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She gladly felt these tremors, filling her back hole with hot ejaculate.
Mirtis was sitting on the floor, her back pressed to the doorjamb. She had already experienced a couple of orgasms, watching intercourse, and now, stroking herself between her spread legs, she moaned softly. Seeing that it was all over, the “wolf” winked at Emilia and laughed:
- Sometimes there are such clients that you do not want to let go. And then look forward to a new meeting with them.
The young aristocrat nodded. But although her flesh triumphed with pleasure, the feeling of shame, the feeling of shame, were not shared anywhere. They still tormented the Roman woman, burned her soul, shouted, protested against what had happened.
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One January morning, Emilia woke up because someone was shaking her shoulder aggressively. The girl opened her eyes and saw Mirtis leaning over her.
- Wake up!
- What? What happened?
Here, to the ear of the young aristocrat, there came a muffled but distinct noise. As if a crowd of thousands of people roared somewhere nearby. The voices of the shouted merged into a single, frightening and terrible roar.
Following Mirtis, the girl came out of her cage. Everywhere, where do not throw your eyes reigned turmoil. Alarmed women, frightened guards, even more frightened clients rushed about the decks. Emilia saw Leno Quint. He with one of his assistants in a hurry towards the left side. Quint was terrified. Before the hearing of the girl came his hasty, confused speech:
- Faster ... you need to get out of here ... There is a boat. Take two more. Prisk! Where is Prisc?
- He is waiting. Must wait for us, - the assistant answered, shaking and knocking with his teeth. “I promised him money if he waited.”
- What's happening? - muttered Emilia, overwhelmed by anxiety and excitement.
“The emperor is dead,” said Mirtis.
Young matron froze, as if struck by lightning. What the girlfriend said seemed something incredible, completely impossible.
“He was killed yesterday, and this morning the message reached Ostia,” said Myrtis. “I heard from the guards.”
- Is that really true?! Cried Emilia. - Could Caligula himself not have spread this rumor to laugh at everyone?
“I don’t know,” Mirtis shrugged and began searching for her raincoat. - I say that I heard.
- And this noise? - Emilia began to look around. - Where is he from?
“From the pier,” Myrthis finally found her pen. - There is a huge crowd. Require everyone to release. I'm going down. If they start releasing, I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
“You think everyone will be released now?” Asked Emilia, her heart pounding with excitement.
“Probably,” Mirtis shrugged again. “If the emperor is really dead, why keep us here?”
- Wait, I'm with you! - exclaimed the young matron and began to gather.
Among the first hundred women they got to the pier. A huge crowd of men flooded everything around. There were also representatives of the aristocracy and plebeians. Powerful people arrived with whole armed squads of slaves, customers, and friends. Anger cries came from everywhere, calls to deal with the guards and pimps, to burn the ship. A well-known plebeian speaker, Fabio Sylvan, climbed up on one of the barrels and using a mouthpiece, shouted that the damned ship must be set on fire, but first all the women had to go out.
“Farewell,” Mirtis whispered to the young matron before dissolving into the crowd.
“Good luck to you,” the girl replied. - Take care of yourself.
Someone touched her shoulder. She turned around.
Father!
His eyes were filled with tears, his lips trembled.
- Daughter!
They embraced and stood for a minute in the midst of the raging human sea. But now, a little away, Emilia saw that behind his father are several of his loyal friends, as well as armed servants.
- And Mark? Where is Mark? - anxiously asked Emilia, not seeing among the accompanying father of her husband.
“He's not ... No more,” his father muttered.
- How?
The girl's heart seemed to break down somewhere, a crushing lump appeared in her throat, her eyes stung.
“Mark got a reception from the emperor and asked to let you go,” his father began to tell by hanging his head. - But Caesar, just laughed and said that if you let every whore take the time off from his work, his treasury would be completely empty. Mark was angry, threw in the face of Caligula, that you are not a whore, but he is a nasty ruler, if he gets all his income like a despicable pimp. Caligula was furious and ordered Mark to be killed. He was hacked at Caesar's feet and he washed his sandals in spilled blood.
