How could I have felt ghosts?"

"Drink your wine, and we'll tell you what happened." Cherl gulps it down and waits.

Claude speaks up, "Cherl, when we went to the Arena yesterday morning, I paid a visit to the Arena officers and offered them a great deal of money to spare the lives of Sylvi and her mother. Although they said it was out of their hands and that the sentence must be carried out, I was ready for that contingency. I outlined a plan before them. Part of it you know already as you had talked the women into committing an unthinkable act between mother and daughter, especially that mother and daughter. Sylvi eventually convinced Cordele that since she wanted desperately to live, they should do as you suggested. Finally, Cordele acquiesced.

"I took a magician's trick knife with me. It had a blade that sank back into the handle and burst a small bladder made from a pig's intestines; of course, the bladder was filled with blood; the pig's blood. The executioner couldn't tell the women in advance for several reasons. We felt that they wouldn't have reacted as they did at the proper time. He did hit them hard in the abdomen with it, but it was the handle that knocked the wind out of them. After he hit them, he held his face close to theirs and told them how to react. They were fine actors and pulled it off. The crowd would have demanded their deaths if they hadn't. 

"I had given some medicine to the officers to give the women to simulate death. I'm sorry to tell you this after all the trauma you've been through, but in order to keep them unconscious, the dosage had to be large; we weren't absolutely positive that it wouldn't actually kill them after all they went through. That's why you weren't in on that part of the plan. 

"If they did die from the medication, you would really have been devastated. I can still hear you saying, "Seconds. Seconds." I can imagine what you would have thought of me if I had killed them when they were supposed to be safely out of their predicament. By the way, I thought you would catch on when you saw Cordele's buttock's wound bleeding. The dead don't bleed. 

"Sylvi and Cordele finally woke up just before dawn. They were so happy to be away from the Arena that they danced out into the atrium. Delia couldn't sleep because she was mourning thinking they were dead and was consoling herself by playing her flute in the atrium. Sylvi and Cordele were drawn by the music. Poor Delia thought they were spirits coming to exact revenge because she had licked Sylvi's pudenda against your orders and caused the debacle.

"Now, I know you prefer women, but I think I deserve a big kiss -- and a grope -- for saving their lives."

Cherl throws her arms around Claude's neck, hugs him tight, and gives him a long open mouth kiss. He reaches around her, grabs her buttocks, and squeezes hard enough that it makes her wince. It was the best pain she had ever felt.

"Where are they? Please. I want to see them." She still has her arms around Claude.

"The girls are bathing them. All that dried blood and urine must be very hard to wash clean. I've been in to see them twice and they still had traces of blood on them. It was also difficult to get all the urine scrubbed out of their hair. Oddly, neither one had any qualms about being naked when I went in. After thousands of eyes were watching them in the Arena, another pair watching them made no difference. They don't seem to be shy anymore.

"They hugged me, too, and got me all wet, and I had to change to a dry toga. I didn't mind a bit, though. Now, go to them. They're in the bath near the girls' chamber." Cherl rushes off before Claude could finish his sentence.

Cherl rushes into the bath area and, still clothed, jumps into the bath with Sylvi and Cordele. They churn up the water hugging and kissing. Their splashing gets the other girls wet, also. Keri, who had been scrubbing Sylvi and Cordele, drops her soaked chiton and gets in the bath with them. Soon, all the girls are naked and in the bath. Cherl manages to get her chiton off and throws it on the floor. There is much naked female flesh in the bath. When Zhanet comes in to see what the commotion is, she too strips and gets in the bath. 

Cherl, in the middle of the women, revels in the feel of all that wet satiny skin, something she would never have felt back on her own planet. Romana IS a lesbian's paradise; an outlander's paradise she reminds herself.

Hours later, all ten women are in Cherl's room on her bed or on the floor. Some are lying on top of others. They are trying to figure out who is going to sleep with whom that night. Sera and Keri say they better go back to Steev's room, but they would like to lick someone's vagina first. Delia volunteers, but Zhanet reminds her that she is disallowed sex for two weeks. "Oh Jupiter and Juno, Delia go with Sera and Keri but just for tonight only. I think the scare you received when the ghosts showed up to haunt you was punishment enough. However, you still need to curb your sexual appetite and the two-week abstinence still applies. Get out of here before I change my mind." 

Delia is very excited. Not only will she get to have sex tonight with Keri and Sera, but maybe Steev will take her, too. She wonders what it would be like to be penetrated by a penis. Even if he doesn't use her vagina, she will get to watch him fornicate with his consorts. Yum. But how will she ever survive after tonight with the two-week loss of sex. She wishes she had a huge bull pizzle like the ones used on the captive women. That would feel good. No, that wouldn't work either. Claude had to pay much more for her, as she was Virgo intacta. That fleshy membrane was very valuable. She would be severely punished for breaking her own hymen. It belongs to Claude, but he doesn't seem to want use any other vagina besides Zhanet's. She may die Virgo intacta some day.

When Cherl, Sylvi and Cordele are finally alone, mother and daughter tell Cherl how grateful they are for what she has done for them. 

"When you saw me watching you dancing in the atrium, why didn't you speak to me?" asks Cherl. 

Sylvi stares at the floor, but Cordele smiles and says, "We would have if we could, but, Missie, we couldn't speak. We had been using our tongues steadily in each other's pudenda for over two hours; we couldn't use them after we awoke. They must have been swollen or stiff or ..." 

Sylvi bursts out crying and throws her arms around Cherl's neck. "I'm so sorry, Miss. Please forgive me."

"Forgive you for what, Sylvi?" Sylvi is clinging to Cherl and sobbing. "What did you do that I should forgive you for?"

"Oh Miss, I swore I'd be the best slave girl you could hope for, and then I didn't use my tongue in you first. You had the right to my tongue since you own me. I am so sorry." 

Cherl laughs, "Are you jesting, Sylvi? I told you and Cordele what you had to do to save your lives. It was my idea. You have nothing to be sorry for. I assure you that your pretty tongue will spend a lot of time in my vagina from now on. Now, dry your tears. I don't want to hear any more of you being sorry. 

"Cordele, would you like to spend the night with your daughter tonight? What do you want to do?"

"Missie, I discussed this earlier with Sylvi, and we'd like to stay with you tonight; however, I don't think we could service you until we gain a little more control of our tongues."

"It's settled then. You both will sleep in my bed, tonight. We'll cuddle and hug, but no cunnilingus." Cherl is so happy they're alive and well that she would gladly give up having sex with them -- although that is not a happy thought. She loves them and lusts for them. They are both so delicious.

"Delia, what are you doing here?" Steev asks. "Why aren't you with your sisters?"

"Well Sir, Zhanet gave me to you for tonight or rather to Sera and Keri for sex. We've been waiting for you to get your permission. May we, please. We are so anxious, and I would be so happy to have you watch us. It's been several months since Claude bought us; we were usually watched when we had sex at the Academy, but no one has watched us here. It adds shivery spice to sex when we are observed." Steev wishes all women were exhibitionists like these were. "Maybe they are. How would I ever find out?" He doesn't plan to take a poll or try out the free Roman women; at least, that isn't on his agenda at the moment. Every day, he realizes more and more that this world is tailored to his sexual fantasies. 

After he has given the girls permission to have sex, they seem to be confused. "What's the problem, girls?"

"Sir, there is an uneven number of us, and we don't know how to begin. What would you suggest we do?"

Steev can't believe he's having this problem: choreographing how these girls, um, women will make love while he watches them. "Delia, you seem to be the hungriest here; why don't you start by performing oral sex on both Sera and Keri; then when you're about sated, have a daisy chain with them." He explains that a daisy chain is a circle of them all licking the next girl, um, woman in line. Delia is pleased, as she IS the hungriest. Her training at the Academy has instilled in her a craving for vaginal secretions. 

Steve watches this fantasy spectacle until he is ready to explode. When the girls are sated, Sera and Keri take turns doing their "pole" dance on Steev. Although she has watched Academy boys and other Roman men take female captives, Delia has never been this close up and personal. She is actually on the bed beside them as they fornicate; she is thrilled. As the girls have sex with Steev, Delia caresses them and sucks their nipples. When Steev ejaculates in them, she asks if she may have his semen. When he gives permission, she sucks and licks the girls, um, women clean and dry. This is the first time she has eaten human semen, and she is ecstatic. She had been given fresh animal semen to eat at the Academy, but she finds she likes the taste of Steev's much better. 

Maybe Steev would ask her to return; maybe Steev would permit her to have sex with Sera and Keri more often; maybe Steev would ask Claude if Steev could penetrate her hymen; maybe Steev would ask Claude if he could keep her; maybe Steev would let her take his semen directly from his penis; her imagination is running away with her. Her Academy training is running away with her.

Paul approaches Steev and tells him that a Roman citizen is asking for him at the servant's entrance. When Steev asks the man his business, he tells Steev he was the Centurion who helped Cordele. Steev laughs and tells him that he didn't recognize him out of uniform and helm. "And why are you here?" The man introduces himself as Marcus. He reminds Steev of the offer to hire him. "Of course, of course. I can use your services, Marcus, but did you have something special in mind?"

"Sire, I would like to talk to you and Claude together. Would that be possible?" Steev looks at Marcus for a few seconds, and then he goes to see if Claude is busy.

When Claude comes back with Steev, Marcus takes no time in laying out his thoughts. He tells Steev and Claude that the Roman army is attempting to control marauders from coming ashore and pillaging the country side; however, the soldiers are spread thin; should they be overrun, Claude's estate would be the first household in their path from the harbor to the west. 

Claude asks what Marcus has in mind. "Sire, there are numerous veterans in and around Rome who are desperately in need of food. I would like to gather them into a Guard; we could protect you and your property."

"Aren't those men older and, in some cases, incapacitated?" He is very skeptical.

"Yes Sire, they are, but they, we, are still soldiers even though Rome has turned its back on us. I'm sure I could turn them into a fighting force again. Would you let me and them try?"

Claude turns to Steev and tells him that he has been worried about the marauders from the north coast of Africa. Some of the estates to the south have been attacked, looted, and their people killed or captured. The women bring high prices from harems and slave markets. He is concerned for the women in his household. Once taken, they will be lost, never to return.

Claude asks Marcus what the cost would be? "Sire, if they could just be fed and allowed to camp on your estate to the west, that would be all that would be asked of you. Oh, and they would have to be armed. They have already been trained and are battle hardened. Yes, some have disabilities, but they can still be utilized. By helping them, you would be helping to guard yourself and your household."

"Claude, I would be willing to release my part of the treasury for this purpose. They can camp on my land at "Park Plaza". I can import the necessary armory for them. Would you be willing to become involved?" asks Steev

"Willing? I want to spearhead the program. Marcus, what do we do first?"

"You need do nothing, Sire. I will do what is necessary. I'll tell a few men whom I know and they'll tell a few more who'll tell a few more. In weeks, we'll have a veteran's army. Where can I tell them to camp?" Steev explains where his land is and offers to take Marcus there. 

Within a few days, there is a steady stream of men moving to the area near the ExoSphere. Steev has replicated many tents and has helped set up a field kitchen. By the end of three weeks, the encampment is complete and the veterans have moved into the tents. They are amazed at the quality of the equipment. 

Marcus has given them assignments and duties for continued training and to keep the area policed and food prepared. Steev has determined what arms and armament the men will need and plans to replicate them. He also plans to give them more modern weapons, but doesn't want to make it too obvious that they are from future time. He wants to wait until some time elapses, so no one, including Claude, will get suspicious of how quickly he receives shipment.

Two months later, he has replicated the necessary arms and has Marcus, who is now wearing a uniform similar to that of a Centurion, has his lieutenants distribute the arms to able-bodied men. Marcus tells Steev that he would like to arm the handicapped men also. He thinks they would feel more accepted and part of the Guard if allowed to bear arms. Steev agrees and says he had the same thought and has already ordered additional weapons. What he doesn't tell Marcus is that all the weapons now in the possession of the Guard are of an unbreakable, non-rusting, alloy that never needs sharpening. They will slice through shields, armor, flesh, and bone with little effort. The Guard will slash through the enemy as a scythe through wheat.

Claude has ordered food and drink to be brought to the encampment on a steady schedule. His relief is visible as he takes part in helping bring the Guard into being. It doesn't take long before more cashiered officers and soldiers become aware of this private army and ask to join. Rome doesn't pension its veterans.

Soon, there are camps set up behind the main grounds for men who bring their wives and children with them. The area begins to resemble a small village. Soldier/craftsmen begin setting up shop as blacksmiths, clothiers, cobblers, leather workers, building suppliers, etc. Some men start building permanent barracks and housing. Claude jokes that he can't have all this on HIS land and cedes another hundred acres to Steev.

No veteran is turned away and the encampment continues to grow. Claude begins to get nervous about what Roman officials may think of this developing complex. When he receives an official visit from Rome, he is concerned, but it turns out that he is lauded for taking the "riff-raff" off the Roman streets and off the hands of the government. His heavy taxes and levies are lowered, as the government no longer has to pay out large sums to keep the streets patrolled and high court costs financed. Crime, theft and rape, are down and citizens are out walking the streets and making purchases as never before. This turns out to be a win-win situation. Claude is asked to expand his little village. He is offered money to do so.




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The best part is that homeless veterans are being fed, clothed, sheltered and medically cared for. Claude wonders why no one has thought of this before.

Dear readers, I'll keep this short: the aforementioned idea is not new. There are advocates for turning unused military bases into housing for the indigent and homeless, veterans and non-veterans. They could become a useful part of society again, helping each other; making salable goods; gaining back lost pride; etc. Sorry to break into the story like this, but I have espoused this idea for years hoping that my government and other governments get the message, and I feel I must spread the word. Think of all the problems it would solve. Every city has homeless who take a toll on that city's infrastructure and finances. If each city offered a fraction of what the homeless now costs, to the project, it could be maintained. Eventually, hopefully, it would be self-maintaining.

Now back to deliciously nasty sex and my fantasies - or possibly OUR fantasies, but first:

"Sire, the men are working very hard and are most appreciative of everything you and Claude have done for them. They eat well, follow their crafts, and are almost a fighting force again. Soon, they will be able to take the field. Just a little more training, and they will be able to defend this encampment and Claude's estate. They have done well. I am proud of them. However, I have a concern. When these men reach a full readiness state, they will start getting restless."

"Marcus, why will they get restless. They have everything they need, don't they?"

"Sire, they don't have women. In the city, they had access to prostitutes and other needy women. I'm sorry to say that there were rapes in the city, and probably some of these men are guilty of that. Being older or having disabilities doesn't stop them from wanting women. Can we bring in prostitutes? It would help take the pressure off. If we don't do something, the few wives that are here may be in peril from rape. That could cause fighting among the troops. We don't want them turned into a mob. 

"I see what you mean. I'll discuss it with Claude this night. In the meantime, do your best to keep them busy, Marcus. Do you think that games will help?"

