Slave Girl: Chapter 43 (Patreon)

This is basically three chapters condensed into one.  I hope it is not too jarring, I just wanted to move things along a bit.

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Rosa pauses with the ropes to look at me and smile.  “Happy boy.”  She ruffles her hand through my sweaty hair then returns to the knot.

“Yes.”  I giggle.  “So happy.”

“That’s good.”  She says.  “Now just rest.  Enjoy the feeling.”

“Okay.”  I say.  Before I obey though I simply had to ask.  “Are you happy my Lady?”

“Of course I am.”

“Good.”  I beam.  Wanting so desperately to express to her how much this all meant to me I say again the only words that even came close to telling her how I really felt.  “I love y…”  She fixes me with an angry flash of her eyes.  I actually whimper at the intense glare from my dominant and I shrink down into the bed clamping my mouth shut.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t!”  She warns me.

“Yes my Lady.”

Her expression softens and she pets my leg.  “Be still now.  Close your eyes.  Just enjoy this moment.”

“Yes my Lady.”  I whisper and obey.

I lay still as she unties me.  As each limb is released I feel strained joints and knotted muscles relax to bring another rush of pleasure into the blissful swirl I was already floating in.  While I missed the comfort and security of my bondage the physical relief freedom brought was much needed.  My flesh was not as resilient as my submissive spirit.  Soon I am relaxed and laying flat in the center of the bed, but Rosa wasn’t done yet.  First she cleans me using the cloth and wash basin that was provided with the room.  She washed the jizz from my face and the other bodily secretions drying about my body, finishing with my butt.  Still she was not done.  With her soft warm hands she massages me, not deeply but pleasantly.  She finds and soothes every tense muscle and tendon that had been stressed by the bondage with her healing hands.  As she arranges the pillow and covers me in a blanket she finishes with a very quiet prayer, the only bit of which I hear is “…and watch over him and protect him…”.

When done I am a very happy puddle of quivering flesh, feeling a relaxation the likes of which I never imagined before.

“Are you asleep?”  Rosa whispers.

“No.” I smile.  “Almost though.”  My voice is my own again.  Somewhere along the way my trance had lifted, though I still felt incredible.

Rosa’s soft little body slides in under the covers with me to take me into a cradling embrace and cuddles up tight.  “You did so good baby.  So good.”

Against my side I could feel her thick dick had softened about halfway.  Once more I had gotten off but she hadn’t, not in that way.  “I wish you’d let me take care of that.”

“Shhh.”  She runs her fingers through my hair.  “Shhhhh.”  Softly she hums a song I had not yet heard, a whimsical but wistful little tune.

She pets my hair and holds me close and hums her song…and the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes to the dawn’s amber light streaming in through the window.  I take a long breath in through my nose and let it slowly escape through my mouth.  I felt…amazing.  Stiff, achy, and tired, but energized body and soul.  The stiffness a bit of walking would quickly sort out but I knew this buzz could last right through the day based on our experience after the slave shack.  I take a moment to wonder how that slave family was doing.  Hopefully the master hadn’t discovered their breaking of the rules for a couple of poor strangers.

I grin as I feel the arm across my chest and the sharp horn jabbed against my shoulder.  Turning my head I see Rosa at my side, her soft features at peace in her slumber.  The events of the night before had a dreamlike quality to them yet, unlike dreams, had a firm root in my memory.  Oh what a night.  The wonderfully gratifying soreness that I was feeling in my ass brought extra vibrancy to the lewd memories.  As amazing at it was however one off note stood out from the song.  I stare at my beautiful bedmate as I see in my mind’s eye that brief flash of anger from the night before.

I didn’t know what I had done wrong but I strongly suspected.  My grandpa always told me that in couples that men took the lead in sex and business, women in family and matters of the heart.  He warned me never to use the L word unless the woman said it first.  He said it was the hallmark of a weak man.  While I cherished the submission and vulnerability Rosa allowed me I did not consider myself weak…though perhaps I was just fooling myself.  

