Slave Girl 2: Chapter 107 (Patreon)

The next six weeks go by like a blur!

With strict routine on one hand and an endless bevy of interesting things happening around me on the other the days flit by so fast that I have trouble remembering what happened when.

In the category of the routine there is work, training, setting up the house and the deepening affection between Rosa, Cassie and I.  As work goes things simply could not be better.  With my young crew trained up and our camaraderie rock solid we soon outshine even the most experienced of the other teams.  Our efforts do not go unnoticed and we soon gain ourselves a nice raise from Horatius.  Even more valuable to me however was the respect that I was earning from him and the other landholders of the area.  I was getting a reputation for being a firm but fair supervisor who could inspire his men.

Though the schedule is grueling not once do we miss combat training.  Toke drives us hard to make us stronger, faster, more skillful and just flat out better men than the boys with tall tales we started as.  We learn to fight via strikes, grapples and weapons and we learn well.  Through growing and more defined muscle we could see the change in our bodies but it was the change to our spirit that shone through brightest.  There was a confidence that being able to handle oneself brought that could not be purchased any other way.  That same steel to the eyes and calmness of the nerves that we first saw in Toke is soon shared around the rest of us.  Through endless repetition we knew well each others capabilities and limits, and more importantly we knew our own.  Cassie grows with us.  As part of us but holding a special place in our group.  She started training with two brothers but soon gained four more among Gyasi, Julian, Oeneus, and Quique.  As for Toke he maintains the distance of a wizened mentor with the others.  To me however he was a merciless slave driver.  For every victory and mastered technique celebrated by the others I was grinding out three of my own to no fanfare.  “Get up.”  He would say, whether I did good or bad.  “Keep working.”  If not for Rosa’s warm praise each night afterward to replenish my pride I’m not sure I could have managed Toke’s stern treatment.  I almost hated the man…which I suppose is what he wanted.  Once, only once, do I get anything close to a kind word.  After one particularly grueling night when it was just him and I recovering and sharing a flask of wine he tells me in a low tone.  “You will be my legacy Master Quintus.”  True to character he never mentions it again.  The comment leaves me flattered but sickened.  Deep down I had this gnawing feeling that Toke was molding me into the very weapon by which he would take his own life.

Bit by bit my villa goes from the grubby and overgrown ruin of a pleasure palace we arrived at into a vibrant space appropriate for building a life and a family.  Repairs are made, fixtures replaced, plumbing cleared, cleaning galore, a coat of paint put on everything that needed one, and the whole house and garden gets a much needed dose of TLC.  After weeks it was a place to be proud of.  So much so that I at last feel confident enough to, at no small cost, send a message to my mother to let her know that I’d found my new life.  This place was still far too big for us but it was alive again and we were its beating heart.  Even the nymphs of the forest seemed to dance more gaily.

In the ways of love my blessings grow and grow to heights I never imagined.  The love of my slave, my Mistress, my Lady, my beloved, my Rosa is as steady as the earth beneath me and endless as the sky above.  What time we get together is spent so happily.  I do squeeze in my boy training when I could but with so much else on my plate during harvest it was at best maintaining the skills I’d already developed.  But I do so enjoy it.  With the help of her magic Rosa is soon able to shave me again in the mornings, the favorite of what she considered her duties as my slave.  Though I endure a few nicks that was a joyous day.  Understandably our sex life peters out to little more than me servicing my Lady’s needs once or twice a week.  With me bound in chastity it ends up being a mercy as by the gods it wouldn’t have taken much to set me off beneath my hedgehog codpiece.  The first couple of weeks are the worst as the fiery energy of my denied lust had to be forcibly directed into my other pursuits.  But after awhile I found myself entering a phase of incredible focus and drive.

For poor Cassie it was the opposite.  The early days seemed easy for her, so much so that she would sometimes take great delight in teasing me and getting me dangerously close to orgasm without permission.  But as the weeks wore on her passions grew to a fever.  A soft caress could make her blush and more than once I elicit a moan from her simply by grabbing her arm.  In our training she was forced to wear a special under layer beneath her training subligaculum due to the wetness of her sex.  And when she and I wrestled!  By the gods.  While our bodies battled our burning gazes made mad, passionate love.  Despite not having a chastity device and despite not being under our supervision at nights Cassie endured.  Even after being offered a onetime release by our Lady she refused, saying that if I could see it through that she could to.  With sex off the table the foundation of Cassie and I’s relationship was forced to be built in other ways.  Sharing stories, laughter, kisses, intimacy and struggles I find her to be my most perfect partner.  And with them spending the days together her bond with Rosa grows in its own wonderful ways.

In and around this daily rhythm so many exciting and interesting things abound.  The first and most astounding thing was that Rosa’s body was changing.  It happened so slowly that at first we weren’t even sure it was real.  But as days turned into weeks the metamorphosis, while mostly subtle, could not be denied.  Her soft features were sharpening into a more refined elegance, her tapered ears were becoming more pointed, her horns grew, her resting temperature rose, and that little nub we’d discovered at the base of her spine turned out to be the sprouting of a tail!  That wasn’t all though.  Early on I thought I was imagining the extra strain in my jaw when I went down on her but as time passed it became evident that she was growing there as well.  Thankfully the transformation was happening so gradually, and her looks so exotic for the area already, that it seemed to go by unnoticed by the outside world.  But in our little household it the subject of much concern.

