We lost the battle with the Romans and they rounded up the survivors with their usual efficiency. Those who were only lightly wounded were forced to stand and watch, weeping, while they butchered our fallen sisters. It was the worst defeat an Amazon army had endured in more that 100 years.
My name is Ariane and I was a young warrior, just nineteen years old. I
stood there, weeping in rage, while they butchered those too badly injured to survive the forced march to the slave pens in the nearest Roman-controlled town. Then I watched them crucify the surviving officers, about twenty in all. A group of Romans took turns raping them while the crosses were put together. Then the broke their legs, spiked them to the crosses, and raised them up. The women hung there, screaming, until they had no breath left to scream with.
There were about 200 of us that the Romans felt were fit to run for days
until we reached the nearest town. We were stripped and raped and then tied in coffles of ten. Our hands were bound behind our backs and we roped together by the neck. And then we ran. We ran naked, gasping for breath in the heat of the sun. Our bodies burned, our skin cracked, and we broke and begged for water. The Romans laughed and pissed on us and we knelt, panting. But, in the end, they gave us water because we were too valuable as slaves for them to let us die.
I was one of about 170 to survive and reach the slave pens at Eturias.
Most of us were sold to brothel owners. Romans love to fuck Amazons and the brothel owners knew we'd make them lots of money.
But I wasn't sold to a brothel. Instead, I was bought by a Roman general,
as a present for his sixteen-year-old daughter. The general, Marcus something-or-other, stood in front of me and gave me a choice - serve his daughter faithfully as her bodyguard and bed warmer, or go to the cross. I spat in his face and said, "I'd rather go to Hades than warm the bed of a Roman slut!"
He smiled and punched me in the face, breaking my nose. "That can be
arranged. Crucify the bitch."
I was already naked, had been since being captured, so they didn't even
have to strip me. Being naked didn't bother me but being naked in front of Romans was totally humiliating. They dragged me out of the slave pen and over to the side of the road. Six of them took turns raping and sodomizing me while the cross was prepared.
They had me laid out on the cross and were about to break my shins when a
soft, husky, female voice rasped, "What do you think you're doing with my slave?"
Before they could reply I heard the hiss of a sword and one of the guards
lost his head. The others gaped in surprise at the sight of a young Roman woman wielding a sword with deadly intent. Her face was set in an expression of intense anger and the guards fled in terror.
She stopped and laughed as she watched them run. I sat up and she turned
her attention to me. She hefted the sword and said, "I'm Claudia, daughter of Marcus. Will you serve me or do you prefer to die?"
She wasn't beautiful. She wasn't even pretty. But there was something
about her that made her very attractive. I smiled and said, "I'd prefer to die, my lady, but I will serve you and only you." I went to her on my knees and kissed her hand and swore to serve her faithfully.
She laughed, delighted, and gave me the sword. "I accept you as my
bodyguard and servant, Ariane. You're from Gaul, aren't you?"
I nodded, "Yes, my lady. I'm originally from Gaul."
She smiled. "I thought so. That red-gold hair and pale complexion are a
dead giveaway."
I glanced down at my body. I was still sunburned and blistered but
starting to tan. "Not so pale now, my lady."
She touched my arm. "Come, I have some salve in my tent that will ease the
pain." I followed her to her tend and stretched out on my stomach while she rubbed a soothing salve into the worst spots from my shoulders to my ankles. Then I rolled onto my back and studied her face while she did the same on the front of my body.
She was rubbing salve into my breasts when she glanced up and caught me
staring. "Am I that ugly that you can't take your eyes off of me?"
I shook my head. "No, not at all, my lady. I find you quite attractive."
She blushed. "Call me Claudia when we're alone."
I nodded. "Yes, Claudia."
"Do you really find me attractive?"
"Very much so .... Claudia.' I reached and touched her arm. "You're soft,
yet strong. I find you very attractive." Of course I was just trying to put her at ease, seduce her into believing me docile and tame with the idea of eventually escaping but something funny happened over the next few weeks - I fell in love with her.
Claudia was a spoiled brat in many ways and could be a cruel as any Roman
at times. But she had a good heart and she was kind and generous most of the time. She kept me naked for the first month and I suspect it was because she liked looking at my body as much as anything else. Although I'm sure she was afraid I might run. I didn't mind it when we were within the walls of her father's villa but it was agony when we were out in public and I was bare for all to see.
(Author's note: in the *real* Rome nudity was uncommon because the Romans
were, by and large, rather prudish about public nudity.)
She was fascinated by the scars I'd accumulated in the three years that I'd
been a warrior and I had to explain how I'd acquired each one in great detail, even the scar on my knee that I'd gotten when I fell on a sharp rock when I was twelve.
She was sexually insatiable and my tongue got more exercise than any other
muscle in my body. She was slender and small-breasted but she had lovely legs and a firm little butt. She resisted the first time I spread her buttocks to play with her anus, and she cried and whimpered while I played there, but she had a very satisfying orgasm despite her tears. Afterward, she had me hung my my ankles and whipped bloody for using her like that without her permission.
I hung there, sobbing, while she laughed and chatted with one of the other
slaves, a pretty Arab named Alyia. Then she crouched and warned me that I'd go to the cross the next time I did something like that. She had Aliya, who hated me, rub salt in my wounds and laughed while I screamed and begged for mercy. The following day, in the garden, she asked me to do it again, this time with my tongue. I complied and she loved it. So did I. I didn't enjoy it quite as much when she made me do Aliya that way while she watched.
I was with Claudia for a year before she grew tired of me and decided to
sell me. During that year I saw the beautiful Aliya go to the cross for theft. As much as I hated her I cried as she writhed in agony, begging for a quick and merciful death. That night I risked death by sneaking out and ending Aliya's torment by cutting her throat. She thanked me even as her life slipped away.
I reminded Claudia of my vow to serve nobody but her. She pouted but in
the end she granted my request and tomorrow I will be crucified at the crossroads just outside the gates of her father's villa.