"Possibly, I'll set up contests for archery, javelin throwing, and whatever they could do to compete against each other. Could you offer money to the winners?"

"Absolutely, or maybe something better. Let me think about that, but go ahead and set up the games."

Steev goes to the Exosphere and checks the catalog. He finds a few things that might interest the men. Unfortunately, he can't conjure up women. He has two other problems. He is running out of raw material to feed the hopper of the replicator. He and Cherl have cut apart the entire floor of objects that could be thrown into the replicator hopper. The lab and sleeping areas have been denuded. The floor is empty. Nothing remains but the replicator and hopper and the room containing computer workstations/command center; Steev has tried to break into the lower portion of the sphere in order to salvage anything that could fit in the hopper; however the floor material is made of an alloy that resists even the powerful plasma cutter that has made short work of everything else.

The second problem facing him is finding a power supply to keep the Exosphere, replicator, and the computer servers operating. He is at a loss as to how to solve that problem.

That night, he is lost in thought, and at bedtime, Sera and Keri are getting restless.

Keri speaks, "Sir, what is wrong? You seem worried. Can Sera and I help?"

"Girls, you help me all the time, but this is something other than sex. I need a source of power, and I'm at a loss as to how to go about getting it. Thank you for offering though."

"If you mean power to do work, Sera and I know a way. Don't we Sera?"

"Of course, Sir. The water that comes to Claude's estate is driven here by windmills from a well about half a mile to the northwest. Would that help you?" 

"My lord, girls, that's a great idea. I could kiss you all night long for that; however, I must go back to the camp and talk to Marcus. You may play together until I return." He thinks to himself, "Why didn't I think of that?"

Steev drives his dune buggy to the camp and wakens Marcus. "Marcus, do you think the men could build several windmills near here and at 'Park Plaza', too." When Marcus says he will set the task, and his men certainly will do the job, Steev thinks that problem may be resolved. He goes to the Exosphere and hunts through the catalog screen. Eureka! He finds kits for erecting power producing turbines similar to but much smaller than those on Earth. The Earth wind turbines were necessary when fossil fuel sources dried up. He hadn't remembered them because they were on land that he hadn't frequented. But the first problem stops him in his tracks. Where will he get the raw materials? Putting off the problem, he returns to the estate and to Keri and Sera. 

Although Steev has a lot to think about, his consorts, using their mouths and vaginas, take him on a joy ride, and drain his, ahem, anxieties. Sated, the three lovers collapse into bed and attempt to sleep. They are lying spoon fashion with Steev sandwiched between the young, sweet bodies of his consorts. As he starts to drift off, he feels Sera's round bottom shiver against his groin. Although sexually replete, he becomes erect and hard as Sera's firm buttock cheeks grip his penis and begin a pulsing movement. Behind him, Keri feels the vibration and rubs her breasts against his back and her loins against Steev's rear end. The feel of their satin smooth, soft skin and their subtle movements turn him on again. Sera's butt cheeks continue their squeeze and release tactic until Steev is close to another orgasm. He wants to sleep, but he can't stop his body from reacting to the girl's ministration. Sera senses his proximity to an ejaculation; she whispers, "Kera, get your mouth close to Steev's penis. Quickly, don't lose his semen." Sera pulls her bottom away from his penis and Keri's mouth closes over it and receives his ejaculate. Sera exclaims, "Don't swallow it all, Keri. Save some for me." The girls kiss and share their bounty.

Steev is exhausted, physically and sexually; he pleas for mercy causing the girls to giggle. They have heard him make this plea numerous times but still find it humorous. They take pity on the 'old man' and roll away into a sidewise 69 position, their favorite. When Steev named it 69, they were perplexed until he showed them the Arabic numerals; since then, they, too, have referred to it as their 69. As he drifts off to sleep, he muses, "These girls are insatiable. How great to be young as they and have a constant need for physical love. But how can I, at my age -- and getting older, hope to keep up with their needs and desires. It's fortunate, though, that their sexual training included lesbian sex, and they can take care of their own needs when I falter. Back on earth, I never imagined having this problem. I can't stop thinking that I am in a sexual fantasy paradise." The last sounds he hears, as he drifts off into the arms of Morpheus, are those their mouths make as the girls pleasure each other.

The next morning back at the camp, Marcus tells him they have another problem. The waste dump that they are using is becoming a small mountain, and they need to find a way to get rid of it before it becomes a health risk.

"Marcus, I don't have time today to think about that. I have my own problems. Scout around and see if you can locate a new area for.... What did you say, Marcus?"

Marcus thinks, "Why am I cursed with a commanding officer who doesn't listen. Well, he's a civilian, not a soldier. What can I expect?" "Sir, I repeat, we have a huge hill of trash, and it is beginning to draw animals and insects. We need to find a way to dispose of it. I ask your permission to haul it off to another area on your land. If you would designate a place where the trash wouldn't be offensive, my men will carry it there."

Steev sends Marcus and three of his soldiers to get Claude's freight wagons. He has them use his dune buggy, so they can get to the warehouse faster. He and four soldiers walk to the Exosphere site where they dig through the hill to the exterior portal of the replicator hopper. He has the men build a wooden doorway around the portal to keep the hillside from sliding down and blocking it. They are curious about the green/brown surface they have dug out, but before they can ask questions, he sends them back to the camp to wait for the freight wagons. 

They are given orders to load the trash on the wagons and bring them here. In the meantime, he hunts for and finds the controls to open the exterior doors. The doors are not like the iris doors that are located a hundred and eighty degrees apart in the sphere. These are composed of two leaves that slide apart when actuated. There are another seven of these door located around the perimeter of the sphere and were for maintenance and resupplying materiel for whoever manned the station. Fortunately for Steev and Cherl, they were on duty for their two-week stint when the H weapon struck the site. 

Steev checks through the interior of the globe to see if he can find any more material to dump into the replicator's hopper, but he finds none. The Exosphere is an empty shell except for whatever lies below the diameter floor. There is probably more machinery and electronics above the ten-foot high ceiling, but the plasma torch won't cut through that construct either. He enters the computer/command center room to see if there is anything there that he can put into the hopper. 

The only things left beside the computer workstations and the bank of dials and switches are two plastex body-molding chairs that he decides to leave. He checks the power supply gauge and is horrified to find the power has dropped to forty eight percent. Hopefully, wind turbines will correct that, but the power will take another hit when he uses the replicator to produce the turbine kits. He wonders what will happen if and when the power is completely drained. He sets up the problem and inputs it into the computer. The readout states that the requirement is 37 hours to compute for an incomplete answer and approximately 19,082,600 hours for an almost complete answer. It states that a complete answer will take an infinite amount of time. Steev groans and closes the door. 

After he closes the computer room door and looks around; all he sees is the cave-like emptiness of the Exosphere. It seems like an omen to him. 

Marcus arrives with four wagons loaded with trash from the encampment. Steev has the men build a wooden chute the width of the wagon bed and long enough to reach the replicator hopper; the soldiers shovel the trash from each wagon onto the chute and into the gaping maw of the hopper. They wonder how deep this hole can be to accept such a large amount of trash. 

Marcus is a good soldier and doesn't question his commander. After they empty the wagons, Steev has the men use the chute to hide the hopper opening. He sends three of the wagons back to the warehouse and he, Marcus, and the rest of the soldiers ride back to the camp in the fourth one. Claude has given his permission for one wagon to be kept at the camp for waste disposal. Steev has just killed two birds with one stone: trash disposal and raw material for the replicator. He now has the wherewithal to produce wind turbines.

The following day, Marcus has his men start erecting the turbines from the kits that Steev has produced and demonstrated. He has enough parts to have eight of them built. Hopefully that number will be enough to satisfy the power hungry Exosphere. When he checks, he is aghast to find that replicating the turbines has reduced the power level to twenty one percent. The following day, he checks the computer to determine what will occur when power is exhausted. He is stunned when he learns the answer. 

The H weapon blast sent the ExoSphere into this dimension and stored enough energy to put it into stasis on this world; however, when the power is dissipated, the ExoSphere will be slung back to Earth as though it had been attached to a stretched out cosmic rubber band. Power must be maintained at all costs if the sphere is to remain on Romana. Steev will have to walk a fine line between replicating additional wind turbines and using them to provide additional energy. It is a Catch-22. Hopefully, the computers will be able to tell him the optimum situation to prevent a catastrophe.

Returning to the estate, he seeks out Cherl and explains their dilemma. Cherl is torn between wanting to continue leading an idyllic life on Romana and returning to the land of her birth. Steev reminds her that Earth is a war torn desolation, but she thinks that possibly enough time has passed that it has been rebuilt. After all, since they have traveled at the speed of light to get here and to return, that centuries have elapsed since they left Earth. She asks if they are not inside the ExoSphere when it snaps back, will they be thrown back anyway. Steev is unable to give her an answer but tells her that if they are, they will not survive the return journey. They must be inside to arrive alive; furthermore, there is no way to tell in advance. It will be a most difficult decision to make when the time comes.

In the meantime, word comes from the coast that a fleet of the marauder's vessels is sighted and is approaching the harbor west of their encampment. The number of ships reflects that the small army that Marcus has gathered and trained will be vastly outnumbered and will certainly be overrun. In that case, Claude's estate will be in the marauder's path if they head for the city. Moving the people out is not an option as the marauders may land elsewhere and could still endanger them if Claude chooses the wrong area to take them.

Steev wracks his brain to come up with a solution. He believes that only he can save the day. He confers with Marcus and together, they come up with a plan. They take a large contingent of their troops and return to the ExoSphere. Marcus has the men dig to the supply doors and the iris doors and then hide them with timber and sod. When they learn that the enemy has indeed landed a few kilometers to the east, the plan is set in motion. In order to offset the difference in their strengths vis a vis the enemy, Steev replicates twenty third century military battle uniforms; they are a modern equivalent of medieval chain mail and will turn away anything but a direct hit from a laser weapon. A Roman soldier wearing one may be badly bruised or even knocked unconscious, but his body will not be penetrated by an enemy weapon, sword, axe, spear, or arrow. 

Steev notes that the mail replication has dropped the ExoSphere power level to eighteen percent. He is concerned, but feels he must replicate additional materiel. If the camp and estate are overrun, the ExoSphere will be the least of his concerns. For the rest of the day, he churns out a myriad of plans, designs, diagrams, and blueprints for dozens of articles he believes can be either hand built or otherwise manufactured here on Romana. Next he begins replicating wheels made of FlexSteel rims and wide Plastex tires as large as the replicator will produce. Power level has dropped to fifteen percent, but he must continue to turn out material for the coming battle. Steev produces a quantity of short, light weight, high velocity compound bows and a like number of light, five foot recurve bows all made of high quality material. He also churns out many thousands of strong carbon arrows. The power level is down to eleven percent. He cannot allow the level to drop any more lest he lose the Exosphere that he needs for one more purpose.

Steve has Marcus set his men to building chariots for use against the marauders. With the replicated wheels, they will be able to roll on any terrain. He and Marcus show a few men how the shorter compound bows are to be used by soldiers in the chariots and the longer recurve bows by foot soldiers. With the more powerful weapons, sharper blades, and speed of the chariots, the older troops may stand a chance against the larger, heavier enemy army. He thinks of other weapons that might save the day, but he can't afford to lose the Exosphere at this time.

The men train with the new weapons until they are proficient. They take to these easier, better weapons from the start and are confident that they can win a battle against heavier odds. They feel like soldiers again.

When scouts report that the enemy has landed at the harbor five miles to the west, Marcus marches part of his troops to the Exosphere, and Steev leads the men inside. They are curious about this strange cave but are told to keep their minds on the coming battle. It isn't long before the marauders pass the sphere and are heading east toward the encampment. 

Marcus leads his troops out of the sphere through the various portals and sets up a skirmish line; he shoots a fire arrow high in the air, signaling the eastern force to attack the oncoming enemy by chariots. Their orders are to hit and retreat. His western force fires a barrage of arrows into the rear of the enemy's position and retreats. The marauders are caught in a pincer movement and the hit and run tactic; they bunch together for defense, and when additional barrages of arrows rain down on them, they are decimated and demoralized. 

Marcus wants to continue this type of warfare to keep his losses down, but his soldiers are caught up in bloodlust and request that they be allowed to attack. He agrees; the chariots attack from the east and the foot soldiers from the west. Forced to fight on two fronts against a now superior force, the marauders are wiped out with the exception of thirty men who surrender. 

The captured soldiers are taken back to the harbor, allowed to board one of their ships, and told to tell their masters that the fate that befell their brethren will happen to any further incursions. 

When the Guard troops board the rest of the marauder fleet, they discover that there are hundreds of camp followers and other women on board. The women are taken off the vessels, which are then sunk in the inlet making a breakwater that will allow only one ship at a time to enter the harbor; the women are escorted back to the encampment. 

Marcus finds that some of the women are Roman citizens who have been taken during previous raids and were forced to serve the marauders. A few of them are taken back to Rome to be reunited with family; however, many have no family to go back to and decide to stay with the men of the Guard. They would have had no means of support in Rome and could have ended up as fodder for the Arena. In Marcus' encampment, they find men who will appreciate them. The enemy's camp followers will take some of the sexual pressure off the men not fortunate to find a mate among the freed women.

The captive women are stripped of clothing and forced to march through the Guard encampment to the catcalls and jeers of the soldiers. They are subjected to slaps and pinches by the men and, by the time they are permitted to rest, they have black and blue bruises from their thighs to their breasts. They are fed but are told they must repay the soldiers with their bodies. 

Most of the eighty-four foreign women resign themselves to whatever sexual activity awaits them, but a few younger ones rebel and are harshly dealt with. They are bent over wooden trestles normally used as legs for a bench or table. Their ankles are pegged far apart leaving their vaginas exposed and open. Thin nooses braided from horsehair are looped around their breasts and pegged to the ground. The women have their hands free but cannot rise as the nooses tighten around their mammary glands when they try to move. They are in danger of having their breasts cut by the horsehair nooses should they attempt to change their position.




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The horny soldiers line up, and, one by one, they fuck the women. As soon as one soldier finishes, two other captive women rush up and orally clean the semen from her vagina and lick her clean. Then another soldier moves up and penetrates the captive. From time to time, a soldier will forsake the captive's vagina and empty his seed into her anus. Nevertheless, another captive woman removes the semen and licks her clean. These couplings continue until the soldiers are sated, and then the women are released. Their buttocks and thighs are battered and bruised. The soldiers have gripped their breasts and have left them black and blue; in some cases, the horsehair nooses have cut deeply into their flesh. Their bellies are reddened and torn in places from leaning over the wooden railings.

Cordele, who is now Marcus' wife, and holds a prestigious place in the camp hierarchy, has a group of the freed Roman women attend to the various wounds of the sexually battered foreign women. Some of the captives are so damaged by their ordeal that they are unconscious and even close to death. Cordele could not have stopped this Arena-like situation, but she vows to Marcus that she will leave his bed if he allows it to occur again. He knows better than to thwart her, and he calls for his lieutenants and tells them to prevent any further occurrences of this nature. 

