Daughter of Artemis (Sheiba and Google)

[queensheiba]

Roman, city of name sake and capital of the vast empire. The place they were all taken. Those captured in war or taken as to pay a debt. they were all brought here to be sold. From all walks of life these once freemen, now slaves were shackled and pushed aboard ships and carts, some made to walk in the mud that covered the ground. Made to lie in filth at nights. Prince and Princess, Magi and Priestess, down the hunters and lowly farmers. It mattered not. They all found themselves here, in the great city.

Amoung these slaves was a huntress, Alkmene. She'd found herself bound and taken from her home, why? Not because of what she'd done, but for the actions of another. A debt needed to be paid, and she was of value. A daughter, blessed by the Goddess Artemis standing high upon the stage waiting to be sold to the highest bidder. How angry she'd been when she first learned of her fate. Her own Father... how could he do such a thing to her? Did he not have land to sell? Meat to trade? But no, he'd chosen his own daughter... That night as she slept on the boat between her home and her new life, the Goddess who had blessed her stood before her in all of her glory, and spoke to a bitter woman.

"Alkmene, dry your tears and stand on the strength I gave you." The Goddess sat in front of her, surround by animals and bathed in the light of the full moon.

"Forgive me, my Goddess, but the pain is great. My Mother is 16 years across the river Styx, and my Father has sold his own child to absolve his debt and from what I here, come out with a bit extra for himself." She knelt before Artemis, her head bowed in worship and disspair. Artemis scoffed, her hand moving to stroke the fur of a deer standing beside her.

"And again, I say, stand on the strength I gave you. I am your Mother. When your mother could not concieve, was it not I who gave my blood to you so you would live? And was it not I who opened her womb to concieve and carry you as well? You will put all thoughts of them from your head, because you belong to me."

"Yes my Goddess." Alkmene looked up, her eyes resting on Artemis for the first time.

"Good. I will not forsake you in this time of need. But know this: I will forever leave you if you deny me." She stood, moving to help her off the ground. "Even in Rome, I am a Goddess, though they call me Diana. You must tell them, that you were dedicated to me, and in my name. Do NOT allow them to change your name."
Immediately after the words were spoken, Alkmene awoke from her sleep. By then, they had arrived at port and began the long journey to the city of Rome. It was more than a few days, but during that time she had no more dreams of Artemis, and no more thoughts of the man who'd raised her.

When they did reach the great city, Alkmene could not hold in her awe. She'd never seen a place so large, or with that many people. Everywhere she looked there were soldiers and people, horses and chariots. She could even here the cheers coming from the large Colossius. As the past it, one of there gaurd turned to a few of them men.

"That's where you'll wind up. Food for lions and peoples spirits." He laughed and pushed them on. They stopped outside of the auction house and seperated them, the woman went inside, and the men were chained to a post outside. Inside the woman were stripped of there clothing and bathed, before being put in a simple frocs so as to please the eye of those would bid on them. During this time a few woman screamed, begged even to be released. They were delt with rather quickly. She could still here there screams as they were dragged away by the soldiers for a bit of fun.

Once everything was settled, the women were lead out to a platform, standing in the sun as a crowd gather to place there bids. Alkmene kept her head low, trying not to do anything to make herself stand out. Unfortunatly for her, she was goregous, and even without screaming and pleading, men's eyes were drawn to her. Her face was angelic, with full pouty lips and deep green eyes that held deep mystery. Her hair was long, red locks spilling down her back natural, and her figure? Her breast were large, her waist and hips were narrow, and her legs were long and athletic from years of hunting.

"Noble Romans, I give you treat..." The auctioneer started as she was lead out. She gritted her teeth, listening to him as he gushed about her beauty...