A terrible melancholy, huge and heavy, as the Tarpean rock (17) lay on the heart of Emilia. But she did not cry, did not scream, only tightly pressed her lips and something dark, evil and bloodthirsty appeared in her eyes. Seeing the condition of his daughter, the senator hugged her again and hurriedly spoke:
- Mark's dust was sent to his house. You, too, can go back there. But I suggest to go to me. Do not cry, daughter, hold your heart together. We will find you a worthy husband, no less worthy than Mark Tertius Flavius was. And no one, you hear, no one dares to even give a hint about your shame! I'll shut up my throats!
“Father, is it true that Caesar is murdered?”
- Yes daughter. Yesterday, before the start of the second breakfast in the underpass, a fair retribution was made to the tyrant. He, the wife of Zesonius and their vile offspring, Julia Drusilla, were sent to Hades. Well, now we go. There is no need to stay here anymore.
They passed through the crowd and climbed onto a wide street near the port. There were many carriages. For Emilia, a closed wagon was prepared and Lidis, a tearful maid, stood beside her. At the sight of Emilia, the slave rushed to her.
- Madam!
The young matron raised the faithful slave from her lap and smiled at her.
- All is well, Lidis. We're going home.
- How thin my mistress, hung up. And clothes! What horrible plebeian clothes you have! - Lidis lamented, fussing around the crew.
While preparations for departure were going on, Emilia stepped aside a little and looked at the huge ship. How to forget it now? How to erase from memory? Is it possible?
The enraged crowd, already pushed the guards aside, many fled themselves, fearing reprisals. People broke into the "Sword of Poseidon" and what was happening inside now, it was even scary to imagine. Weeping women were taken out of the ship, then naked clients were dragged twice. Under the bloodthirsty roar of the crowd, husbands and brothers trampled on them, kicked and stabbed them with daggers, avenging for the outraged honor of the women of their family. And that was just the beginning. A lot of blood is still spilled today in Ostia and Rome.
Someone grabbed Emilia by the elbow, abruptly and unceremoniously interrupting her thoughts. She turned and saw Admar’s grinning face. Slightly stood Murab.
“Hey, where are you going?” - Punyts slightly yanked the young matron by the hand. - How did you get out? And we decided with a friend to visit you again.
Apparently, these two did not yet know what happened and were not aware of the latest news.
- Take your hand, dirty slave! - threw Amelia, sharply releasing from capture.
Puniyts's lower jaw dropped in surprise. Ethiop's eyes widened.
- Hey, pussy, what the ...
Here, Admar stopped himself. At first, looking around, and then casting his gaze towards the port, he seemed to begin to understand that something was happening that he should have known before going here.
“You dared to touch the citizen of Rome,” said Emilia arrogantly and arrogantly, gazing at the Punian. - You will pay for it, slave.
She turned to her agitated father. At the sight of the senator himself, as indicated by his toga with a wide purple band, the slaves were completely frightened. Nodding in their direction, Emilia shouted:
- These two insulted me! I want them dead. Here and now!
Father understood everything instantly. He only gave a sign to the servants, and he and his daughter walked aside. Puniyets and Ethiopians were beaten with sticks and legs. They died long and painfully, choking in their own blood. Emilia watched without stopping until the slaves breathed their last.
Already in her father's house, washed and dressed in patrician-like clothes, Emilia told her to call for the scribe (18) and when he appeared, they made lists. In the evening, Emilia filed their father.
“Here are the names of people who insulted me, who did not behave properly.”
“I understand,” Publius Varii Vicinius nodded, unrolling the parchment scroll. - Do you want to punish them?
- Yes, father.
- The gods are merciful, the very first Postumius Albin! Cried the senator.
“Don't be surprised by this,” Emilia grinned. - He turned out to be a rare bastard. And then there will be more names of famous people in Rome.
Publius Vicinius scanned the list with his eyes, and he muttered:
“So, so, Joseph Levi, the spice dealer, the horseman Titus Flavius ... the owner of the bakeries Aventine Cornelius Flamin ... the owner of the fish warehouses Atilius Tusk ... the legionnaire Marcius ...