Marcus and Cordele gather the freed Roman women and have them pick the men they want to live with. If at a later date, they find their choice to be not to their best interest, they may find another mate among the men. With this in mind, the soldiers realize they had better treat the women gently and with deference or lose them to another soldier. 

Sixty-two of the captive women who had not been brutally raped are given the choice of forming a brothel for the soldiers or each woman given to a group of men. They unanimously choose the latter. The remaining soldiers who weren't chosen by the Roman women are divided into sixty-two groups of five each; lots are drawn and the captives are given over to the groups. 

They are told that should they attempt escape that they will receive harsh punishment. The first attempt will result in having their bellies, buttocks, and breasts branded with a hot iron. The second attempt will result in death by whipping. It remains to be seen as to the use of the twenty-two savagely raped foreign women.

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The Year is 2132 Ch. 06



Intro: In our universe, the unbroken hymen is located near the entrance of the vagina; however, in the parallel universe of Romana, I have chosen to locate it further into the vagina to the rear of the entrance and the (easily stimulated) G-spot. I have also imbued the Romana women with strong vaginal muscle especially at the entrance. 

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Cherl purchases another slave girl

"Cordele, nice of you to come see me. I've missed having you in my bed at night, but I can understand your reluctance to have lesbian sex since your ordeal in the arena. Are you feeling better?"

"Oh yes, Missie. I believe I'm back to normal -- almost. I have been a bit concerned about discussing something with you, but I can't keep it back any longer." Cordele seems nervous, so Cherl waits patiently for the woman to speak.

"It concerns Marcus, the Centurion who took pity on me where you found Sylvi and me. He has been coming here since he and Steev began assembling a private Guard to protect this estate. 

"We have been talking for a couple of weeks now, and I - - we - - we find that we care for one another great deal. He knows that I'm your slave, and he would like to buy me. Would you consider selling me to him?" 

Cherl remains silent, surprised at the request.

At Cherl's hesitation, Cordele rushes on, "Missie, I love you and sex with you is lovely, but I am heterosexual, and I would very much like to have that kind of relationship with a man. If you say no, I will completely understand. After all you've done for me, I owe you not only my life but also my devotion. I will spend the rest of my life with one pursuit in mind: pleasing you in bed and out. Forgive me if my request is out of order; say no and I'll never mention it again."

Finally, Cherl finds her voice and interrupts Cordele's nervous rambling. "Oh Cordele, I love you and would miss you terribly if you weren't with me, but since I do love you, I have no choice but to let you have any chance of your own happiness. However, I won't sell you to Marcus."

"Do you mean that I'll still be your slave, but you'll permit me to marry Marcus?" Cordele asks hesitantly.

"Absolutely not, Cordele. That wouldn't work. I'd still want you in my bed occasionally and that could possibly affect your relationship with Marcus. No, Cordele, what I meant was that I will set you free. I haven't paid Claude for your debts as yet, but I will as soon as we can prepare papers for your manumission. As far as I'm concerned, you are a free woman from this moment on."

Cordele breaks into tears and throws her arms around Cherl. Her body shakes with her sobbing, and she clings to Cherl as tightly as she can. 

"Missie, may I call you Cherl now that you consider me a free citizen?" asks Cordele as she sobs into Cherl's shoulder.

"Of course, Cordele," replies Cherl with a smile. "We are equals now."

"Cherl, I have another request. I hope with all my heart that you honor this one, too. I have loved you since you first bought me and have enjoyed being in your bed, but I haven't had the pleasure of licking your vagina. I made a silent promise to you and to myself that I would perform and enjoy that privilege. Please allow me to satisfy myself." 

Cherl is taken aback. After Cordele had spent over two hours in the Arena with her tongue in her daughter's vulva, Cherl thought that the last thing Cordele would want to do would be to lick another vagina.

"Oh Cordele, of course, but you don't have to do that. You are really free now."

"Cherl, allow me to bring you to orgasm by licking you as my first free act. Please." Cordele is practically begging, and Cherl certainly isn't one to turn down a good offer.

Cherl looks at Cordele for a few seconds, smiles and drops her chiton on the floor. Cordele drops hers and the two women go to Cherl's bed. Cordele is now somewhat of an expert in performing cunnilingus as she had spent hours in the Arena using her tongue in her daughter's vagina. 

"Cherl, I'd like to lick you from behind. I couldn't tell you why, but that appeals to me. Could you get on your knees and spread them far apart? Raise your bottom as high as possible in that position and put your breasts down on the bed. That is the position I have been picturing you in for days. Oh yes, that's it. It is so exciting to see you that way." 

Cordele lies across the bed and presses her face between Cherl's buttocks. She pushes her tongue into Cherl's vagina and begins a push pull motion that sends Cherl soaring. She feels like she is being fucked by Cordele's tongue that has become a penis. That sensation grows stronger and stronger, and Cherl's juices start to flow so heavily that Cordele's face is soon covered with it. 

"Don't stop, Cordele; please don't stop. What you are doing is so delicious that I would have you do it for hours. I'm not sure I can come this way, but it feels great." 

Cordele does stop in spite of Cherl's admonition. "Cherl, you are flowing so heavily that I lose friction with my tongue. I seem to be pumping your flow when I press my tongue into you. From time to time, I'll have to suck you as you're filling up so much. Anyway, your juices are going up my nose, and I'm in danger of drowning." She laughs at the humorous aspect. 

Cherl gets a mental picture of Cordele drowning between her buttocks, and she begins laughing. "Maybe I should turn over on my back, so you would be above my pussy and wouldn't be in such a vulnerable position, Cordele."

"Oh no, Cherl. Please bear with me. I am enjoying this way very much. If I take my tongue out of you from time to time and suck the juices from your vagina, this way will work. I'm sure I can continue this until you orgasm. Please let me try."

"You won't get any argument from me, Cordele. I love this. I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable in what you're doing. I certainly don't want you to drown." She begins laughing again. "Am I really flowing that hard? You're doing marvelous things with your tongue, but I didn't realize it could make me so much juicier. Honey, I don't care if I never orgasm this way; just continue what you're doing. Of course, I'll expect you to stop in three or four hours." She laughs again at her own witticism. 

"Oh my gawd! I'm coming. I'm comminnnggg. Ooooh. Ooooh. I wasn't expecting that. Ooooh. I'm going to come again, Cordele. Ooooh." Cherl flattens out on the bed and tries to put her legs together, but can't because Cordele's face is still between her buttock cheeks. "Cordele, pull away for a moment. I need to squeeze my thighs together. I'll be fine in a minute, and if you want to continue, I'll put my ass back up in the air. Right now, I need to come down to Earth -- or should that be to Romana? Sorry, Cordele; just a private joke." 

When her spasms stop, she raises her butt and spreads her knees: Cordele resumes tongue fucking her. "Cordele, I've never been fucked by a man, but I imagine this is what it would feel like doggy fashion. I'll explain that later, but for now, please don't stop." 

Cordele has taken Cherl's "I'll expect you to stop in three or four hours" literally. She had had her tongue in Sylvi's vagina for over two hours, but isn't sure she could keep her tongue in Cherl for twice that long. After another forty-five minutes and numerous orgasms, her tongue begins to tire. She has been applying it much more vigorously than she did that day in the Arena. "Cherl, I will have to take a short rest before I can continue for several hours more. I am so sorry."

"Oh my goodness, Cordele. I wasn't serious about you tongue fucking me for three or four more hours. I feel so bad that I have made you uncomfortable. Rest. Rest awhile. Lay back and let me eat you."

Cherl pushes Cordele onto her back and goes down on her. Cordele's scent is very strong, as she can't bathe often because there are no showers at the encampment. This doesn't deter Cherl; in fact, Cordele's heavy pubic scent is a heady aphrodisiac. Cherl licks and sucks the woman's pussy until her vagina opens and Cherl is able to probe deep inside. Cordele's juices are also very strong and Cherl purrs with pleasure. She is so busy eating Cordele's genitals that she forgets that the woman wants to eat her. After several orgasms, Cordele has to remind Cherl. "Cherl, can you resume your previous position with your bottom up in the air? Let me lick you again." 

She licks and sucks Cherl's vagina until Cherl has to beg Cordele to pause. "Cordele, please stop for a while. I am gasping for air and my body is quivering with pleasure, but I can't take any more just now." Cherl pushes Cordele's face from her crotch. She takes Cordele's face in her hands, kisses Cordele repeatedly and licks her own juices from Cordele's face. It seems that every time she has had sex with one of the women in this household, it is the best, the most delicious, sex she has ever had. She wonders where the upper limit is and whether she will ever reach it. Cherl sincerely hopes not.

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It only takes a day for Claude to summon the necessary participants for the manumission of Cordele's indenture. When Claude's advocate has the necessary papers signed, Cordele kisses everyone in the room including the advocate, Claude's manservant, Paul, and two of Marcus' soldiers, who have come with Marcus to drive them back to the encampment. Everyone, including the soldiers, has tears in their eyes. 

Sylvi has mixed emotions. While she is happy for her mother, she has established a new bond with Cordele since that day in the Arena and will miss her mother's day-to-day presence. She also has some apprehension about being Cherl's only slave girl. She will have Cherl all to herself, but there will be times when Cherl will not be available, and Sylvi has come to need sex. She has turned her back on her heterosexual side, and craves the taste and texture of a woman's vagina. Of course, she can always turn to Sera, Keri, or one of the musicians, but she finds herself wanting a girl of her own. She is embarrassed to think that way after her many protestations of being heterosexual. 

During the Arena ordeal, she had tried to divorce herself from the act of committing incest with her mother by imagining it was Cherl she was tonguing. She was successful most of the time and realized that she actually wanted to lick Cherl's vulva. Now, after experiencing lesbian sex with the women and girls in the household, she finds the homosexual act to be immensely desirable. But since the other girls are paired up, she would like to be paired with another girl, also. She wonders if it would be too brash of her to broach the subject with Cherl. 

She finds herself getting wet just thinking of having another young girl to eat. Sylvi smiles to herself for using that term. It is a word that Cherl uses and Sylvi has begun using it. Another term that Cherl uses that Sylvi likes is 'kitten' instead of vulva. Sylvi is pleased by it and has begun using it with the other girls in the household.

Now, when Cherl or Steev uses the term 'kitten' as an endearment, the girls smirk and giggle, picturing themselves not as a baby cat but as a human size vulva. Cherl and Steev are puzzled by the girls' reactions to the word. 

When Sylvi, too asks Cherl for an audience several days after her mother's departure, Cherl immediately worries that Sylvi wants to get married, too, and is going to leave. Steeling her composure, Cherl invites Sylvi into her room. "Yes, sweet child, who's the man?"

"What man, Miss? I don't know what you mean. I would like to speak with you about a sex matter that has troubled me since my mother went with Marcus. I don't mean I was having sex with her since the Arena, but I've been thinking about it." Sylvi is flustered by Cherl's reaction and has difficulty expressing her request. "I don't mean I was thinking about having sex with my mother. I mean I wanted to have sex, but when mother left, It began bothering me. I don't mean not having sex with my mother was bothering me because I wasn't having sex with my mother. I mean...Miss, I'm mixed up. May I start again?" 

Cherl is confused, too, but nods her consent.

"Miss, when the other girls have sex, they sometimes pair off and leave me waiting. I feel like I'm not wanted, and I want to be wanted. I want someone to want me... Oh Miss, I don't mean you don't want me. I mean..." Sylvi still wasn't getting this right. She hoped that Cherl would forgive her for her lack of eloquence.

"May I start again, Miss? Well, I would like to have a partner, and... oh, I don't mean you, Miss. I mean I do want to have sex with you, Miss, but I want a sex partner. I don't mean you aren't a good sex partner. I just mean I want another partner. Oh, not instead of you..." Sylvi breaks into tears, grabs her chiton and runs from the room -- nude. 

A few minutes later, she knocks at Cherl's door and when Cherl bids her enter, she walks in -- still nude -- and drops her chiton on the floor. She takes a deep breath and blurts out, "I would like to have my own girl. I mean I would like you to buy another girl for me...actually for you...but one I could use and have sex with without you. I don't mean instead of you. I mean to have sex with when you're gone. I don't mean that you're going away, but when you are busy, or...Miss, I don't know how to say it. I can come back later when you're not busy. I don't mean when you're not too busy to have sex with me." Sylvi resumes crying, picks up her chiton, and leaves again - - nude.

Cherl stifles the urge to laugh and runs to the door. "Sylvi, come back here. Let's talk about this." She notices that Sylvi has peed on the floor, but she doesn't say anything to the girl. She will clean it up after the talk with Sylvi; she points to the girl's wet legs and hands her a towel. 

Before Sylvi can start crying again, Cherl puts her arm around her and tells her that getting a companion for her is a great idea, and that they should purchase one as soon as possible. Cherl is still having difficulty keeping a straight face. 

When she hears that Cherl is sympathetic to her needs and will purchase a companion for her, Sylvi runs from the room to tell the other girls. A few seconds later, she knocks on Cherl's door again and asks if she can come in and get her chiton. She picks up the chiton and leaves, but almost immediately knocks on Cherl's door and tells Cherl that she had peed on the floor and asks if Cherl would permit her to use the towel that she wiped her legs with to wipe up the floor. 

Cherl walks with the girl and spreads the towel over the wet spot. She tells Sylvi to run along but to put her chiton on correctly, as it is inside out and backwards. Sylvi grins, changes her chiton around and skips off. Cherl goes back into her bedroom, closes the door and bursts out laughing. She feels better after the laugh and because Sylvi didn't ask for her freedom to get married. She adores the beautiful child, this child who thinks she's an adult. How can she have been a woman one moment in the Arena and, then, act like a naive teenager the next? 



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It has been nearly a year since Steev and Cherl arrived on Romana: Its initial stored energy has sustained the Exosphere, but extensive use has been draining that power. Steev is consumed with worry over the Exosphere. The power level keeps dropping, and when it reaches zero, the sphere will snap back to Earth. Steev has several things to worry about: How much Earth time has elapsed since he and Cherl were catapulted here? Is it just the time they have been here? Is it time reckoned by the speed the Exosphere traveled? Will the sphere land in the same place? Will it end up on the surface or possibly kilometers below the surface? If he and Cherl are in the sphere when it snaps back, will they be safe? If they are not in it when it snaps back, will they snap back anyway -- through space, through hyperspace, through a wormhole -- another -- dimension -- whatever? The computer output would take millennia to provide that information, and they have possibly only days -- weeks at the most - to make a decision to ride it back or stay here. Neither way can be predicted as safe. 

He has been walking a tightrope erecting wind turbines for power to the Exosphere, but the energy level continues dropping, as he must use the replicator to produce new turbine kits. There is no way to balance the two and the power level needle continues to advance toward zero. Steev decides that he will stay here and take his chances that he won't be snapped back through space and killed. 