Rosa’s theory was that by practicing her magic, which she did everyday, she was somehow tapping into her father’s lineage causing her demon half to come more fully to the fore.  The one person in the area that might actually know, the wizard Lydia, we dare not tell.  Having nothing else to go off of we just assume Rosa’s theory correct.  The change was causing no pain or hardship for her so we keep an eye on it and let nature take its course.  Rosa’s practice, or ‘play’ as she called it, proves to be both triflingly easy and frustratingly difficult for her.  For magic that she could see manipulating it was as simple as thought.  But she soon feels limited with her collection of items, which now included a enchanted sewing needle that could mend fabric without a visible stitch left behind that she and Cassie discovered hidden among the items at a stall in the market in Grumentum.  Like the bracelets given to us by the kindly old Drusilla the merchant hadn’t a clue to the magic beneath his nose.  As for calling up magical energy from scratch as true wizards did Rosa hits a wall.  Under Silvanus’ watchful gaze and with Danae as moral support she swears that she is on the verge of a breakthrough but as of yet, nothing.

One of the unexpectedly pleasant aspects of the harvest weeks was the beginning of our business ventures.  Cas’s Charm School becomes the talk of the countryside and by the time they are actually running it they are forced to turn some away.  They could have made a fortune if not for Rosa’s insistence on keeping costs low.  Never had I seen a more motley collection of slaves, farm girls, and working class women from Grumentum.  They were as crass and boisterous as their laboring menfolk yet inside each of them was a lady waiting to emerge.  Cassie unfortunately could not join Rosa as the classes happened during training time but her time alone with the Lady during the day gave her more than enough private tutoring.  In the space of a month and a half Rosa goes from an object of fear and curiosity into the jewel of our rural community.  Just as she had with me she captures their hearts with her sweet charm.  As the weeks roll so too does the anticipation for the harvest ball that would mark the end of the charm school’s first run.  As part of the process every lady had to find herself a date which stirred up the local singles population like a rock thrown into a beehive.

Rosa was not the only one to find herself with a foot in the business world.  When Aristocles and Colly come out for their next visit, a visit that would include an introduction to the ever more horny Toke, they bring with them a welcome surprise.  Max and Cal, the men who helped Arisotcles and I defend his shop, had come along to see me.  They are blown away not only by what we’d done with the villa but also by Cassie’s incredible cooking.  After dinner Cassie and Rosa takes a nervous Aristocles and excited Colly off to our old slave quarters to meet the northman in a more cordial setting so that they could…do whatever it was they wanted to do together.  On that business I keep my distance to let Rosa work her mojo.

Meanwhile Max, Cal, and I enjoy some sweet wine that they’d brought with them while I give the pair a tour.  By sundown we find ourselves gathered at the gazebo, mostly to get away from the lewd moans coming from the villa, where, after swearing them to secrecy, I show them the codex in which the contraption I hoped to have built someday was depicted.  Understandably they are fascinated by the ancient tome.  It wasn’t everyday one got to see an Atlantean relic after all.  When Rosa returns we get her help translating the text, not an easy feat given her blindness but we manage it, and together we speculate on what might be done with this lost knowledge of distillation.  By the end of our wine we’d made a pact, with Aristocles included absentia, that we were going to undertake the process right here on my land.  We weren’t sure if the results would be profitable but the one thing we did know is that we’d have the market for it all to ourselves.

The pair spend the night and in the morning we discover Aristocles more chipper than we’d ever seen him and Colly looking a most satisfied goblin.  Despite Cal and Max’s extreme discomfort Aristocles shamelessly regales us with his version of what happened the night before.  No detail was too small as he tells us of how Toke ravished his darling dumpling before his eyes.  I knew Toke well enough that he would have enjoyed shaming the Roman just as much as Aristocles enjoyed getting shamed by the powerful Northerner.  It seemed a match made by Venus.  For her part Colly was ecstatic.  Her master was happy and she’d gotten some top notch sex out of the arrangement.  They were already talking about the next time, which ends up happening just a week later and then each week after that.  I cannot deny being touched though when she comes to my side for a hug and says, “He wath good.  But not ath good ath you, Thir.”  I thank her for the compliment with a kiss which darkens her chubby green cheeks.  That day Toke is more relaxed and upbeat as I had ever seen him.

And speaking of the kinky life that too sees some activity as not only does Lydia’s Sir make contact with my Lady to start to make arrangements for a proper introduction to the local community of Sirs, Ladies, boys and girls but she also receives a letter from Peisandros who was hoping we might accept him and his girl Aemelia for a visit.  With everything else going on I don’t know much about what is happening on this side of our lives but I trusted that my Lady had things under control.  Cassie was beside herself with nervous excitement about entering this secret world officially and as I had barely gotten a taste of it myself I was right there with her.  It made me feel good that I’d be introduced with her also kneeling at my side.

Like a gathering avalanche all of these things were connected to and gave impetus to every other thing.  We were making connections and friendships.  Income was starting to flow and we were building a good reputation for ourselves.  We were becoming a part of the community.  We were putting down roots.  Things could not have been going any better.  Until…

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“What’s she doing here?”  Lucas says, looking out across fresh cut field as he stretches out his back.  “Something’s up boss.”

“Mm?”  I stand and squint against the blinding midday light.

Coming toward us from the direction of my forest at a full sprint is Cassie.  Where was Rosa?  Why had she left her alone?  Seeing me spot her Cassie flails her arms and shouts with fear sharp in her voice.  “Quin!”  Just her terrified tone causes a chill to run through me despite the beating sun.  “QUIN!”

“What’s going on?”  Gyasi asks.

“I don’t know.”  I say, already in motion.  “Keep working.”  The words were barely out of my mouth when I am running with all of my strength toward the frightened looking Cassie.  Cassie doesn’t even let me reach her before she scrambles to a stop and starts running back again.  I quickly come up alongside her.  “What’s wrong?  What’s happening?”

“I don’t know.”  She says.  “It’s Rosa.  Something’s wrong with Rosa!”

Chapter 108