breasts jiggling and bouncing freely, much to the delight of the avid onlookers.
Races were run and various contests staged wherein the girls were said to learn the importance of discipline and teamwork though I suspected that the real reason for such games had more to do with the amusement of the slave drivers. I often stopped to watch these games, especially the “chariot races” that were staged with slave girls harnessed to the traces in teams. Of course, these were not the heavy war chariots found in the legions, but specially made lightweight traps, nothing more than a frame of saplings with two spoked wheels attached.
Teams of four or six girls were placed on hands and knees; harness straps laid upon their shoulders and belted to their hard young bodies. The chariot’s traces were then attached to the harnesses along their flanks. Smooth dowels of soft wood were placed between their teeth to serve as bits so that reins could be attached to steer. Since the onlookers liked to bet on the winners of these contests, one team was designated the “red” team; the other, the “blue.” The team colors were displayed by “tails” provided by the helpful slave drivers. These were plumes made of horsehair, dyed in vibrant colors, and sprouting from squat plugs at one end. The plug was oiled and inserted into a girl’s anus, the plume allowed to flop down over her bare bottom. I thought these “tails” a most delightful touch.
The team was now ready for the start of the race. But first, the drivers had to be chosen. For this task younger, slender, wiry girls were preferred. The drivers were given light switches which they used with considerable enthusiasm because the losers-drivers as well as teams-faced inevitable punishment once the race was over. So a simple flick of the light whip was all that was need to get them going, sending the naked slave girls scrambling over the grass, hips shifting and buttocks churning merrily as they crawled as fast as they could on hands and knees, pulling the little chariot behind them while the crowd cheered its favorites.
After the last of the day’s races, punishment was meted out, an event that had the crowd jostling forward and scrambling to find a place with a good view of the proceedings. The losers were lined up in a row side by side with enough distance separating them so they might widen their stance. As one of the slave drivers took his place behind the line, a wicked paddle in his hands, each girl in turn was made to spread her legs, bend over, and clasp her ankles. With well-trained slaves, the punishment proceeded like clockwork The first girl leaned over obediently, bending from the waist to reach down and grab her ankles. A single resounding “Smack’” rang out as the leather paddle met the jutting bottom, sending the girl jerking in recoil. At the sound of the solid blow, the next girl was to lean over immediately and assume the position, promptly offering up her tight young bottom for similar treatment.
Thus the overseer worked his way down the line. And woe to the girl who failed to hold the pose, for if the recoil should drive her to release her ankles and bound upward, hands flying back instinctively to rub away the hurt (as sometimes happened, particularly with novices), then she would be in for five more. Should the breach of protocol persist, the miscreant would be tied in place over a trestle to receive further instruction in perfect compliance.
As commander of the local garrison, I was made most welcome in the slavers’ camp. I quickly learned to allow Sergeant Metellus to negotiate with them to arrange for an escort, while I took advantage of their often-lavish hospitality. No man was more generous with his hospitality than Kimar, a prosperous slave dealer well known in certain circles in Rome, who specialized in providing the very finest sex slaves. When I first met him, I discovered how the wealthier slave dealers traveled in luxury.
I remember my surprise when Kimar, hatched-faced, with a perpetual lean and hungry look, first welcomed me to his spacious, pleasantly cool tent Expensive rugs had been thrown down on the floor of the tent, pillows were strewn about, and couches arranged around low tables heaped with fine food on golden plates so that one might wine and dine in comfort, all the while allowing one’s eyes the pleasure of visually caressing the naked bodies of a brace of attractive females. Slave girls were summoned regularly to enhance the surroundings, for Kimar dearly loved to show off his wares. And he did so in the most astonishing ways!
For example, an amazing sight greeted me as I entered the dimly lit tent. There-hanging by her wrists from a rope that ran over a pulley set at the very the top of the high tent post-was a naked woman. She was tall and slender, with long, dark hair spilling down over her shoulders. She had been gagged with a strip of red silk, and the rope which held her wrists high over her head had been pulled taut till her sleek curves stretched out in elongated sinuous lines.