Cherl is of another mind. She thinks they'll die if they stay where they are as this isn't their home world. Her scientific training tells her that they'll snap back along with the Exosphere -- inside it or outside it. She opts to be inside the sphere when it loses stasis and returns to Earth. She asks Steev to say her goodbyes to the household if he survives. Otherwise, they both will disappear without explanation. 

Possibly, Marcus will notice the encasing hillock's collapse when the Exosphere departs, but he won't know the significance of that event. He may not connect the disappearance of Steev and Cherl with that of the strange cave he has been inside only once. 

Both Steev and Cherl think about explaining to Claude what is about to happen, but finally decide against it. He may not believe it anyway.

When the needle reaches .02 percent, Cherl enters the sphere, straps herself into a command center plastex chair, and waits for whatever happens next. She and Steev have said goodbye, and he has taken a small briefcase with one of the computers in it. In his bedchamber he watches the computer screen as the energy needle reaches zero and breathes a sigh of relief for himself. He and the computer remain on Romana; he feels a pang of grief for Cherl and wonders what she'll find on Earth IF she reaches that planet. Possibly the planet no longer exists and the Exosphere will hurtle into outer space for eternity. 

Steev immediately returns to the area he calls "Park Place," the hillock where the Exosphere was buried no longer exists. He is unable to fight his curiosity about the fate of the Exosphere. When he arrives at Park Place, there is just a forty-foot hole with some loose dirt and plant life at the bottom. The sphere had snapped back as he had figured. Cherl is gone.

"Steev, don't stand there. Get this dirt off me." Steev rushes to the side of the mound and finds Cherl partially buried under the rubble. He claws his way through the dirt until he frees her and brushes her off. 

"What happened? Did the Exosphere expel you?" He is elated that she is still alive and here on Romana. He hugs her and kisses her dirty face. "I'm so glad to see you, Cherl. I thought you were gone forever."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm glad to see you, too, but get your hands off my ass and let me go. Find me something to wear. I decided to stay on Romana and take my chances; I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Sylvi and the rest of you; I realized that I would rather be dead. When I left the sphere, the iris door closed on my chiton, and ripped it off; most likely the Exosphere took it back to Earth with it.

"I didn't move fast enough when the hill collapsed, and I was buried under the falling dirt. I have dirt in my eyes, in my mouth, and it feels like it's in my pussy. I've been digging my way out for the last ten minutes. If you hadn't come along and helped, I might have suffocated. Can you get me back to the house? I need a bath.

"It was weird, Steev. When the Exosphere disappeared, there was no sound or movement from it. One second it was here, and the next it wasn't. If I had hesitated one microsecond more, I'd be standing in the iris doorway right now, and I'd be experiencing whatever happens to a human body in hyperspace. Please, get me back to the house, ASAP."




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They climb aboard Steev's dune buggy contraption and pedal furiously back to the estate. They walk through the house past the servants, the girls, and Claude and Zhanet. Everyone stares at the two filthy people, one dressed and the other one naked, but no one has the nerve to ask them what had happened to them. 

Forty minutes later, Steev and Cherl reappear, bathed and dressed. Cherl looks at the group of people staring at them again and asks, "What's for dinner?"



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Several days after the Exosphere returned to Earth, Cherl enlists the aid of Claude, Zhanet, Sylvi and Steev in picking out a server from the Academy. They are the first patrons to arrive at the Academy server mart on Dies Lunae, Monday. They will have first chance at buying a young female companion for Sylvi. 

"Steev, why did you come along?" asks Zhanet. "You do not know the procedure for selecting a server."

Steev looks sheepish and replies, "Zhanet, how could I pass up the opportunity to see a group of nubile, beautiful, young, nude, teenage girls? I'd be crazy to pass up this chance." Zhanet looks at Cherl, and for the third or fourth time in as many weeks, says, "Men!"

"Cherl, may I have one with big tits?" Sylvi pleads. 

Zhanet asks, "What are tits, Sylvi? And why are big ones a criterion?"

"That's what Cherl calls mammae. I like big ones. They're more fun to play with and bite. Milla has big tits, and she lets me suck and bite hers. I would like to have a girl with tits like Milla's."

"Sylvi, I am with you to see that you make the best choice. I don't understand why Cherl is allowing you to pick one. The girl will belong to Cherl, not you. A slave girl cannot own another slave girl. Cherl, explain you're reasoning, please."

"Zhanet, I want Sylvi to be pleased. She'll stop pestering if she has the girl she wants; however, the girl has to pass my requirements, too," Cherl explained. "You can decide if our choice meets your standards, also. All three of us must be all be satisfied. Then, too, she must be acceptable to Claude if she is going to be part of his household. And Steev, he'll want the girl to be stacked -- have a figure he can drool over. We will all have to make the decision, but I've allowed Sylvi to pick her choice, and then, the rest of us will see that the girl passes muster. Agreed? Wow, there are a lot of good-looking naked females here. No wonder Steev wanted to come along."

The girls for sale are lined up on tiers. They are vying for attention by posing and trying to put their best attributes forward. They are all so attractive that Cherl doesn't know how anyone can make a decision. However, Sylvi doesn't seem to have trouble picking one out. She points to a girl up on the third tier and declares that that's the one she wants. 

The girl's breasts aren't particularly huge, but they are full and firm. Her nipples are long and erect and Cherl contemplates sucking them. She looks over the girl's other features. Her waist is narrow, her bottom is full and round, she has beautiful legs, and her face is very pretty; although some of the other girls are just as pretty, this young woman has a special facial quality that the others don't have. The girl's dark auburn hair is long and luxurious, her gray eyes light up her face, and her full pink lips invite kisses. Yes, Cherl can second Sylvi's choice. 

Zhanet motions the girl to come down to the floor level. She has the girl turn slowly around while Zhanet feels her buttocks, her thighs, her pert breasts, and her trimmed pubes. Zhanet nods her approval. She asks the girl to stick out her tongue as far as she can. Again, Zhanet nods and Sylvi begins feeling the girl's body. She can't wait to get her new toy home.

"Cherl, may I have this one? Please? I don't see another I like better." She puts her finger in the girl's 'kitten' and exclaims, "She still has her hymen, Cherl. Can we buy her?" Sylvi licks her finger and then puts it in her mouth and sucks it clean. "Cherl, she tastes sweet. Would you like to taste her?"

Before Cherl can answer, Zhanet interrupts, "Sylvi, Cherl may purchase this child. It wouldn't be fitting for her to taste the girl's secretions." 

"Zhanet, do I understand that it is not correct to lick a slave's pudenda?" Cherl thinks of when she ate out Cordele.

"Of course not, Cherl. You may do anything you like with someone you own, but you shouldn't taste her in public. We must maintain decorum when we're not alone with our slaves. As mistress of our household, I meant only to chastise Sylvi for being impudent."

The women turn to see if the men agree, but they are too busy walking up and down appraising the rest of the nude young women. Cherl can discern that Steev has an erection bulging in his toga, but she just smiles and keeps that fact to herself. She is momentarily annoyed by his lack of control, until she realizes that her pussy is wet. All the beautiful naked flesh is turning her on, too. 

When Claude and Steev return from their brief tour, Cherl points out the girl that they have decided to buy. 

Steev looks her over and says to Cherl, in English, "I can see why you have chosen her. She's a very nice package. Do you know her name yet?"

The girl looks at Steev and says in a strange but understandable English, "Sir, my name is Heather."

Steev and Cherl are taken aback. Cherl asks, "How are you able to speak English?"

"Ma'am, my mother was a Briton. My father was a Roman soldier who had been deployed in Britain during the Roman occupation. He brought my mother here. When my father failed to return from another battle, my mother was sent to the Arena as an unwed mother. I never saw her again. I was six years old at the time and was sent to the Academy as a dead soldier's child. Today is the first time I've spoken English since my mother was taken away. I had learned English from my mother, and I try to think in English in case I can ever go back to my mother's homeland.

Cherl takes Steev aside, "Steev, evidently the child's mother was brought by a Roman soldier from somewhere in the British Isles and most likely through Gaul - France, down through the Italian peninsula to Rome. It must have been an exhausting journey especially if she were pregnant at the time. 

"I have seen some maps and this area of Romana is almost identical with the same area of our Earth. The Romans here call it Romana as they have conquered most of their known world. It probably is called something else in lands they don't know about. I would hazard a guess that the rest of the planet is similar to Earth.

"Steev, just watch how this girl walks and moves. She has a natural grace and exudes sex. She is my first choice because she turns me on and not just because Sylvi wants her. I definitely want to buy her."

She turns to Heather, "Girl, you please me, but are you sure want to be a part of our household? I don't want someone who will be rebellious. Are you going to try to escape to find your way back to Britain? If you're not sure, I'll find another girl."

"Oh Ma'am, I am so glad that I please you. If you purchase me, I'll do my best to serve you in bed and out. You won't be sorry you picked me. No, I know that going back to Britain is just a fantasy. I have no idea where in Britain my mother lived; I wouldn't know where to find her relatives. I will be content to live in and be a responsible member of your household. Do I understand that I would be the personal property of the youngest of you ladies?"

"No, child, you would be the property of this woman." Zhanet points to Cherl. "However, you will be the sex mate to Sylvi here. You two will pleasure Cherl when she wants you; otherwise, you will be Sylvi's companion. You may have sex with each other when you're not otherwise occupied, but you must have your mistress Cherl's permission. You will be punished if you don't have that permission."

"I understand, Ma'am. I will obey all of your household rules. I am obedient and submissive. I won't disappoint you in any way. Will I be used by the men, too?"

"No Heather. Only the women." There is a fleeting sadness that momentarily dulls the girl's eyes, but she perks up and asks again if she will be purchased. 

Cherl notes the changes in Heather's demeanor, but can see that the server is anxious to be owned by her. 

Zhanet finds the proctor and sets the girl's purchase in motion. When the papers have been signed and monies paid over, Heather is bent over a table. The proctor asks Cherl if she wants the girl tattooed or branded with a hot iron on her left breast or her buttocks. Cherl gasps and tells him that a tattoo on her buttocks will suffice. She draws a picture of a dove and suggests that as her signet. 

A young woman is called to tattoo Heather's left buttock cheek close to her perineum. Heather reaches back and pulls her buttock cheeks apart. The tattoo artist draws a small dove with blue ink. Then, she takes a needle and presses it into Heather's flesh until the design is complete. She wipes away the excess ink, turns and smiles. Heather officially belongs to Cherl.

"Ma'am, I am so happy to belong to you. May I hug you?" Heather asks, and Cherl hugs her, steps back and allows Sylvi and then Zhanet to hug her. 

Steev steps up thinking he'll hug the naked girl, too, but Zhanet waggles a finger in front of his face, and he steps back. When the group is ready to leave, Heather is handed a narrow loincloth to wear to her new home. Other than sandals, she has no other possessions.



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When they arrive at the estate, Cherl asks Heather if she would like something to eat. "Oh yes, Ma'am. I wasn't given food or drink this morning, and I'm very hungry. May I have some sanguis, too?"

Cherl asks, "What is sanguis in English, Heather?" 

"Blood, Ma'am. Human or animal blood," says Heather.

Cherl turns to Zhanet and shrugs her shoulders. Zhanet tells her, "Cherl, everyone at the Academy drinks blood at the morning meal. It helps keep them strong and fit. Haven't you noticed the carafe of blood on the morning table? Even Claude has a cup with his morning meal. We all do - - well, I haven't seen you or Steev partake. You eat meat, Cherl. What is the difference?" 

Cherl tries not to make a face. 

Paul brings Heather food, wine, and a cup of the reddish brown liquid. She wolfs everything down, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiles up at Cherl. 

"Ma'am, what are my duties? I'm ready for any tasks you have for me. Again, thank you for buying me. I am so happy to belong to you."

Cherl tells Heather to go with the other girls and have them show her around. Cherl plans to find a chiton for her to wear, instead of the loincloth. The loincloth hangs low on the girl's hips; the front flap is only five inches wide and barely hides the girl's pubic area. The rear strip covers not much more than the cleavage between her buttocks. 

"Ma'am, this loincloth is fine unless you don't want my breasts to be bare. This is the first clothing I've had to wear in more than a year, and I'm content with it. It is quite adequate and comfortable. I don't wish to burden you."

Cherl looks at Heather's firm, beautiful breasts, and thinks that she likes them bare. Well, the chiton can wait. She tells Sylvi to take Heather and introduce her to the other girls. 

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Sylvi takes the younger girl to see the musicians and Sera and Keri. She proudly hints that Heather belongs to her and is her companion. 

The girls ply Heather with questions about the Academy and the Pleasure Time. They ask her about Study Time and Music Time teachers who taught them and whom they liked. They want to know all about Heather's experiences during the Pleasure Time. 

"Heather, we heard that the girls in the classes after ours would have their tongues made longer. Did you have that done to yours?"

Heather doesn't answer, but sticks her tongue out and touches the bottom of her chin with it. The girls squeal with excitement. "How did you make that happen, Heather? How was your tongue stretched like that?"

Heather sticks her tongue out again and the girls ooh and aah. "Well, a doctor would press a needle into several places on our tongues and then coat it with a thick gooey substance that burned. It hurt quite a bit, but I guess it did something to the muscles in our tongues. From then on, everyday, we had to stretch our tongues by licking honey out of the bottom of a tube. We were given longer and longer tubes until our tongues grew this long." Heather sticks her tongue out again. 

"We were told that we would have to stretch our tongues until we could reach and lick everywhere inside a woman's vagina including her cervix. We had to practice for hours with a clay vessel shaped like a vagina. We also practiced on our Academy teachers and the Pleasure Time teachers every day. We learned to stroke a woman's G-spot with our tongues until we could make her ejaculate. We would have games to see who could elicit an ejaculation in the shortest time. It was a lot of fun, and we got to ingest a lot of vaginal juices.

The other girls would all love her to demonstrate on them, but they know they need permission from Cherl and wouldn't dare request that little service. They recall what the consequences were when Delia licked Sylvi without permission. They will bide their time, but each anticipates that she will be the first to feel that exquisitely long, facile tongue inside her 'kitten'. 

Sylvi keeps her arm around Heather's slim waist demonstrating her possession of the new addition to the household.

"Heather, Sylvi has taught us new sex terms that she learned from Cherl. Sylvi, tell her the words that we use all the time now." Sera enjoys hearing the words, but she is still hesitant to use them.

"Well, first there's 'kitten' which Cherl uses for vagina or pudenda. Actually she says 'pussy' in her native language, but she says it means kitten. Then instead of cunnilingus, she says 'eating pussy.' I suppose she means eating vaginal secretions." Sylvi explains.

Sylvi slips her hand up and cups Heather's breast and squeezes a little. Heather coos and purrs and puts her face against Sylvi's. Sylvi pretends the 'feel' was not deliberate, but the other girls snicker when she does it. They would love to feel Heather's full, firm breasts, too.