I’d known her a week but I did love Rosa.  It wasn’t at all like the feeling I had toward my family or my goddess.  It was the type of love Ovid wrote about, the type of love that spurred the war of the Greeks and Trojans, the type of love that could bring a man to his knees or lift him to the heavens.  I knew I loved her, it burned inside of me, but I also knew I was a foolish farmboy ignorant of the secrets of a woman’s heart.  She warned me not to fall in love with her.  She told me that we did not need love for what we had.  She told me that I would have a wife that was not her.  Had she told me these things because she knew that she could never love me in that special way?  Was a boy a person to be treasured but not loved?  Did she need a man equal to herself to truly give her heart to?  I certainly did not feel worthy of her.  If I could not have her love…I would have to settle for whatever she would give me.  I let out a sigh as I hope I hadn’t soured what we had.

I close my eyes and recenter myself.  The road, the trip, our new home.  Like the slave hut this city and what we did here would live forever in my memory, but we had to keep moving.  I open my eyes again eager to feel the Appian beneath my feet once more.  Reaching over I very lightly brush a lock of Rosa’s feathery soft violet hair from her face.

“Mmmmm.”  She moans as she blinks her eyes open.  The moment she sees me she takes my breath away with a smile.  “Good morning Master.” She whispers.

“Good morning Rosa.”

She takes a long breath.  “Time to go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

We get up and tidy the room as best we could.  We pack up, Rosa coiling and tying my rope in a very particular way before making room for it and packing it away.  I fetch a fresh wash basin.  We clean up and I am shaved and before long we are dressed and ready to go.  We pause at the door to look back at the room.

“What a night.”  Rosa says.

“Yes.”  I agree.  “I almost feel a debt toward those Christian soldiers for making all of this possible.”

“Ha ha ha!”  Rosa laughs, a loud merry laugh.  “Ohhhh, I don’t think they’d like knowing what their coin purchased.”

“Makes it all the better.”  I chuckle.

We share a laugh before Rosa looks up at me.  She straightens my tunic as she says.  “Your Lady is tired.  I’m just your slave girl today, okay?  I need you to be my Master for a bit.”

Slowly a grin spreads on my face.  “Of course.”  I turn and open the door for her.  “After you my slave.”  She pinches my nipple through my tunic then skips on through the door.

On the way out of the inn we are momentarily delayed by the owner.

“We had complaints.”

“Oh?”  I say.

“Moaning and the like.  Late into the night.”

“Oh.  Uhhh, yeah.”  I mumble.  “Sorry about that.”

“Funny thing though, they said they couldn’t tell man from woman.”

My cheeks burn with an embarrassed blush as I recall my high soft submissive cries of passion.

“It was me.”  Rosa cuts in with a bashful servile look down to the floor.  “Master is a lot of man to handle.  He makes me sing most lewdly, I can’t control it.  My apologies Sir.”

The guy just grins and shakes his head.  “Keep it down next time as a courtesy to your neighbors.”

“Yes Sir.”  Both Rosa and I say at once followed by a giggle.

After a brief stop at a shrine to Feronia to make a donation and offering on behalf of the kind strangers who helped us during the storm we were flat broke once again.

Looking into our empty purse I quip.  “Since I met you we’ve rarely had two coins to rub together.”

“Thankfully we’ve had other things to rub together.”  She jests.  As I groan at her bad joke she pats my arm.  “We’ll get by.”

There was just one more stop I had to make in Beneventum.  Heading East, on the outskirts of the city, I spot the temple to my goddess Ceres.  It had been FAR too long since I connected with her.  After the experience with Ignatius it felt doubly important that I do so.  I stop in front of the steps and look up the tall stone pillars to see the sickle and sheaf symbol at the building’s crest.  Feelings from home wash over me in a flood.

Rosa, standing to my left, touches my arm.  “Take all the time you need.”