- Marcius ?! - Emily startled. - No, no marcia strike out.
- Cross it out? - the senator was surprised.
“He's not guilty,” Emilia blushed, looked away. - this legionary did not insult me.
- He did not use ... you?
“He ...,” the young matron hesitated, “did not touch me.” Cross it out, please.
- As you say, - father shrugged and continued to get acquainted with the list. When he reached the end, he sighed: - Yes, there are many famous people here.
- Yes, father.
- And you want their death.
- This is the smallest payment for my insulted honor! Cried Emilia, clenching her little fists.
- It is dangerous to start such games, daughter.
- I know. But my heart craves reckoning. My honor requires revenge.
“Yes, we will punish everyone who deserves it,” the senator nodded. - Anyway. Just be patient.
- And more, father.
- Yes, my dear?
- We need to find a girl named Mirtis. She comes from Syria. Was with me on that ship. Let her say hello from me, wish you good luck and ten thousand sesterces.
“Good,” Publius Vicinius nodded. - My people will find her.
“Now, I will go to sleep,” said Emilia. - I'm so tired, so empty and cold inside. And may my Mark, my dear Mark come to me in a dream.
(1) Guy Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus - the full name of the Roman emperor Caligula
(2) the vestibule is the same as the modern one. lobby.
(3) horsemen - the second after senators in terms of privileges and significance of the estate in Rome
(4) the atrium is the central part of an ancient Roman house, the reception room
(5) Pala - a kind of cloak worn in Rome, both by women and men.
(6) fisk - treasury, treasury
(7) lupanar - a public house
(8) Ostia - the port city, the sea gate of Rome
(9) Nemi is a lake in Italy, where the remains of ancient giant ships of the Caligula epoch were found.
(10) Leno - abbreviation from lenocinium - the pimp, the owner of the brothel
(11) Peregrin - a person who is personally free, but not having Roman citizenship, resident of conquered lands or a foreigner.
(12) picse (lat) - one of the names of the female genital organs with a touch of indecency, too, that pussy.
(13) soley - primitive sandals consisting of a rough sole and a strap, usually worn by slaves.
(14) Aurey - Roman Gold Coin
(15) Princeps - one of the appeals to the emperor in Rome, as the first of the ruling parties.
(16) She-wolf - so called in Rome prostitutes, usually serving the soldiers and sailors.
(17) The Tarpean Rock is a sheer cliff in Rome to the west of Capitoline Hill.
(18) Scribe - the same as a clerk, secretary.
Erixx
2014
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Perhaps it is better to remove the name in brackets? :) And so well worth it.
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I put 10 points.
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aaaaaabaldet ...
in any way laudatory praise, etc., how have I been waiting for a new story and again I bow my head in front of your pen ...?
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Great story: and historicity is observed and the language is good and slaves were killed, in general, great, as always, by the way!
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You are great as ever in your work. Otherwise, you just do not know how. I join the rest of 10 balls.
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really cool !!! 10 points
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it was written beautifully, but the style reminded stories with a boa. The author changed the subject but did not change the historical period?
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Anyone who has read, liked it, and who may not be so special - thanks. Thanks for the good comments. Of course, they help me navigate as the author. I have long wanted to give readers a story from the time of Caligula, but everything did not work out as it was. Well, in February of this year, I found the time to write. Now, something needs to be done with Messalina. She was an interesting woman.
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Just great! Many details, good, sustained style, read as a literary work!
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interesting story, I liked it, in my opinion even reliable
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The beginning and the ending are necessary, fascinating. Ah, here in the middle I got bored: for too long about the same thing, even ran diagonally. Here is an impression, but I see no reason to find fault. Here and for any nonsense, dozens of sypyat like peas, and you have quite high-quality work. Grade + 9.
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I agree with Eugene 3 from above, really in the middle I was a little bored.
But in any case, this is one of the best stories I've read lately.
10/10
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Here, it would seem, the author has a good imagination.
There are no problems with the narrative and the coherence of the narration.
But no! Stamps will spoil everything.
Enumerate that in past stories, which is why, it can be a long time.
Something goes from story to story, there is something only in it, but it does not lose its "redness" from it.