"She also uses the word 'cunt' for vagina or vulva, but she says it's vulgar, and we shouldn't use it, but we do say it anyway, don't we, girls?" The girls agree and giggle. "Cherl also says 'fuck' to mean when a man penetrates a woman with his penis, but she also uses it for any sex act even between two women."

"Heather, what does your vagina, uh, kitten taste like. Do you taste yourself?" Delia asks. She would love to lick Heather's pussy to see how she tastes.

"When I'm in bed after lights out, I masturbate, and then I ingest my secretions and discharges, so I'm familiar with how I taste," Heather answers. "My vagina is a bit salty and tangy most of the month, but when I have my menses, of course, I taste like blood, like sanguis."

Heather asks about their duties, and if they know what will be required of her other than sexually. She asks if they are allowed sex with men in the household and is deeply disappointed with the answer. 

Delia tells Heather that Claude owns her and her sister musicians, and they may have sex with Claude, but since Cherl owns her, Heather may only serve women. Heather's eyes tear up as she struggles to assimilate her role. 

When Zhanet had told her at the time she had been purchased that she was to serve only women, she thought it had be some mistake. That could not be happening. For many months during the Pleasure Time, she dreamt of having sexual intercourse with a male. She had practiced assiduously with her tongue and mouth, and her vaginal and anal muscles for that possibility. She realizes that for the rest of her life, she will never know a man's hands on her body or the feel of his penis in her mouth, vagina, or anus. She feels like her heart will break. Heather has been trained to accept being owned by either a man or a woman, but she had not been able to completely overcome her desires.

She had wanted to be purchased by a man, but she knows it is better to be owned by a kind woman than the possibility of being subjected to a cruel male taskmaster. She purges the aspect of sex with a man from her mind and will try not to fantasize about it any longer. She will service only females in her lifetime and she accepts that fact, if reluctantly.

The girls talk for an hour but have only touched the surface of their curiosity. They will question her at length at another time, but they must prepare for the noon meal. Heather is asked to join them to learn the mealtime responsibilities. 

Heather is given the task of keeping wine glasses full. When she bends to pour the wine, her magnificent breasts hang before each of the diners, and each pauses to admire her gorgeous globes. 

Steev drinks his wine quickly, so that the young woman must bend over more frequently to keep his crystallus filled, and he eventually leaves the table a bit unsteadily. 

Sylvi can't wait to take Heather to bed and make use of the girl's talented tongue. She knows that Cherl will want to use Heather's tongue first, but she certainly hopes she will get to use it next. Cherl has not taken Heather as yet because she wants the girl to become acclimated to her new home and role. 

Sylvi and Heather have been gossiping with the musicians and Steev's consorts, Sera and Keri; sex has been the main topic of conversation and Sylvi and Heather are horny from listening to all the sensual discussions; Sylvi has become anxious for Heather to have sex with Cherl, so they can begin having sex with each other. 

Since purchasing Heather, Zhanet and Cherl have been sewing tunics for the younger women to wear. The one-shouldered chitons that the girls have been wearing are floor length and have been dropped so frequently that they need to be washed and repaired. The short tunics they are making will be better for general wear than the more formal attire. The tunics are very short, open down the front, and have long armholes. They overlap a bit in the front and are to be belted closed. 

Zhanet thinks they will be less of a hindrance when the girls are doing their chores. Of course, Heather is still wearing her loincloth and doesn't seem to be in a hurry to wear anything else. Her breasts are so beautiful that the rest of the household is in no hurry for them to be covered, but if visitors were to arrive, the attire would be inappropriate.

In the midst of the older women's work, Sylvi and Heather come rushing into the room where Zhanet and Cherl are working and Sylvi blurts out, "Miss, we are so hungry and would like to eat you. Can we, please? Just this once; right now; please?"

Zhanet is stunned, "Girls, don't we feed you enough? Have you turned into cannibals? Why in Jupiter's name would you want to feast on Cherl's flesh?"

Sylvi has been in trouble before by speaking before she thinks. She has become so used to using "eat" as a sexual term that she fails to understand what Zhanet means. 

"Cannibals? No, we don't want to eat Cherl's flesh. I want to eat her 'kitten', her 'pussy.' Heather and I both want to eat it. We've been good; we've waited for two days now since Heather arrived so please let us before we die of hunger."

Zhanet is really confused at this point; she turns to Cherl who is biting her lip to keep from laughing. Cherl shakes her head, widens her eyes, and shrugs; she pretends not to know what Sylvi is talking about. Sylvi stamps her foot in frustration and realizes that she, as a slave girl, has made a serious mistake. "I'm sorry I stamped my foot. I won't do it again. Please forgive me. Oh, how do I get myself into these situations?" 




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"Cherl, do you have a cat? Why do these children want to eat it? I haven't seen one around here. Maybe they have already eaten it and want another one to eat. Girls, isn't beef good enough for you? Drink more sanguis. That should slake your appetite for meat." 

Cherl can't hold back. She bursts out laughing and tries to explain to Zhanet what Sylvi means, but she is so wracked with laughter that she makes no sense to Zhanet. Steev and Claude enter the room to see what the commotion is about, but when Cherl tries to explain between her peals of laughter, they are just as confused as Zhanet. Finally, Cherl gives up, takes the two girls by the hand and drags them off to her bedchamber, leaving Zhanet, Claude, and Steev to wonder what just occurred.



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 Capitulus VII (Chapter 07)

Sylvi learns a painful lesson.

It has been a few weeks since the Exosphere disappeared and Steev has been having withdrawal symptoms. He will never be able to replicate anything anymore. The replicator has been a way of life since he and Cherl arrived on Romana, and he wonders how they will fare now that the replicator is gone. 

Over the few weeks when he knew the replicator was about to vanish, Steev had used the wind turbine's power to make as many items that he thought Cherl and he would require to live in this primitive era. He and Cherl had made out long lists, but he knew that they couldn't think of everything and that the supplies that he did replicate wouldn't last the rest of their days on Romana. The tons of materiel, blueprints, plans, raw materials, etc. were now stored in Claude's warehouse where no one else would see them and wonder about their purpose.

The sixteen wind turbines that were built, sapping the Exosphere's energy, are situated west of the Guard encampment and just east of the area where the Exosphere was parked, "Park Place". They are still broadcasting power but there is nothing receiving it. Steev had made items that he thought could utilize that power, but he is reluctant to set them up. He is concerned that the Senate might take a dim view of his "wizardry."

He wants to keep a low profile; however, it may be too late. The arsenal and other items he 'conjured up' for the Guard to use to defend the estate are attracting attention already. He doesn't want to exacerbate the situation.

Unfortunately, something happens to draw even more attention to the estate. One of the recalcitrant foreign women has been caught, trying to escape, by a Roman military unit. The local Prefecture sends a delegation to the Guard encampment to determine if any more prisoners could escape and endanger the local citizens.

When they arrive, the first order of business is to punish the escapee. She is tied to a wooden framework in the shape of an X and a branding iron is heated. To show their willingness to cooperate and not cause additional trouble, the other foreign woman request that they be allowed to deal with the escapee. They take turns using the branding iron on the woman's body until she faints. They throw water on her and when she revives, they continue the harsh treatment. She is left hanging from the frame so that others can see what happens to the women if they attempt escape. Later, the Prefect's soldiers will take her to be dealt with in the Arena.

One of the prefecture soldiers decides to check on the slaves' markings and pulls open the upper tunic of one of the captive woman expecting to see a brand burned into her left breast. Not finding it, he orders the Roman equivalent of "bend over and assume the position". He checks between her buttock cheeks, and finding she is not branded there either, calls on Marcus for an explanation. When Marcus claims that these women are captives and not slaves yet, his arguments are overridden, and he is ordered to slay them or enslave them in which case, they must be branded for identification. 

Cordele cannot stop this, and she and a number of the wives move to the farthest reaches of the Guard camp where the screams and cries of eighty-four women being branded can't assault their ears. 

The twenty-one remaining women who rebelled in the beginning are branded on the inside of both buttock cheeks to give them an additional message not to attempt escape. The women are told that if they continue to rebel, they would be turned over to the Prefect to be sent to the Arena; that stops their protests, and each agrees to live with five soldiers. The camp is finally in order. 

In the meantime, the prefecture soldiers had found the futuristic weapons, and Marcus held his breath; he was concerned that the arsenal might be confiscated. But the soldiers' curiosities were satisfied, and they left. A crisis had been averted; Marcus hadn't realized just how much trouble could have resulted.

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Meanwhile, at the estate, Cherl has been admonishing two young women who have overstepped the boundaries of their place. 

"Sylvi, Heather, I have been very lenient with you two, and this is how you repay me. Sylvi, you have spoken to me in a very impudent manner and have embarrassed me in front of Claude and Zhanet, who are the master and mistress of this household." 

Cherl is still trying to stifle her amusement at the gall of the girls in trying to push her into having sex with them, and doing so in front of the entire household. Heather is contrite, but naïve Sylvi doesn't understand what she has done wrong other than stamp her foot. 

"But Miss, we were just thinking of giving you pleasure. Weren't we, Heather? Well, we would have had pleasure, too, but, but..." She is continually finding herself in hot water and begins to cry; not an unusual occurrence for her.

"Sylvi, it's bad enough that you try to have your own way but to try when we're not alone, when there are others around, is unpardonable. You realize, of course, that you must be punished? What do you think that punishment should be? Whipping? Hard labor? Restriction of sex? Confinement?"

"Oh Miss, please not any of those. Well, I would work very hard if you set a task for me. Remember how hard I worked in the Arena?"

"Sylvi, you have been admonished never to bring up that day in the Arena. It was your own disobedience that almost got your mother and you killed then. If Claude hadn't gone to great lengths to save you, you and your mother would be dead now. You disobey much too frequently. You don't seem to know your place. Very well, for the next two weeks, you are to take over the chores that the other girls do not like to do. In addition, no sex with me, Heather, or the other girls for two weeks."

"Oh no, no. Please don't take sex away. You are mean and hateful."

"For that, you are also confined for two weeks when you're not doing your chores." 

Sylvi stamps her foot and mutters under her breath. Cherl is no longer amused, but her irritation causes her to say something she will regret later, "Sylvi, I have never punished you physically, but I'm adding two dozen strokes with a strap. You cannot do or say whatever pops into your mind. Must I remind you that you are a slave girl, and have no rights any more? You gave up those rights to save your mother, and then you sent her back into harm's way. You must learn your place." 

Cherl glares at the girls as they leave the room looking appropriately apologetic. However, as soon as they leave the room, she sinks to the bed and hangs her head in shame. Zhanet has tutored Cherl in dealing with Sylvi and the other girls to ensure obedience and prevent misconduct. Otherwise, they would constantly test to see how much they could get away with. Cherl knows that she has made a mistake in the punishment, but to cancel it would undermine her authority.

Zhanet enters Cherl's room from the hallway where she overheard the entire exchange. While she understands that Cherl was caught up in the moment, she is concerned about the punishment Cherl has ordered.

"Cherl, some of the punishment you have set forth for Sylvi would have sufficed for her lack of manners, but the strapping is really not called for. Unfortunately, since Heather was present and heard your pronouncement, you cannot back down. Sylvi must be whipped." Zhanet is aghast at the severity of the punishment that Cherl has prescribed for Sylvi. 

Cherl is devastated, since her first thought as the girls left was that Zhanet could annul Sylvi's thrashing.

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When Cordele learns of Sylvi's proposed whipping, she tries to think of ways to mitigate it. She talks to the musicians, Heather, and Zhanet to learn exactly what Sylvi's misdeeds had been. It is unfortunate that Sylvi will be punished, but she agrees that the girl overstepped her place.

"Sylvi, I am horrified to hear how you have acted." Cordele admonishes her. "You have been treated like a daughter of this household even though you are Cherl's property. How could you ask Cherl for sex when other's were present? Then, to make matters worse, you sass Cherl when she tries to set you straight. Maybe I was wrong in trying to prevent your being branded; that may have taught you some manners. I am ashamed of how you've misbehaved. I am not going to stand in the way of your punishment."

"But Momma, I meant no disobedience. I just spoke without thinking. Please Momma, don't think ill of me."

"Sylvi, possibly a beating is what it will take to make you think first before you speak. You are my daughter, and I love you very much, but Sylvi, living here in such luxury has spoiled you. I forgive you, but you must be punished." Cordele holds Sylvi in her arms for a long time, but she doesn't want to be present and have to watch her beloved child be hurt. She returns to Marcus at the Guard encampment. 

Cordele agonizes over Sylvi's impending beating and decides she will return the next morning and tend to Sylvi's wounded body, but she will not attend the punishment. She recalls the torn and mutilated flesh of the woman who was whipped directly above her and Sylvi in the Arena. She sobs, thinking of her daughter undergoing such treatment.

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Sylvi has had a day to think about her impudence and what her mother has told her. She goes to Claude and makes an odd request. She asks that she be branded with Claude's signet. Claude tries to talk her out of it, but Sylvi is adamant. Claude discusses the branding with Paul, his majordomo, who will administer Sylvi's punishment. They come to an agreement and Paul leaves Claude's quarters with the branding iron.

Throughout the evening, Cherl, Zhanet, and Steev knock on Paul's chamber door in succession to speak to him for a few minutes and then leave. He begins to wonder who else will come knocking, and if he will get any sleep that night.

The next morning, Zhanet escorts Sylvi to the patio where her sentence is to be carried out. The household servants and slaves are all present as witnesses, but Zhanet has given permission for the younger girls to be absent.

Sylvi is taken to a pole where her wrists are to be tied to a ring in front of her, and a female servant unclips the ornament on the shoulder of Sylvi's chiton. Sylvi shakes it off and the servant picks it up and folds it. Sylvi's wrists are then bound to the ring. 

The other servants are awed by the beauty of Sylvi's body and express sorrow that the lovely flesh will soon be mutilated. They have come to love this beautiful young girl with her sweet, open, childlike manner, and they hate that she must be punished.

Sylvi bends and moves her legs apart, exposing her vagina, and braces herself against the expected pain. Paul moves closer to her and instead of the rough, heavy leather strap he has shown Sylvi, he removes the soft leather belt he is wearing and prepares to use it on the girl's rear. It won't serve as a warning to them and negates the reason for them witnessing Sylvi's ordeal, but the servants smile and nod their approval at this change.

As Paul lashes her buttocks two dozen times with the belt, Sylvi, who has never experienced harsh treatment before, cries and whimpers, but she manages to stifle any screams. When the beating is over, she is untied and bent over a table. Servants hold her wrists and ankles, and the female servant pulls her butt cheeks apart, so that Paul can administer the branding iron.

Sylvi grits her teeth as the heat nears her bottom, but when the iron touches her skin, she faints.