I nod.  Taking my land ownership papers with me I leave the pack with Rosa near the corner then climb the three wide steps to enter into the holy temple.  I have to talk my way in as I literally hadn’t a copper piece to offer but seeing my genuine need the priestesses let me in.  I walk slowly through the columned hall, my head bowed in reverence, and approach the great wooden figure of Ceres on her throne.  High on the walls were depictions of the various stages of a crop, from seeding to harvest and processing, each image associated with one of her helper gods.  In an alcove on her own her daughter Prosperina stands holding a torch.  The area was empty this time of day, most of her worshipers would be hard at work this time of the morning, and I was grateful both for the privacy as well as the lack of witnesses to see my paltry offering.  Kneeling on the cool marble floor before her I take a single lemon seed from the old plantation and place it upon the altar.

“My goddess.”  I pray, staring down at the lone seed.  “Meager as it is I offer this gift with a pure heart.  May it be planted and its bounty feed the people of this fine city.”  My gaze rises to look upon her feet.  “Forgive me for I was tempted to stray from you by a wicked man telling wicked lies.  My friend Rosa helped me find my path back to you.  She is…special.”  I pause and wipe my palms against my legs then place my legal documents at my knees.  “Please…please…bless this land.  Bless this new home I start.  I will work hard.  I will use all I know.  I will bring you offerings worthy of your greatness.  Please, I need this to work out.  I need this.”  I then go on to ask her to watch over my family and help them prosper.  As I stare at the documents I notice they are thicker than before.  I then notice the familiar parchment sticking out the end, Rosa’s ownership paper.  Rosa must have rolled all these together to make room for the rope.  I swallow nervously, afraid to tell Ceres too much about that aspect of my life for fear of punishment.  “And bless my slave.  She has much to learn of our country ways but…she is clever and able.  She is…she is a good woman.”  I scoop the papers up before I say too much.  I bow deeply then rise to my feet and leave the temple with an extra spring to my stride.

Rosa smiles as she sees me approach.  “Feel better?”

“Much!”  I say as I tuck the papers away then close and pick up the pack.  My eyes stray down the long road.  “Home.”

“Home.”  Rosa nods as she comes up beside me with a determination that matched my own in her eyes.

And off we go, on the road again.

We aren’t far along when we pass the hunched shuffling form of an old woman in a worn gray shawl pulling a creaking old handcart behind her.  It was odd to see one so old pulling her own cart.  I comment on it once we were out of earshot, saying that she must be close to home.

“Oh, no, she’s got a long journey ahead of her.”  Rosa says.  “Longer than ours even.”

“She does?”

“She’s on a pilgrimage.  I spoke to her while you were praying.  She’s a follower of Ceres too, she’d just come out of the temple.”  Rosa replies.  “She’s nice.  Real nice.  She didn’t even mind that I was an Amazon.”

“She didn’t?”  I look back over my shoulder to see the weathered old woman waddling along at a snails pace.  “A pilgrimage…for Ceres?”

“Yeah.  She said she had a vision that she was to visit each temple and shrine to her goddess along the Appian Way.”  Rosa says.  “You’ve gotta respect her devotion.  At that age I’m not sure I could…”

“It takes many strands to make a rope.”  I mutter as my steps begin to slow.

Rosa stops what she was saying to tug at my hand.  “Come on slow poke.  We’ll never get there at this rate.”

“Many strands make a rope.”  I say again, my steps slowing more.

“Huh?”

“It is something that Ceres teaches.”  I stop and turn to look back along the road.  “We’re stronger together than apart.”

“Well…obviously.”  Rose tilts her head.

I look out over the vast fields of grain that spread out from this side of the city then back to the old woman with her cart.

“You’re going to help her.”  Rosa says as she reads my intention.

“Just until the next temple.”  I say.

“It’s not our problem.”

“It is now.”

“It will slow us down.”  She says.

“It will speed her up.”  I reply.  With purpose in my steps I walk back West toward the old woman.  “Come along my slave.”

A cheerful voice says just behind me.  “Yes Master.”

Chapter 44