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 Laria woke early, before the sun came up, and before anyone in the
household had stirred.  She rolled over under her blanket and looked across
the room.  Even though the room was small, she couldn't see Andela, the
other slave girl, through the gloom.  She wasn't cold because Roman houses
held the day's heat well into the night.  She kicked the blanket off and
stretched.  She felt the itch between her legs, and one hand moved down to
masturbate, while the other moved to her breasts.  She was already wet, and
her fingers felt good on her pussy.  It was hard to stay quiet.  she was
breathing heavily and let out a long, low moan.

   "You shouldn't do that, Laria," Andela whispered out of the gloom.  "If
Flavius hears you, you'll be punished." Laria smiled in the dark.  Even
though Andela was much younger, she was very smart.

   "Will the punishment really be worse than what he does anyway," Laria
asked.

   "No," said Andela, "I'm still sore from his last party."

   Laria remembered.  It made her wetter to think about it.  Her hand moved
on her pussy again, and she was close to coming.

   There were noises in the house, as people started their days.  Laria saw
light outside the room, and knew that fires were starting to heat water. 
She rolled over and stood up, then walked, naked, through the peristylum
(an open garden surrounded by a roofed colannade) to Falvius' oecus
(lounging room).  Flavius was lying naked on the bedding.  He was a big
man, at least 6′4″, very muscular, and very hot tempered. 
Flavius had interesting tastes, too.

   Laria knelt next to Flavius, at his hip.  His cock was hard, and slowly
throbbing.  She had to be ready to service him as soon as he woke up. 
Flavius opened his eyes and looked at her.  Laria immediately leaned
forward and began sucking him.  He rocked his cock in and out of her mouth.
She could smell his musky scent and taste Andela's flavor on his cock.  She
felt Flavius' calloused hand on her tit, which was hanging down and slowly
swaying.  She kept sucking as his hand tighted around her breast,
squeezing. Faster she went, trying to make him come before he hurt her too
badly.  He was close, but he was squeezing hard, and she started moaning
around his cock, almost gasping.  Flavius grabbed the back of her head,
squeezed her tit as hard as he could, and when she screamed he shoved her
head down on his cock, driving it down into her throat.  She pushed and
thrashed and gagged, trying to breathe, but he held her there.  Just before
she passed out, he came in her throat and pulled out, leaving her gasping
and coughing.

   "I'm having a party tonight," he said as he stood up, "and you're the
entertainment.  Make yourself ready."

   Even as she caught her breath, she was getting wet again.

   ***

   After dinner that night, when all the men had gone into the garden,
Laria took off her clothes and walked out to them.  The men laughed and
watched.  Falvius was known for throwing good parties; tonight, 30 of his
best fiends were there, drunk and horny.  Two of the men took Laria by the
arms and walked her to a stone block on the ground.  They told her to kneel
in front of it, which she did, and they laid her down over it so it was
under her stomach.  The cold stone made her nipples harden.  The men
shackled her wrists to another stone block out in front of her, so she
couldn't stand up.  Laria felt her legs being spread.  The men drove stakes
into the ground and tied her ankles to them, so her legs were spread, she
was kneeling over the stone, and her arms were stretched out over her head.

   The men began removing their togas.  Laria could not see what was
happening, but the men began laughing and applauding.  She jumped when
something cold and wet nuzzled her ass.  Then a very warm tongue licked her
cunt.  There was a dog behind her.  A fairly large dog.  In a moment she
was whimpering because he kept licking and licking.  She was very wet and
shivering with arousal.

   The dog mounted her, and she felt his cock drive up inside her.  Laria
orgasmed several times while the dog pumped her.  She was moaning and
bucking, and the feelings just got more intense.  The dog's cock started to
knot inside her, and she felt it swelling.  Searing pain drove through her
cunt as the dog filled her.  He couldn't pull out any longer, so he just
kept trying to drive deeper.  It felt like he was pulling her cunt out of
her.  She was crying and coming at the same time.

   What Laria couldn't see was little Andela kneeling in front of each man
in turn, holding an urn.  She would take his hard cock, suck it a few
times, and then milk it into the urn.  30 men came in the urn watching the
dog take Laria his bitch.

   The dog came in her; she could feel him squirting into her pussy.  He
went soft and they led him away.  The men unhooked Laria from the stones
and rolled her over.  Andela was standing there with her urn.  The men
pulled Laria to her knees, held her arms, and pulled her head back.

   "Drink," Flavius commanded.

   Andela began to pour the come from the urn into Laria's mouth.  There
was too much, and Laria couldn't swallow fast enough.  Slimy white cream
spilled out of her mouth and down her neck and chest.  The men laughed, and
some of them were getting hard again.  The urn was finally empty, and
Andela set it aside.

   The men holding Laria pulled her down on her back, and held her arms. 
Andela began licking Laria's breasts and nipples, sucking up the extra
come. She licked and kissed and sucked, working her way up Laria's neck. 
Soon Andela's sweaty body was lying on top of Laria, and they were kissing
madly, such on each other's tongues and lips.  This was too much for the
men, who pulled Andela off and carried her away to a bench.

   Andela's comfortably familiar body was replaced by one of Flavius'
friends.  He shoved his cock into Laria and started fucking her.  The dog
come had lubricated her well, and soon he sprayed into her too.
   The night had started.