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After the ordeal, Sylvi is laid in her mother's former room, where she will be confined for the two weeks of her remaining punishment. Cordele goes to her there and carefully pulls the sheet from Sylvi's back. 

Her child's back is unmarked and Cordele pulls the sheet down further. Sylvi's bottom has a dozen minor welts and a dozen more reddened stripes but the flesh is not broken. Cordele had probably administered similar treatment to that beautiful backside when Sylvi was a willful, little child. She pulls the sheet down farther and sees that Sylvi's upper thighs, like her back, are unmarked. 

Cordele has ministered to the deep branding imposed on the slave women at the Guard camp and expects her daughter's flesh to be seared and deeply marked. When she pulls Sylvi's butt cheeks apart to apply salve to the brand, she finds the mark is so light as to be almost unnoticeable. The iron must have been only slightly warm, not red hot. She applies ointment, unnecessarily, to the sweet, delicate skin and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Momma, my bottom hurts. Is my skin broken badly? Is the brand deep? Am I disfigured?" Sylvi asks plaintively.

Cordele doesn't want Sylvi to know how light her punishment has been and says, "Lamb, your body will heal in a few days, and you'll be fine. Go back to sleep. You need to rest." 

Cordele will thank this household, especially Paul, in her prayers to Jupiter. She cries softly in her happiness. These people have taken her out of misery and given her a new life. She is very grateful to them.

A few days later, Sylvi is back to her duties. Although she is a few months younger than they, she has won the esteem and respect of her peers for unresistingly undergoing "heavy" punishment for her misdeeds, but there is also a marked change in her demeanor. She doesn't skip around the room like a child; she strides purposefully with her head high and her shoulders back. She has emerged from the cocoon of childhood to an adult, a mature woman. Observing her, Cherl contemplates a new relationship with Sylvi. Instead of a child, she will be taking a woman to bed with her from now on. Although she regrets her rash imposition of the beating, Cherl believes that it has turned out for the best. However, she will miss the naïve child.

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Marcus approaches Steev with a new problem, "Sire, the men are restless again. They have everything they need, including women, but they are bored again. May I have your permission to have them set up a farm for crops and cattle? They need work to keep them busy. On the streets of Rome, they had fallen into depression and felt life was hopeless. Now, they are full of zest and want to work hard. We train every day, but that doesn't tire them out enough. Furthermore, more veterans and homeless continue arriving. We need more land and facilities to house them."

"Marcus, I'll speak to Claude about additional land for farming and housing. Have you had any luck with that volcanic ash concrete for building purposes?"

"Yes Sire, I have a contingent of men constructing permanent barracks and housing, but a lot of men aren't good at construction. That's why we need the farms to occupy their time."

"Good. I have another task for some of the men, Marcus. I'd like them to take down some of the windmills and erect them closer to Claude's estate. I'll let you know where as soon as I figure out where they should be placed."

"Very well, Sire. I'll put the best men on that task when you're ready. Another thing, Sire, my wife Cordele would like a word with Missie, uh, Cherl. Please ask her when it would be convenient to do so," Marcus requested.

"Marcus, Cordele doesn't need an appointment to see Cherl. Just bring her to the estate when she wants to speak to Cherl," Steev laughed.

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"Heather, tonight I'd like you to share my bed. Are you comfortable with that?" Cherl asks.

"Oh Miss, I am looking forward to being with you. When can I come to you?" She claps her hands and smiles broadly. 

Sylvi smiles, too. A few days before, she would have felt a twinge of jealousy, but she has indeed matured and is happy for Heather. She is still on sexual restriction but is handling it well. 

"Miss, may I be here and watch Heather make love to you?" Sylvi begs. "I won't fuss about not being able to join in."

Cherl laughs, "Sylvi, you never stop trying, do you? Yes, you may watch us." Heather beams. She has always been observed while having sex at the academy and finds it spicy. She begins planning how she can best please Cherl.

"Heather, although Sylvi watched the girls during Pleasure Time, she very conveniently neglected to do so when they pleased each other. Please tell us the routine you observed from the first time you started Pleasure Time. I am very curious."

"Miss, we had heard many stories before we graduated into Pleasure Time and were very anxious to begin sex training. I was excited, but a little scared when I first moved into my new quarters with the girls my age and met the older girls. For the first few weeks, we attended classes on anatomy and sexual practices. It was very thrilling to know we would be having pleasure very soon. We were taught how to masturbate for the best sensations and how to lick other girls to bring them to orgasm. Then, we were allowed to experiment among ourselves, and I was very nervous. Excited, but nervous. It was all so new, but exhilarating. 

"When we were sent out to the auditorium, there were a lot of people: older girls, teachers, and citizens, seated all around us. We were told to disrobe, and that we wouldn't be permitted to wear clothing during the year we were in Pleasure Time. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable to be watched by all those people as we took our clothes off in front of them - - that first time - - but day by day, it became easier until I felt proud of my nude body and wanted people to see it. For a few days, all we did was kiss and fondle one another, but we didn't actually have sex. I learned how wonderful another girl's body could be. I learned how marvelous breasts and bottoms are and how delicious it was to kiss and feel them. 

"By the time we were allowed to actually have sex with each other, I was so anxious that I masturbated quite frequently before going to sleep each night. I remember the first time we had sex in the auditorium; I didn't even think of all those people watching us. I wanted so badly to lick another girl's vagina and have her lick mine. 

"We were divided into two groups: we bound our hair up with ribbons, the reds and the blues. A new girl was seated on a chair with stirrup arms and an older girl knelt before her, and spreading the girl's legs into the stirrups, licked her pubes. Then, she showed us her long tongue before putting it up inside the younger girl's vagina. We couldn't see what she was doing with her tongue, but the young girl began to squirm and shiver; her eyes closed and her mouth was open; she breathed harder and harder until she gasped out a shriek. She had orgasmed."

"The rest of us were so anxious to try it that we were close to orgasm ourselves. After the demonstration, each of us had the opportunity to lick and be licked. There were not many orgasms at that time, but we learned. We practiced on each other all day, every day, from then on. We became better and better at inducing orgasms, and we were very proud of our ability. 

"Every day, every girl had the opportunity to have orgasms from every other girl and to give an orgasm to every girl in the other group. Each week we mixed the groups and had the opportunity to have sex with the other girls who may have been in our own group the week before. We couldn't wait in the morning for the sun to reach a certain point on the horizon -- eight o'clock -- so we could practice in the auditorium. It really was the Pleasure Time. Sex gave us such intense pleasure. Sylvi, I feel so sorry that you couldn't have had that year of sheer pleasure." Sylvi smiled and nodded. It did sound wonderful, but she had wanted to be married and have a family like her mother had.




The Year is 2132 Ch. 07



"Heather, how many girls were in your class? How many did you have to, um, service and how many serviced you?" Cherl asked, redirecting the girl's attention back to the conversation.

"There were sixteen girls in my class, so I performed cunnilingus on eight girls several times every day."

"You didn't service all the girls?" asks Cherl.

"No, remember, there were two groups in each class: the blues and the reds. I licked the eight girls in the other group every day. They licked me every day. It was so wonderful having so many orgasms, but then, a few weeks later, we started practicing - - umm - - is it okay to use the words that Sylvi taught us?"

Cherl looked at Sylvi askance, unsure of the words she was referring to. 

"Miss, I told the other girls and Heather the sex words that you use; you know, like fuck, and pussy, and eating pussy, and G-spot, and cunt, and all those fun words you use when we have sex." 

Cherl groaned. "I guess I wasn't aware of what I was saying in the heat of, uh, what you were doing." Cherl closed her eyes and shook her head. "Yes Heather, you may use those words but understand that they are vulgar." 

"Miss, vulgar (vulgus) means the common people. I don't understand." 

"Heather, that's true, but it also means uncouth or crude, lacking taste. Don't say those words to anyone other than the girls in this household." Heather nodded her consent. "Go on with what you were saying, Heather."

"Yes. After a few weeks, we started stimulating each other's G-spot with our fingers, but were very careful of our hymens. It took a lot of practice and effort, but it was so much fun. Our orgasms were extremely strong, and we squirted all over. We would try to aim and hit a target: another girl or a chair or whatever was near. I can squirt across the room to the opposite wall. We had a great time. Then we were told to put our mouths over the urethra and catch the spray. It doesn't have much taste, but it's still fun. I thought it was pee at first, but pee has a definite taste, sometimes mild, sometimes very strong. No, it's not pee. It's entirely different.

"At noon, we had lunch and bathed again. We tried to be clean all the time, but we weren't permitted to rinse our mouths after servicing another girl or woman. That would be an insult. We finished eating pussy, the other girls that is, at about five in the afternoon. We had our evening meal at about six and then we did our evening chores and had free time to read, talk, or play games until nine. Then, we bathed and went to bed. We got up at about five, did our chores, ate our morning meal, bathed and got ready for Pleasure Time again at eight. I was always so wet thinking of what I was about to do and having a lot of people watching me. When you found me naked at the mart, I was getting wet when you and others would look at my body."

"Heather, you left out an hour between five and six. What did you do during that time?"

"Oh, that was the time we serviced older women: our Pleasure Time teachers and Academy teachers. The Academy teachers would come to the auditorium each day when they were finished teaching, and each one of us girls would service them. Most of the time, each of us would take care of one teacher. They could ask for anything they wanted, and we would do it for them. They couldn't ask for a particular girl, so we didn't serve the same ones very often. However, there was one exception: one of the Pleasure Time teachers, Olivia. She had been one of the girls who asked to be a teacher instead of being sold as a server. She was fortunate that there was an opening that she could fill. She is very beautiful, and all the girls want to service her. 

"Because we had only a short time to bring a girl in the other group to orgasm each time, sometimes that didn't happen, and the girl had to relieve herself at bedtime. At the end of the week, the girl who brought the most orgasms to the girls in the other group was allowed to ask for the teacher she wanted to service. I was able to do that a lot of the time, and I always picked Olivia. 

"There were sixteen girls in my class, and there were about four classes depending on how many girls were graduating from the Academy at eighteen. The classes were staggered three months apart, and, of course, after a year, when there was a class of nineteen year olds, we were sent to the mart to be sold. We knew that about two thirds of us would be bought by women, but I had hoped, ......oh no, no. I mustn't say that. I'm so sorry, Miss. I spoke without thinking. Please, forget what I said."

"You had hoped that a man would purchase you. That's what you were about to say, wasn't it, Heather?" Cherl understands the young girl's sorrow. While she has never had such inclinations, herself, she knows that Sylvi struggled with the same inclinations. "Don't look so sad. You didn't say anything that I wouldn't have thought anyway. It's okay, Heather. I understand. The question is -- are you still feeling the same way? Do you regret that I bought you? Are you going to have a problem taking care of me sexually? I sympathize with you, Heather, but it won't change anything. I bought you because I was turned on by your beauty, and I will keep you for that reason. You may not have sex with a man. I know that Sylvi picked you out, but if she hadn't, I would have. Both of you are so gorgeous that you could be bookends, and I will be the book."

"Miss, I have purged from my mind the thought of sex with a man," vows Heather. "I love you, and I will spend the rest of my life trying - - no - - not trying - - doing everything possible to please you and satisfy you. I will not make that slip of the tongue ever again. I promise. I am very happy that you bought me. I know what a good woman you are. I see how wonderfully you treat Sylvi and the other girls. I couldn't want a better mistress -- or master." Heather throws her arms around Cherl, although without permission, and hugs her until Cherl peals her away.

"I love you, too, Heather. I want you with me always, too -- you and Sylvi. Enough of this emotional ride, tell me more about the Pleasure Time." Cherl wipes her eyes and continues her questioning. "Oh! Why were there so many girls at the mart when we found you? There were more than the sixteen girls there."

"Well, every three months, all the girls in all the classes get to go to the mart. Then, buyers can look us over and know who will be sold in the future, but, of course, only the nineteen year olds are actually for sale. I got to go three times before you found me. It was very exciting to get to show our bodies to potential buyers. Sometimes, they would tell what they would do with us when they bought us. At times, it was scary, but other times, I would get very aroused. We weren't allowed to have sex at the sale mart, and I couldn't wait until I could go back to the school to have sex with the other girls or masturbate.

"Heather, you said you serviced each girl every day. Was that every day of the month? What about the few days that a girl wasn't able to have sex? I mean when she was menstruating."

"I'm sorry, Miss. I don't understand what you mean. What difference would it make if a girl were having her menses? The girls have to be able to have sex at any time. Her eventual owner would never put up with her if she wouldn't or couldn't have sex whenever it was asked of her. She would be severely punished if she refused sex."

"Well, I understand that, but what I meant was that you, you, you didn't service her when she was flowing, did you?"

Heather looked at Sylvi and back at Cherl. She seemed to be at a loss and couldn't grasp what Cherl meant. "Why wouldn't we service her when she flowing? I'm trying to understand your meaning, Miss; what are you asking? There was no time during the month that we didn't lick each other."

"Oh, then did you have some way to dam the flow? Did you have some kind of tampon that you used? I haven't seen anything like that here."

"I don't know what a tampon is, Miss. We did nothing to dam the flow. Why would we? It is evident that we are not communicating on the same level, Miss. Sylvi, do you know what Cherl means? I assume that it's okay to refer to you by name when I speak with someone else; is that right, Miss?" Cherl nods her assent.

"Sylvi?" Sylvi doesn't answer Heather. She hangs her head and remains silent. She seems to have reverted back to her childish manner.

"Heather, let's try again. Let's say I was having my menses right now, and I asked you to lick and suck my vagina. What would you do?"

Heather is still confused but answers, "I would lick and suck your vagina, Miss. What reason would I have not to? Am I missing something of your meaning? Maybe I should ask Zhanet; she could probably explain everything to me."

"What I mean Heather; what I have been trying to ask is, is wouldn't you have an aversion to the blood and, and whatever?"

"No Miss. Why would that be any different than other vaginal secretions of yours that I would very happily ingest?" 

Cherl looks at Sylvi who still has her eyes downcast. Cherl recalls that Sylvi has not licked her when she has had her period. She has not specifically asked Sylvi to perform oral sex at that time, so that might have made a difference.

"Girls, I'm going to speak with Zhanet now. I'll be back soon." Cherl leaves the two girls alone in her room.

"Sylvi, aren't you taking care of Cherl? Why is she asking these questions if you are?" Heather is distraught and worried that her mistress has not been properly cared for.

"Oh Heather, remember that I didn't get to be in Pleasure Time. I didn't get used to all the things that you did. Although I drink sanguis every day, I am uncomfortable drinking it from a woman. It doesn't, uh, smell, uh, like fresh blood does." Sylvi hangs her head in shame. "I guess I'm a bit squeamish. I have to make another confession, Heather; I haven't been taking Cherl's pee in the mornings -- or any other time. Delia and the other girls do when they have sex with Cherl, but I am squeamish about that, too. I am ashamed of myself, but I've avoided it."