 

[DomG]

Marcus Livius Drusus was a man of great importance in the Roman empire, a merchant of incredible wealth who hailed from one of the most prestigious families in the empire. Money and influence were both his in large amounts and had he chose to do so he could have become a senator with only the slightest of effort, but why lower himself to be a senator when already half of the Senate was comprised of his own close personal friends. Instead he was quite content to lead the life that he already had, moving about the circles with the rest of Romes Elite, making deals that affected the entire future of the Empire.

And of course there was his diversion, he owned some of the finest gladiators to ever fight in the Colosseum, several years before a lanista had come to him needing a good deal of money to bail his own failing Ludus out and Marcus had agreed to purchase it, he was the owner though the day to day running was left in the hands of them men who already knew what they were doing. All that mattered to him was that they trained champions, men who brought even more fame and money to his name. Though he had spent a small amount of time training there, body guards were all well and good but a man needed to know how to take care of himself should the need ever arise and after a few weeks of lessons he was quite proficient in combat.

His trip to the slave market that day had nothing to do with Gladiators though, twenty four years old and in excellent physical condition Marcus had needs like any other man but no desire to marry just yet. Marriage would be something that would help him gain even more power but until there there was no need to commit to anything, instead he just needed a personal slave, one that would take care of his most intimate needs.

Now as he made his way into the market place people parted before him, giving him a clear view of the dias on which the slaves were being displayed. And the moment he saw HER he wanted her, there was no question asked, no money he wouldn't pay... she would belong to him. “I will take her.” He said as he raised his hand, hardly raising his voice as the assembled crowd fell silent. “Full asking price plus another ten percent.” Leaving his guards behind he made his way toward her, knowing no one would dare risk his anger by bidding against him. “And I will take her with me now... the clothing however can be left behind, she has no need for it.”

 

[queensheiba]

The auctioneer's face lit up when he saw whose attention he'd drawn. Marcus Livius Drusus was a very rich and very powerful man. Selling him a slave that pleased him could help further his own desires in the future. For that, Alkmene would be perfect.

"Ah, Marcus Drusus. You do me great honor my purchasing one of my meger stock. You will not be disappointed with this one." He stepped back and reached for the rope holding her frock to her. With one swift tug it slipped away taking with it the only covering she had against any who'd want to see her.

To her credit, Alkmene didn't react as most females would have. She didn't scream or shrink away. Instead she lashed out, aiming a knee at the auctioneers groin. A smile crossed her lips when it connect and the man dropped to ground to the accompaniment of laughter from those standing in the crowd.

Angered by his embarrassment, the auctioneer stood and back handed her, two of his gaurds coming to grab her and hold her steady.

"Well sir, your time with this one won't be dull at least." He smiled towards Marcus. "And you're in luck. According to her Father she remains untouched. You will be the first to sully such a beautiful maiden and I'm sure she will scream for you like a seasoned whore." As he spoke, the two gaurds lifted her up, spread her legs and holding her tight to prevent her from struggling.

"Feel for yourself. Be the only man to spread those lips." Alkmene's eyes widened as he spoke and she struggled hard, fighting with all her might, but the gaurds held her tight.

 

[DomG]

A small smile spread across Marcus's face as the slave auctioneer was struck in the groin and fell to the ground clutching himself in pain. This base probably sought to improve his station in life by pleasing Marcus with this particularly lovely thing. Even going so far as to offer him a chance to feel up the young slave in full view of the public, something that Marcus was very much pleased to do. Reaching out he carefully cupped the bared crotch of his new slave. “Oh I will be the first to sample her but hardly the only one I assure you.” He sneered as he looked straight into the eyes of the woman that he now owned, establishing dominance early on was quite important.

Then he pushed two fingers deep inside of her, no warning and not stopping till he felt the evidence of her chastity, not pushing to hard because he hardly wanted to ruin her with just a finger when his cock existed for that. “Still a virgin!” He called out to the crowd behind him to make it evident that he was the one in charge. “Now bring me a collar so that I might lead her home properly, I intend to make full use of her right away.”