Such frequent great-masters of love, that even concubines will be forced (although it would seem to go to hell?) To enter the ocean of passion.
Yes ... it seems that only professionals do not get high from work, but amateurs are very even.
And if I don’t know what the young odalisks are, so thankful customers will be happy to teach them.
Wives for a sweet soul become whores, friends - traitors. Everything is as usual.
And so on and so forth.
Total: Perlovka from sex stories, beautifully designed and richly filed. But as if she did not hint at her sophistication, she would not go further than the canteen catering.
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with hunger, which just do not like, huge members of it, the pleasure of huge members - soon I will start complexes
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Tedious, a story by 3 points, not more
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I will tell you my opinion. Great idea. The start is good. The middle middle could be better. The ending is crumpled and frankly bad. I will explain my position. Such a novel should be long and well-written because this is the story of Rome. Secondly, those people who went to this ship are not at all to blame for the fact that they have whores in whatever guise they performed such were the laws of Rome (Caligula). Therefore, the ending is generally stupid for which to revenge for the fact that she herself was weak-willed and agreed to push her legs apart and she got even pleasure from this and not always. Nonsense. After all, she could refuse and go to her death as we suppose her ex-husband of whom she seems to have no regrets. Therefore, to be honest, I did not understand the author that with this story he wanted to convey to us. And I repeat the idea is excellent. Here it was possible to give such a sparkling novel that my God, but alas.
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And if the author did not set a goal to write a novel? This is just a story - nothing more. And with this story, written for the PORN.
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You are right, dear Nefertiti, it was within the story that I wanted to meet.
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nopobedimik, and if your loved one is forced to do a disgraceful business, will you say, such a law, what can you do. Or if you spit on all sorts of laws, deal with the one who uses your wife, daughter, sister, etc., especially when you are on the spot.
Of course, she regretted about her husband in the text, albeit briefly. Accept death, too, not everyone can. She had hope to get out of there and go back to her husband. She learned about his death only on the pier when her father told her. He immediately promised her another husband to find such a situation for the Romans. In those days, long tribulation was not attached.
As for the heroine's revengefulness: is the woman often guided by logic, and the man too, if she (he) was hurt? And for such insults - do not forgive. In addition, as soon as she found freedom in her leaped patrician arrogance. Slaves for her remained slaves. In the end, she could not begin to be nice to them with her father, and even this was happening around her and the news of her husband’s death finally infuriated her and the slaves came under a hot hand. As for mass killings in general, it was in Roman history and often killed innocent people, simply supporters of the ousted ruler or taking advantage of the moment of lawlessness dealt with political opponents.
What did you want to convey with the story? Well, probably show the ability of women to survive, fall to the bottom and rise again, no matter what. And the psychology of the Roman of course. Always, under any circumstances, she is a representative of the iron nation and always a mistress, mistress. No matter how many slaves she was planted, they could not make her the same slave. She is always the mistress over them. This idea, I have repeatedly spend in his stories.
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In some ways, I agree with you about something not. I think that if it were a real Slav woman, then she would rather prefer death to shame. As for the Roman woman, it is quite possible that you are writing, but this is again an excuse, because we are now justifying our Olympic team. And the conclusion is simple, and there and there shame. As for the story, it is raw, this is understandable. The ending is just impetuous and somehow she quickly recovered from her fall. My great-grandmother was in the Ravensbrück camp. So she remembered it all her life. Ten years could not move away from the camps. Well, this is probably our Slavic feature. For the West, corruption is in the order of things. As for the soul, there is a simple Russian saying with the wolves to live according to the wolf howl. Being in the shit and not messing there is no dear Eric so it does not happen. If you already suck at the slave then you become the same oxyoma. And the ancient Russian people knew about it, so they never laid their wives under other men as they do now, and as they do in the west, this is what they called swinging. But genes and the soul become dirty and become dirty, and from here the race shrinks and the DNA chain mutates and unfortunately not for the better. And about the story I will repeat the idea of a great start good everything else is rubbish
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I think you should not put the morality of the Slavs and the Romans on a par. Different nations, different attitudes towards life. Rome was good or bad, probably not for us to judge. The fact that we consider it to be stuck in shit is perceived a little differently. That is, there is no axiom here. A comparative characteristic of our morals and theirs is not possible. There is no single truth. There are many truths and each has its own. The Romans were what life was like. And no matter how much the lady slaves fucked, she will be a lady, always above the trashchalschiki. Such is the Roman morality and such are their laws. The Roman quickly came to the senses because it was a strong, tough people, accustomed to violence against themselves and loving to rape others. I think the strength of the spirit, cruelty and perseverance of Roman women far exceed all the young ladies of the world today.Their character is displayed in the scriptures, so to speak documented. Well, the fact that genes mara is yes. That is why the Romans and extinct. Although not only for this. Other nations with quite high spirituality and morality died out.