"Oh Sylvi, Cherl is your mistress. It is your duty to take care of her any way you can. Her needs come before yours. You are her slave girl, her sex slave girl, Sylvi. You should be ashamed of yourself; just because you didn't go through Pleasure Time is no excuse." Heather's admonishing quickly turns to reassurance. "Well, you haven't been her property very long; you can start now carrying out your duties and responsibilities. You can show her how much you care about her and want to do what you can for her well-being. It doesn't matter what you want for yourself, or how you feel about doing something.

"Cherl is allowing you to stay and watch us have sex. I will show you some things that will make her feel good, and, when she allows you to have sex again, you can do with her. I will be your teacher. I think that will be fun; don't you? I will teach you things I learned at Pleasure Time. I can't wait to start. I think I would have been a good Pleasure Time teacher but being owned is the best of both worlds. Everyone wants to belong to someone else; it's a wonderful feeling. Then you're never alone."

"You're right, Heather. When my father was killed, and Momma and I were all alone, we were extremely unhappy. Everything was wrong. Now that we both belong to somebody, we are taken care of, and it IS a wonderful feeling. I wouldn't change it for anything. Thank you for reminding me. I won't forget it any more. Cherl takes good care of me, and I will take care of her."

When Cherl returns from talking to Zhanet, she understands more fully what a slave girl's duties are, but before she can discuss what she has learned, Sylvi hugs her, "Miss, Heather has told me what I should have been doing for you, and I want to and will take care of all your needs. You have been so good to me that I feel horrible that I haven't been very good to you. Like Heather, I will do everything I can to take care of you from now on. Heather is going to teach me what I need to know." 

Cherl and the two girls are choked up, and they have tears in their eyes. They are very emotional. Cherl releases Sylvi from restriction and sex that night evolves into another level and afterwards, the three women slip into a deep, refreshing sleep. When Cherl wakes during the night having to pee, Sylvi pushes Heather aside and lets Cherl relieve herself in Sylvi's mouth, so Cherl doesn't have to get up to go to the toilet. Her bladder empty, Cherl goes right back to sleep. Heather kisses Sylvi and tells her that she is proud of her. They cuddle up against Cherl and go back to sleep.

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The Year is 2132 Ch. 08



Intro: In the event the reader has not read the intro to Chapter 06, I feel the need to repeat it.

In our universe, the unbroken hymen is located near the entrance of the vagina; however, in the parallel universe of Romana, I have chosen to locate it further into the vagina to the rear of the entrance and the (easily stimulated) G-spot. I have also imbued the Romana women with stronger vaginal muscle especially at the entrance. 

Remember that this is Sci-Fi.

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The Year is 2132 Capitulus VII (Chapter 08)

What does the future hold in store for the younger women?

Marcus' men have erected several wind turbines close to where the windmills are pumping water to Claude's estate; but as yet there are no power receivers. On their way back from the Guard Camp with Cordele and Marcus, Steev broaches the subject with Claude. 

"Claude, I would like to install some equipment in your home, but it might cause some gossip and controversy, so I'll need your permission and understanding."

Claude is surprised that there could possibly be more that he has not seen yet. 

"Steev, I've seen the advanced weaponry you produced for the Guard. I'm curious as to what else you can manufacture. Is it like the weapons?"

"No, Claude. Much more advanced," Steev explains. "It will produce lighting, cooling, and other benefits for the household, but it might come under scrutiny by the Prefecture, the Magistrate or even the Senate. I don't want to cause you problems; Cherl and I have done enough of that already."

"Don't be concerned about the government," Claude interrupts. "I have enough clout that they aren't going to bother me."

"Where do these marvelous machines come from, Steev?" Marcus asks from the back seat of the buggy, where he and Cordele are riding. "Where do you come from that you have such machinery?"

"Marcus, there is a land beyond the Mediterranean and the Atlantic Ocean called Amerigo. It was named after one of your countrymen, Amerigo Vespucci from Florence. Cherl and I have traveled from those shores to Rome," 

Steev is trying to keep his explanation as true as possible, but is very excited about his latest idea. "There are many inventions there that haven't reached Rome as yet and won't for many years to come; however, I have had some sent here by a ship that has returned to Amerigo and won't come this way again. I would like to introduce them, but I have only enough of these machines for a single display. I can't import any more. Claude, are you willing to see them installed in your household; possibly at the expense of wagging tongues?"

"Before I can answer that, I would like to hear more about what they can do," Claude responds cautiously.

"I will set up the machinery in your estate, but before I do, you must make it clear to your entire household that discussing it with outsiders may result in dire consequences," warns Steev.

Claude nods in agreement, and the couple in the back concurs. They all know how helpful Steev's inventions have been, and do not want anything to deprive themselves of more in the future.

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When the four arrive at the estate, Cherl is waiting for them, and Cordele hugs her immediately.

"Oh Cherl, it is so good to see you. I would like to spend time with you more often," says Cordele pulling away from the other woman's embrace. "You remember my husband, Marcus? It is by his good nature that I have come to be with you."

Claude and Steev continue on into the study, immersed in their discussion of Steev's proposal.

Cherl is so excited to see Cordele and her husband that she doesn't pay any attention to the two men. 

"Cordele, it is so good of you to visit me. Marcus, thank you for bringing her. She is a loving friend to me."

"Cherl, it is more than just to talk with you that I'm here. I have missed you and the warmth we shared that has compelled me to come here," Cordele admits. "When we had sex with each other, I found that I had a double nature; I am interested in both men and women. I can't seem to put that other side behind me. Cherl, is there any chance that you would have sex with me again?"

"Oh my goodness, Cordele. I'm a bit taken aback. Of course, I'd love to have you in my bed, but what about Marcus? Marcus, are you comfortable with your wife sharing my bed?"

Cherl is breathing hard, thinking of the joy of sex with Cordele.

Marcus replies in a very strained, unnatural voice, "My lady Cherl. I am in accord with Cordele in this. The vision of both of you having sex together is very stimulating to me. I am aroused just thinking of your beautiful bodies entwining. Please, don't think me perverted; I just can't help imagining you giving pleasure to each other and..."

Cordele interrupts Marcus, "Cherl, I know it is before the dinner hour, but if you would be so kind, could we make love now, this minute? My heart is racing, and my pudenda has been getting wetter and wetter as we have been discussing this."

"Cordele, yes, yes. I have sent Sylvi on an errand with Keri and Sera. She won't be back for several hours. Heather is in my bedchamber, but she won't mind. She'll probably want to watch us, too. Marcus, Steev is around the estate somewhere fooling around with those windmills your men moved here. Would you like to find him and discuss his latest plans?"

"Umm, Cherl. There is another favor I would ask of you; would it be alright if Marcus stays while we have sex?" asks Cordele.

Cherl is aghast. She has never had sex when a man was present, and she is at a loss for words.

"Cherl, Marcus is just as anxious as I for me to fornicate with you, but he has pleaded with me to let him observe us. I told him that if you would agree, it would be fine with me. In fact, it would add a frisson of spice for me to have my husband watch me perform cunnilingus on another woman. I think my heart is about to jump from my chest; I am so excited at the prospect of sex with you, Cherl."

"Cordele, Marcus. Let's go to my bedchamber while I think about this. I want to do as you ask, but I'm not sure I can handle having a man witness me having sex with a woman, especially his wife. This is something very different than I have ever done."

They find Heather reading in Cherl's room. Cherl introduces her to Cordele and Marcus. Heather is wearing only her loincloth, and Marcus finds it difficult to avert his eyes from her large, beautiful breasts. When Cherl tells Heather that Cordele and she are going to have sex, Heather begs to be allowed to watch them. Her request becomes more adamant when she learns that Marcus may be permitted to watch, too. She hopes that she will be allowed to watch if he participates even if she is not permitted to join them.

Cherl sighs and gives in. She lets both Marcus and Heather stay. 

The feeling of informality that the women previously shared is tempered by Marcus' presence. They are all nervous, each trying to decide what the first move should be. Finally, Cherl looks at Marcus and unpins her chiton. 

When the dress falls to the floor, Marcus' eyes widen at the sight of her luscious body. He looks to Cordele for approval of his ogling Cherl, and Cordele smiles and nods. 

Marcus stands off to one side and watches his wife reveals her body to her former owner. With so many naked women around him, Marcus has become extremely rigid.

Cherl notices Marcus' erection, and asks Marcus to remove his tunic. She wants to see what effect her body has on a man, and she is pleasantly surprised. She is gratified that she can stimulate a member of the opposite sex. Until now, the thought of a man watching her seemed very distasteful, but in reality she finds it to be quite thrilling.

Heather's pulse is racing; this is the first time she has seen a naked man since leaving the Academy Pleasure Time and has never been this close to one. She feels her face getting hot and tingly; she hopes that Cherl doesn't recognize that she is aroused by Marcus' erection. She is glad that the small hand towel she had placed between her legs is hiding that fact. She strives to control her breathing. She is now so turned on that she is very close to orgasm already.

Cherl sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs to give Cordele access to her genitals. Cordele kneels before Cherl, leans forward and licks Cherl's slit.

Extremely aroused by what is happening around her, Heather has a spontaneous orgasm; she moans and shudders. The older woman can smell Heather's arousal and orgasm and the serious mood in the room is broken. Cherl and Cordele giggle at Heather's response to their action and quickly relax into one another again.

Poor Marcus has no clue as to what just occurred. He has a confused look on his face, but he still has a very hard erection, which he begins to stroke as he watches his wife licking her former owner's slit.

Cordele resumes licking Cherl until that woman has a series of intense orgasms. Cordele inserts her tongue into Cherl's vagina and licks her clean of any juices that she hasn't already sucked out.

Heather's small towel is soaked, so she puts it underneath the bed and finds a dry one. She eyes Marcus' penis and, though she will never mention it to Cherl, fantasizes about sitting in his lap and feeling that hardness up inside her tearing her hymen. Under the towel, she gently runs her fingertips over her clitoris. She stops when she is just about to orgasm, but she is on the verge again. She would come if someone would so much as touch her anywhere - on her face or body.

When Cherl and Cordele exchange places, Heather sits on the floor next to Cherl, so she can see more of what Cherl is doing to Cordele. When Cherl begins licking Cordele's vagina, Heather pinches her own nipple and she orgasms - again. Cherl's tongue is up inside Cordele's canal, so she tries not to laugh at Heather. 

Cordele is so near her own climax that she is unaware of Heather's orgasm. Marcus is equally enthralled with the sight of Cherl performing oral sex on his wife that he, too, is not cognizant of Heather.

When Cordele finally reaches her completion, her orgasms wash over her one after another. Cherl continues licking Cordele's clitoris with long strokes of her flattened tongue, determined to see just how many orgasms Cordele can have without stopping. Finally, Cordele's clitoris becomes so sensitive that she pushes Cherl away. She is too exhausted to speak.

The smell of vaginal secretions hangs heavy in the air, and the pheromones are driving Marcus wild. Cordele feels sympathy for her husband; she rises from the bed and bends over, bracing herself on the arms of a chair. She spreads her legs exposing her vagina, and Marcus does not need a verbal invitation. 

Cherl beckons Heather over to the bed to lie with her and watch the married couple's frantic sex. Marcus is clearly at the end of his control.

Marcus grabs Cordele's hips with his large hands and rubs the tip of his penis around the lips of her vagina. Cordele backs up and impales herself on his erection. Marcus has no more control left and begins to take his wife roughly from behind. He pounds into her for a few minutes, but he has been so stimulated that he can't stop his ejaculation. 

When he comes, his heretofore-powerful legs wobble, and he sits down on the floor. Cordele bends over him and licks his and her juices from his penis. She takes it into her mouth and ever so gently sucks out whatever semen is left inside him.

Since Cordele is standing but bending over, her bottom is raised upwards. Cherl notices Heather craning her neck to see the semen beginning to seep out of Cordele's vagina. 

Cherl decides to allow Heather to participate a little bit. 

"Cordele, would it be alright with you if Heather licks Marcus' semen out of you?" 

Heather gasps, turns and gives Cherl a big, ear to ear grin.

While at the Academy Pleasure Time, Heather performed oral sex on other girls and women for many hours a day, four days a week and several hours on the weekends. She learned to love the spongy feel and delicious taste of their vaginas. Since Cherl purchased her, she has had that pleasure only once. She is very hungry for pussy and its secretions. 

On Fridays, when they practiced having pretended sex with men, she had been given animal semen. It was alright, but she longed to taste human semen. She thought that since she was a sex slave to a woman, she would never get to taste a man's semen. Now, she may have the opportunity to have the best of both worlds: to eat Cordele's pussy and taste Marcus' semen. She feels dizzy with desire.

"Oh Heather, you have been left out of our love making; of course, you may lick me. Wait until I finish with my poor husband, and you and I will make love." Cordele gently sucks Marcus' penis until it becomes quiescent. 

"How do you want me, Heather? On my back or knees or on all four?"

Heather asks Cordele to kneel and slides her face under the woman's crotch. She loves this position as it places the woman's vagina directly over her mouth. 

Cordele is very wet and when Heather begins sucking, she is rewarded with a mouthful of Marcus' semen. She holds it in her mouth and savors it. She knows she should swallow and get back to Cordele's genitals, but she may never get a chance to taste human semen again; she continues to hold it in her mouth. It is thicker and tastes different from the animal semen she used to get, but at last, it slides down her throat, and she attacks Cordele's vagina with her mouth and tongue.

After coming yet again, Cordele raises up from Heather's mouth. She is completely sated and doesn't want to be over stimulated. She slides down Heather's nubile body to the girl's pudenda and begins a slow, steady licking rhythm between Heather's labia and up over her clitoris. Heather is so sexually sensitive that she begins having multiple orgasms, something she has not experienced even in a year of sex at the Academy.

Marcus has been lying on the floor alongside Heather and Cordele and is so turned on by watching his wife and this lovely young child eating each other that he is erect again. He rises and kneels behind his wife, penetrates her, beginning a slow rhythmic movement that matches his wife's licking rhythm. Within minutes, all three explode into orgasm. Cordele turns to lick her husband clean; her vagina is back over Heather's face and the girl takes advantage of the position and is able to suck Marcus' semen from Cordele's love canal. Heather can't believe that she is fortunate enough to savor his cum twice within a few minutes.

"Well, Heather," says Cherl. "Although you may not have sex with a man, this may be a good substitute. What do you think?"

"Oh Miss, thank you so much for allowing me to have sex with Cordele and to ingest Marcus' semen. I don't have the words to tell you how much I love you, but it's very, very much." Heather bounces onto the bed to give Cherl a hug.

"Cherl, thank you for a wonderful afternoon. May I come again when you're not too busy?" Cordele interrupts.

"Cordele, come anytime you want. Come at your leisure; may coitus interrupt us even if the household is very busy; I will always take time for sex with you. And Marcus, you are welcome, too. I never thought I'd have a sexual situation with a man present, but I found it quite stimulating. I'm sure Heather enjoyed it, too."

