Chloe was relieved when Marcus stopped at a litter just a few streets away. There were several slaves waiting to bear it and presumably whatever else he required. He gestured one particularly evil looking specimen over.
"Atretes! I seem to have acquired a slave this morning. I still have business to deal with, so take her back to my villa and see that she is prepared. I plan to give her as a gift at this evening’s party."
Chloe's heart sank. Not only was she being turned over to this hulking man but she could not count on staying with Marcus. The way the big man was looking her over scared her. Again she felt that odd rush between her legs, the tightness in her belly. She didn't know what could be causing these reactions in her, some manifestation of fear or humiliation? It was almost pleasurable...
No! She was just frightened. That was all. Atretes pushed her into the litter and walked along side it as they moved through the streets.
"Might as well enjoy it little one, you will be exhausted before the night is done if I'm any judge of things."
His eyes raked over her again. He was a big man with scars on his arms, chest and face that looked like slashes. His nose had been broken at some point and set a little crookedly. His blond hair was cropped short in the roman style but he looked like one of the barbarians fighters from Germania.
"What a shame the master is sending you on. I would have loved to have you in the villa."
He sighed, then grinned wickedly
"Ah well, I'll just have to make the most of the time available."
They arrived at a beautiful villa Chloe was dazzled by the sheer opulence and wealth on display. Atretes pulled her through a side door and into plainer passages.
He brought her to a room with a stone floor that had a drain in it. A large stone slab dominated the center and water fell from a pipe on one wall into a basin then ran out onto the floor. Chloe had never seen anything like it.
"The master likes his property clean. I'll send in a bath slave in a moment but first you will attend to me."
He pushed her to her knees before him and removed his tunic. His large member sprang free, thickly veined and an angry red. Chloe looked up at him in shock and confusion. She finally found her voice.
"But what am I to do?"
Atretes was a little surprised, how could a slave be so ignorant? An unprotected girl in the slave quarters was fair game unless the master ordered otherwise and the slave pits were even less forgiving. If she were a virgin it would be worth his life to spoil his master’s gift. On second thought Marcus had given no instructions, and he did say to prepare her, so as long as he did nothing permanent… He grew even more excited and his shaft reflected his arousal.
"Take me into your mouth!"
The expression on her face was comical as she obediently opened her lips and engulfed him. He waited but she remained still. He would have to walk her through this.
"Use your tongue girl! And if I so much as feel a tooth I will make you regret it!"
Chloe was at a loss. His cock was in her mouth thick and slightly salty. She could only fit the top and part of the shaft. She began to trace him with her tongue, twisting a bit as she attempted to stroke the top. She brought up a hand to steady herself and accidentally brushed her fingers over his sac, so different from her own body! She had seen the other slaves naked and doing things like this but she had been kept separate. The slave dealers had wanted her virginity intact.
Atretes groaned at the touch and began to thrust in her mouth. She felt strangely powerful, as though she controlled that strong body with nothing but her lips, her tongue.