The demanding pose might quickly have become painful had she not been strung up in such a way that her straining toes could just barely touch the rug, thus relieving the weight from her arms. A more demanding pose, my host confided, would have the girl trussed up with one leg raised, bent at the knee, the foot tied behind. This would have forced her to balance her weight on one foot only, poised on the very tips of her toes. He seldom used that particular pose, although it had its uses, he assured me with a cryptic smile.
I remember how, on one occasion, the inventive slaver had a girl hanging from the ceiling in a most unusual way. She was a small-breasted girl, built like a gymnast, with a lanky body, compact hips, and slender thighs. She had been suspended as “punishment” for some minor offense and, as was often the case, her master decreed that her punishment should serve as entertainment for his guests.
It so happened that I arrived just in time to see her being trussed up. She had been laid on the center of the rug on her belly, her legs pulled apart, arms pulled straight up over her head, and wrists bound together. The ropes that hung from pulleys placed at each corner of the tent’s ceiling were attached to the ankle and wrist bands, and the lines were tightened, hoisting her up till her body hung swaying a few feet off the floor. Her lithe torso bowed in a shallow curve, legs held open and pulled back, tits hanging down, and ass upturned and placed conveniently at hand.
Her master was not quite satisfied with the arrangements. As an additional refinement, he ordered that her slumping head be raised and her long auburn hair pulled back and the hank of hair looped with a cord that was attached to a thin belt that encircled the girl’s waist and pulled taut. The effect was to keep her head well up so the poor girl was forced see the guests who came to admire her, and they, in turn, could watch her eyes as they greedily savored her healthy young body. Finally, she was gagged, a wadded rag stuffed in her mouth and held in place with a silk scarf wrapped around her head. The gag would stifle any cries that might emerge as her tautly curved body was admired freely and lavishly by her master’s randy guests.
The esteemed visitor to Kimar’s tent was always graciously invited to sample his wares. There were several of us in the tent that day, and we each politely took our turns passing our hands slowly over the taut curves of that youthful swaying body, cupping the small hanging tits, running a flattened palm down over the shallow curve of the torso, pressing along the slope of the midriff, the undercurve of the belly and on up between the splayed sinewy legs to fondle the slightly gaping womanhood. The pert upturned ass beckoned seductively, simply inviting the masculine hand to feel the small tightened mounds, to squeeze and manipulate those firm little cheeks with abandon till the girl shook and we heard her stifled moans escaping from around the gag.
One fellow stood between the outstretched legs and took advantage of the gaping pussy placed before him to slide a finger or two between the pinkish lips of her vulnerable vagina. He tickled her innards and diddled her cunt with short tiny thrusts, till the gurgling moans rose in intensity, and he had the girl whimpering in short plaintive cries. Then he pulled back and waited while she tried desperately to close her thighs on his hand. And he teased her like that, toying with her highly responsive body till finally he took pity on her and decided to finish her off. We watched him finger-fuck the suspended girl with short furious strokes that had her mewing urgent cries and thrashing about in her bondage.
Kimar always accompanied his large slave trains on their journeys to Rome, and when he traveled, he traveled in style. For each journey, he selected a handful of the finest women to be his private harem for the length of the trip. He had a discerning eye, and the female slaves quickly learned to vie for his attention. Being chosen by the slave master meant a welcome respite from the long hours of marching.
The fortunate women whom he chose for his personal use to ease the rigors of the journey were most magnanimously permitted to ride on the wagons. They were well fed and well treated. Because their master insisted on cleanliness, they were given the opportunity to bathe frequently. And though they, like the other slaves, were kept naked when in camp, they were allowed to groom themselves and use cosmetics and scents that might serve to increase their appeal to their master. These slaves were shared generously with local dignitaries who were given special invitations to visit Kimar’s tents.
Once we were settled on the couches and given cups of wine, a handful of these attractive young girls would appear at the entrance to the tent, pleasingly naked save for the bands of leather at their necks, wrists, and ankles. Silently, and without a word from their master, they would enter and immediately arrange themselves shoulder to