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Meanwhile, Steev has decided to utilize some of the technology he retrieved from the ExoSphere before it disappeared, and offers to air-condition Claude's estate.

"Claude, these two metal plates become very cold when electricity, a kind of lightning, passes through them. We'll put one set in your bedchamber, so you can judge whether you want them throughout the house."

"And just where does the lightning come from that makes the metal cold?"

"Remember the wind turbines, uh, windmills that the Guard installed about a half mile from here? They send the lightning through the air to a receiver attached to the bi-metal plates. When I put the system together, you will see what I'm talking about. That will be easier for you than my telling you about it. I don't have the words to tell you how these things work, but it'll be very, very cool in your rooms."

Steev had had the Guard build some wooden boxes to house the bi-metal strips, a receiver, and a fan to blow cold air into the room. That night, Claude and Zhanet spend the first cool sleep they ever had in the hot summer. The next morning, Claude wants to build thousands of the coolers and make a vast fortune. Steev bursts Claude's bubble and tells him of the limited number of receivers he has. They finally agree on putting a unit in every room of the house, including the servant's quarters. Next, he sets up a lighting system, so that the household won't need candles or other flame produced lighting.

Steev builds a few more dune buggies and powers them with electric motors; Unfortunately, the buggies can only operate within twenty miles of the wind turbine transmitters. Steev has not been able to figure out how to build motors that are not tied to the turbines.

Steev spends many sleepless nights working on the problem. After many weeks of agonizing over a solution and wishing for the Exosphere to return, he comes up with a possible method; he makes a dune buggy with a body shell made of solar collectors: It is self sufficient and has an unlimited range; but he has only enough solar collectors for one car and no way to manufacture more. The blueprints call for materials he hadn't replicated. He tells himself that he couldn't have thought of everything he might need and, besides, the Exosphere and, thus, the replicator had run out of energy to sustain it. He still blames himself.

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Cherl wants to learn more about the Academy's Pleasure Time, and has been asking Heather about it every night after dinner.

"Heather, you had sex with girls four days a week; what did you do the rest of the week?"

"Well, on the fifth day, we learned about sex with boys. We had instruments to practice with; one was a small, hollow knob that fit just inside our pudenda, but not deep enough to tear our hymens. We learned to squeeze the knob with our vaginal muscles. After a few weeks, it was attached to a vertical tube; there was a little ball inside the tube, and we would squeeze air from the knob into the tube and that would make the ball rise. If we stopped squeezing even for a second, the ball would fall to the bottom of the tube, and we'd have to start over again. After a while we were able to squeeze the knob rhythmically and send the ball to the top of the tube and over the rim. From then on, we were timed on how long it took us to push the ball over the side of the tube. We also had contests to see who would be first to dislodge the little ball.

"There was another instrument that was the reverse of the first one. We would squeeze the knob until the little ball rose and pushed a valve open, and animal semen would squirt into our pudenda. One of the girls in the other group would suck it out.

"The third instrument was similar to the second one, but instead of the knob, there was a dried animal penis attached to the tube. We would suck it and make the ball rise and when it opened the valve, animal semen would squirt in our mouths. It took a lot of practice to make those instruments work, but we all had to master them before we could be sold."

"Heather, did you come into direct contact with the boys?"

"Oh no, Miss. That was forbidden. We were never near any men or boys during our Academy years or during Pleasure Time. We had to stay pristine in order to bring a high price when we were sold.

"You said that anyone could watch you having sex with the other girls. Were you permitted to watch what men did with women or was your training just academic"




The Year is 2132 Ch. 08



"Oh, Yes. We went to the area where the captive slave women were housed and watched them being used by academy boys, academy trainers, and army veterans who had no other way to have sex. Our Pleasure Time teachers would explain what the boys and men were doing and how they were treating the women. It was very exciting.

"I felt sorry for some of the captive women at times because they were treated very harshly; some would cry and plead for help when someone used them cruelly. I didn't know their language, but I could tell what they meant by their manner. However, the younger women were kept separately, and the Academy boys used them. It was the older women who were treated brutally. They were whipped and caned if they didn't do as the trainers and veterans demanded. They were often tied down into different positions and then used by the men. I learned how cruel men could be to a slave girl, and I hoped that a nice man would-- Oh no, I've done it again after promising I wouldn't. Forgive me, Miss. I spoke without thinking. I should be punished. I deserve to be punished."

"Heather, I'm not going to cause you pain for a slip of the tongue; just try not to think or talk about being owned by a man. Remember how cruel a man could be to you. Maybe that will purge those thoughts you have. If a cruel man had bought you, he could be beating you or torturing you right now. Maybe some day, we'll go back to the Arena, and you will see how brutally women can be treated; they are treated even worse than the Academy captive women who were used for sex. Brutality can be used for other than sexual purposes; well, I guess it's still for sex but in a different way. I suppose just about everything we do has some connection to sex. That's true here, and it was true in my cent-- in my country.

"What about the sixth and seventh day of the week? What did you do then?"

"Miss, those were wonderful days, too. On the sixth day, we learned how to dance: sexy, provocative dances, and we would dance for hours. We would put on plays and skits and musical numbers. I loved the sixth day and the seventh day. We played music for more than half the seventh day. I sang; I learned to play four musical instruments; we wrote music especially for the sixth day dances. We still serviced the teachers the last hours of the fifth, sixth, and seventh day. That never changed, but they deserved it. They had no other way to have sex, as they were devoted to teaching us girls how to be valuable to our future owners. 

"I suspect they may have been having sex with each other. I hope so. No one owned them, and they must have felt alone and unwanted. Rather than being sold and belonging to someone, they chose to sacrifice themselves in order to teach Academy girls the skills they needed so they could belong to someone."

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The following day, Cherl began telling Steev the things she has learned from Heather about the Academy Learning Time and the Pleasure Time training. Steev is still deeply disturbed by some of the social practices on the planet. It is part of the reason he has immersed himself in his inventions for so long.

"Cherl, it's no wonder these girls are so attuned to having sex with other girls. They have been acclimated and even brainwashed to not only believe it's normal, but to desire and enjoy cunnilingus and other aspects of sex with women. They have been trained intensely for one whole year to hunger for another woman's body and crave her secretions. That explains why Keri and Sera spend so much time between each other's legs. The girls are also brainwashed to want to belong to and be owned by someone."

"Steev, that's only part of it. Think about it. Everyone wants to belong to someone who'll love them; provide for them; keep them safe; and have sex with them. That's the basis for marriage and families, too. Being a slave girl here provides them with all those things; of course, there are cruel masters and mistresses just as there are cruel husbands and wives. The sex these girls provide is their part of a symbiotic bargain, and they adore providing it.

"Women on our Earth have been providing sex for their partners since the dawn of time. I think women have been reaching the attitude of absolute sexual enjoyment for themselves more and more. Remember, women in our twenty-second century were the sexual aggressors. That probably began back in our twentieth-first or twenty century or possibly a lot earlier. That started when women became their own persons. Before that, women were chattel and owned by their husbands. I don't see a lot of difference between this land and ours."

Steev thinks a while, shakes his head and nods. He agrees that maybe Cherl is right.

"Wait a minute, Cherl. You mentioned love and marriage. That isn't submission."

"Semantics, Steev. Semantics."

"Think about this, Steev. The girls who live here with us and went through the Pleasure Time training have never been in trouble or given us any headaches. The only one who has is Sylvi, who didn't go through that training. However, she knows what the so-called "free" streets of Rome are like and would never give up her slave girl status to go back to struggle in poverty and danger there.

"It was established more than a century ago on Earth that the purpose of life was to engender new life. Flora and fauna are very good at that. Life happens no matter what. Humans have the "urge to merge," even if procreation is not the wanted end result. Sex is what makes the machinery run. From an early age, Academy girls are taught that sex is wonderful, and they grow up without the hang-ups that some back on Earth had.

"Unfortunately, sex is regulated here. If a girl or woman becomes pregnant out of wedlock and has no means to support her offspring, she can expect to be Arena fodder. If she is caught selling her body on the street, she is found guilty of a capital crime. If she finds herself in a brothel, she will be expelled when she loses her looks, becomes too old, becomes pregnant, and again will end up in the Arena. The Academy bypasses those horrible results. By teaching these girls to enjoy sex and how to give the most pleasure to their owners, the girls command high prices. Owners of expensive items take good care of those items. The girls are usually well cared for. They have escaped the cruel, inhumane streets of Rome. They have not been brainwashed. They see life and sex as nature has ordained. They are more realists than those who haven't had their training."

"Steev, you need to open your eyes and look around you. You are so engrossed in your inventions and the Guard that you fail to see the dynamics of this household. You're a typical male; you see only the surface of a situation. You see only the slavery of the girls and servants here; that is far from the truth. Every one of them is safe and cared for. Claude offered to manumit the servants in the past; they pleaded with him not to do so. He took them into his home and gave them minor tasks to do. He purchased them, male and female equally, so they could pair up.

"He bought the musicians to keep them together and out of the hands of hard taskmasters. The reason he has not deflowered them is that he thinks of them as his children. He loves them and protects them. He doesn't think of Zhanet as his slave; she is his wife and mistress of his household."

"But Cherl, the musicians have no one to love. They are alone."

"You are as blind as Zhanet says. The musicians have each other, and they do love each other as loving sisters do. Of course, they do have sex with each other, but it's not incest, as they are not actually related. Furthermore, they have sex with me, with Zhanet, with Sera and Keri, and I have given permission to Sylvi and Heather to have sex with them. This is one happy family. Furthermore, with so many people to do what work is necessary, no one has to work very hard. This is the best of all possible worlds for the people in this household. We were very fortunate that we met Claude when we first arrived here.

"Claude has even looked into the future to take care of everyone; he has had his advocate draw up his will leaving this estate and a large percentage of his wealth and income to the residents here. His will has a provision for their manumission, their freedom. It will take some adjustment on their part, but they will be more mature by then, and better able to handle having to make their own decisions.

"The remainder of his holdings will go to establishing a hospital and training school for doctors. Plans are already underway to build a hospital for the Guard veterans, classrooms and living quarters adjacent to this part of the estate. When he is gone, the brightest minds in Rome will be just next-door. All of the unattached women here can, if they want to, find available men among those young doctors. The fact that they are beautiful and will be free and wealthy with Claude's money will certainly attract the men. Our girls, who are all nineteen and twenty now, will be sophisticated and sexually alluring women by then. They will have their pick of anyone they set their eyes on - man or woman.

"The Guard camp, or rather the Guard town is growing rapidly and will be a city some day. Thanks to you, the Guardsmen are self-sufficient already; every day new people arrive and are assimilated. They know what the mean streets of Rome are like and are grateful to be away from there. Steev, we are going to leave this area in far better condition than it was in when we first came here. This Rome gave us our lives back, and we gave it new life."

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Steev and Cherl ride the turbine-fueled buggies and learn the countryside. They always take two Guardsmen along, just in case- but they never run into trouble. The Guardsmen are always anxious to go along with them; it's a great experience for them, too. There are Guardsmen who ride dune buggies from the port and back and around Claude's estate, but they are on the alert for marauders and invaders. They don't have time to explore.

Occasionally, Steev, Marcus or Claude, and four Guardsmen take the long distance dune buggy and travel for many miles exploring areas that were previously unknown. They have some great adventures.

Cherl sends Heather to visit Sera and Keri several evenings a week. She gives Heather permission to eat out the girls after they have sex with Steev. Steev loves watching Heather lick his semen from his consorts' vaginas; he loves to look at her perfect breasts; the girls love to eat Heather and have her eat them; Heather loves being able to eat out Keri and Sera, and especially eating Steev's semen. It really is a win-win situation.

Heather idolizes Cherl for permitting her to have this opportunity. It isn't the same as being penetrated by a penis, but it's the next best thing. She gets to watch what Steev and Marcus do with their penises, which thrills and excites her. She also gets to have oral sex with Cordele after Sylvi's mother and Marcus has sex together. She is allowed to have sex with the girl musicians, and she always has Sylvi and Cherl to make love to. Heather is in a sexual wonderland.

Cherl thinks that for Heather's next birthday, she will give Heather a present: she will allow her to suck Steev and Marcus after they have ejaculated into their women. She hopes that Heather's heart can handle the shock. Maybe, if Sylvi can stay out of trouble long enough, she too, could be allowed to suck Steev. 

Claude and Steev pore through the blueprints and plans that Steev had replicated; they find quite a few more products that the Guardsmen can build, and the encampment has become a manufacturing as well as a farming community. It has evolved from a refugee camp to a small town. It takes up land in a semi-circle between Claude's estate and the shoreline. With the Guard's acreage protecting his land from the sea and the ever-vigilant Guard patrolling the land for many miles around, Claude feels completely safe for the first time since he had the estate built.

He wonders how he would have fared without this strange couple that has changed his life for the better; oddly, they seem unaware of how valuable they are to him; they keep thanking him for his largesse. He has discussed with Zhanet the possibility of giving the girl musicians to Cherl and Steev as a token of appreciation. Zhanet has politely told him that she doesn't think that Cherl and Steev could handle any more sex. Anyway, Cherl has sexual access to the girls already; she doesn't need to own them. Furthermore, Steev has been finding it difficult keeping up with the sexual needs of Keri and Sera.

There are six hymens in the household that have not been ruptured by a penis. Could a tongue possibly accomplish that? Well, if not, maybe a young doctor would have that honor some day.

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Epilogue: Fifteen years have gone by; Claude passed away almost five years ago. Zhanet and Steev have been administering Claude's estate and have established a personal relationship. Zhanet, now in her late forties, the female musicians, Sera, Keri, Sylvi, and Heather have all been freed. The other former Academy girls and Heather are in their mid thirties and have purchased their own sex slaves from the Academy Server Mart. Cherl has also bought two girls to replace Sylvi and Heather to keep her warm at night. She also has sex with Cordele, the female musicians, and her two former slaves from time to time. She claims that she is wallowing in female flesh.

Most of the women have been trained in business by Claude and now hold important jobs at the medical school and the teaching hospital. Finally, Heather has had her wish fulfilled: she has become involved with a doctor and has had that onerous membrane, her hymen, ruptured by him. They plan to marry in the near future. She intends to surprise him from time to time by inviting one of the former Academy girls or her own sex slaves into their bed. She can't wait to see his reaction the first time he walks in and finds two or more nude women in their marital bed. 

Heather wears a formal chiton around the estate and in her office at the medical school; however, in her apartment, she wears only an old tattered loincloth leaving bare her luscious, succulent breasts. Tears well up in her eyes whenever she thinks about how well life, Cherl, and this household have treated her. She speaks English with Steev and Cherl occasionally, but she is losing that language. Thoughts of her mother and her mother's homeland have almost faded away.

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Endnote: Although this is currently the end of this story, I may reopen it at some later date if the Muse tickles me. I have some other stories in mind, and I want to pursue those.