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Author, thanks for the story. I am very much in tune with your attention to the topic of the power of the human spirit, in whatever entourage it is not beaten.
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I wanted not to argue, but only to convey my words to the argument. Perhaps my opinion is flawed, which may be the result of "racial impurity." From the point of view of a true Slavophil, my blood is unclean (I am a quarter Georgian, a quarter Greek, and only half a Slav), but there is something human in me ;-). It tells me: there is nothing more valuable than life. The meaning of human existence in the evolution of the mind. Life is not given to us for the practice of everyday rituals and the fanatical adherence to social patterns, but for the acquisition of wisdom and nurturing feelings. Schemes and rituals are only changeable scenery, they are secondary. Fall and elevation, defilement and restoration are important only as stages of the development of the mind, which becomes impossible with the loss of the material carrier. The body is a treasure. It must be protected. Only while it is alive, a person has a chance to become more perfect. Death is not an honor, but a fiasco.
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I mean, you deny the soul. Consciousness is primary and matter is secondary.
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I can’t imagine where in my letters you read this denial! :-)
I’m sorry to abandon the dispute on such an edifying topic, but I still pull myself together and bow before you with a respectful request:
Do not flood the comments list, show respect to the Author. The author is worthy of respect. I hope that we will have both understanding and agreement on this issue.
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The story is simply amazing !!! Author You are just a genius !!! You really are not for a porn site, but for art publishers, you need to write, although the topic of sex is here differently! The story is no words, great! The idea is interesting and well implemented on paper, so to speak! The only pity these two Negroes at the end of the story !: (I really felt sorry for them - they gave her so much pleasure without the slightest resistance to her, they were gentle with her, although they could have been very different, and she punished them so cruelly! And everything else excellent, keep it up !!! :)
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According to the story, there’s nothing to say, I just didn’t like it, but they don’t argue about tastes. Pomme Appreciated 3-.
I was struck by a comment washi. Not where he assesses the story, but where he writes what he schmuck. I noticed he often writes about himself. The truth is signed by someone else's nicknames. Perhaps he has a sexual deviation. Against the background of mental retardation. But I don’t want to write about him.
The comment has a rating of +5. Plus five registered users. They probably have a hobby group. "Society of fans of waffles and mops"
Do not be surprised if somewhere 007 writes that he, too, with a mop ... The guy's fantasy is not so hot ... And my commentary will have a rating of - 5
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Actually, the author thanks a lot! Story hooked!
Personally, I have no habit of commenting on the stories of other authors, but here ...
Taking off my hat.
To the author of every success and best wishes ...
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Put 10+ only because the author is not looking for easy ways. Unusual scenes of his stories. Attempts to make sense in porn are also very commendable. For this resource, this is the exception rather than the norm.
I read the comments of another moralist about times and manners. Burst into tears. Yes, the mini was not worn before, and the pubis was not shaved. Sex exclusively for conception. All were exceptionally morally stable. At the Olympiad naturally won. And now...I can not write tears flooded Claudia ...
Author of success, let there be kosyachki, but the content is not like everyone else ...
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Just wonderful!
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You have talent and write you easily. And the fact that there are repetitions, is it a stylistic device for enhancing the perception of what is being read. That's just a long time there was nothing new. Please please us. Thank you very much !!!
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Yeah, “History” can even be very exciting :)) well written !!!
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