It was probably one of the very best things about his status, being able to behave however he liked. If he wanted to take her then and there in full view of the public then it was his right to do so... no one would object while lesser men would be chastised and perhaps even hauled away by the city guard for such lewd behavior. Soon a leather collar with a chain on it was brought before him and he slid it around her neck, fastening the lock in the back. “You may put her down now.” He instructed the guards before making a show of licking his fingers clean. “I have so many plans for this little whore and very little patience.”

 

[queensheiba]

Alkmene bit her lip, resisting the urge to scream at him for his comment. She wasn't a whore and there was absolutely now way she'd allowed herself to be used like one. Her muscles jumped when he touched her sexs, an unfamiliar feeling crossing her. This was absolutely wrong. No one was suppose to touch her until she married. "No, stop it!" She cried, struggling in a futile attempt to get away.

When his fingers pushed into her, every muscle in her body locked up. She went rigged, her head falling back as his fingers probed her in ways she'd never even touched herself. The crowd seemed to think the while thing was funny. They laughed and jeered as she was shamed for his amusement.

"Certainly sir." The auctioneer smiled, picking up a metal collar and the metal lead for it. He handed them both to Marcus, smiling viciously at the woman that had just assaulted him. "I can't wait to see you after he finishes with you. You won't be so tough then."

If she did hear him, she paid him no mind. Her focus was fully on the man who placed the collar around her neck and locked it. It fit snug and as the gaurd lowered her to the ground, she reached up and felt the lock with her fingers. She wouldn't be able to get out of it unless he took it off. The final piece of evidence to the outside world that she belong to him.

 

[DomG]

The way her whole body went stiff at this most intimate of touches was amusing to Marcus, not only did he get to test the claim that his new slave was untouched but he also got to humiliate her and teach her what her place was in front of the assembled masses. “Fighting me won't do you any good.” He whispered as he took one last look at her perfect and naked form before turning away from her, giving a very sharp tug on the leash as he did so to let her know that it was time to go, he doubted she would be foolish enough to try to run from him because as he began to walk his personal guards fell in behind her, flanking and making sure she stayed put.

Making his way through the crowds he began the walk home, it wasn't a far walk to his villa but it was a rather hot day and he was eager to get home to some cool wine and the pleasures of the body. As he made his way through though he couldn't walk uninterrupted and took a few moments to greet those who crossed his path, a hand shake and kind words for any of importance. Most were quite curious about his new slave and several of them made offers of their own for her but Marcus would only smile and decline politely.

But before long he was within the shade of his home, the household slaves moving to get out of his path as he strode through with his new toy. “Everyone leave!” He called out and quickly everyone, even the guards had left him alone with his new slave. Stretching a little and still holding her leash he made his way to a couch, lounging there and pulling her closer. “You may be a virgin whore but you will learn quickly how to serve me or else you will suffer... now I want you to reach under my robes and stroke my cock.”

 

[queensheiba]

Instead of cowing beneath the gazes of the masses as she was lead through the street, Alkmene stood straight and proud. She refused to be reduced to a crying mess even whens he was being treated like a common pet. Marcus kept a tight hold on her leash, preventing her from even trying to snatch away. Not to mention the guards that had fallen instep behind them. She was strong and a fierce fighter, but she couldn't take down more than two of them without some sort of help.

As people stopped to greet him she realized she couldn't count on anyone else to help either. He was reach, obviously powerful and respected. If she did get away it would have to be on her own merits, no one else's. Every now and again one of his acquittances would ask about purchasing her, however each offer was met with a polite enough decline. It made her wonder about her role in his mind. SSure she was a virgin, but in this society, women were better traded for coin then kept for pleasure.

Once they arrived to his villa, she stood in front of him as the other were dismissed, still forced to follow his direction when he jerked on the leash.

"I will do no such thing." She said immediately, pulling her arms against her chest. At least if she was going to be forced into this she didn't have to go willing. "I would sooner see it cut off and burned in the street."