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Laresa's World Ch. 22: Rutila

by Darkniciad 02/06/07

Rome – at the height of the Empire

An obviously false smile decorated the fat man's face as he gestured toward the red-haired young woman next to him. He finished with what he hoped would be her high selling point. "She is barren as well, and thus shall present no unwelcome consequences in that area. Shall I have her undress for you, Scaeva?"

Scaeva only acknowledged Lurco on occasion during the long, drawn out description of Rutila's merits. He had eyes only for her soft flesh, so tantalizingly concealed beneath her toga. There was no need for Scaeva to see her unclad, in order to know that the swell of her bosom and hips would paint a remarkable picture when bare. Her face was likewise soft, gentle, and framed in red-gold curls. Her eyes were properly downcast, and she appeared to be in good health.

"I do not believe that shall be necessary, Lurco," Scaeva said, turning back to the fat man. "I am curious as to why you would wish to sell such a fine flower, however."

"There has been some difficulty with my wife, I am afraid. I am truly loathe to part with Rutila, but my wife's mood grows unbearable," Lurco explained.

That explanation satisfied Scaeva. He vaguely remembered that Rutila had been in the household since birth, daughter of another slave. Once Lurco had married, and his wife discovered the corpulent man's trysts with the slave, she had obviously objected.


Turning back to Lurco, Scaeva asked, "Very well, what is your price?"

While the two men bartered over her, Rutila examined the man who would likely soon be her new Master. She kept her eyes downcast as often as possible, while getting a sense of him. Relief washed through her that he was young, and handsome. If she were to serve as his pleasure slave, it would be a far less onerous duty than when she served Lurco in that capacity.

Some small amount of pride swelled within her heart when the negotiations were short, and the price agreed upon was considerable. This was the first time in all her life where some sense of value had been placed upon her. Pride, and hope that her existence would now be less dismal, were two rare emotions for the young slave woman.

Rutila followed her new Master back to his home – looking forward to a change in her dreary existence.

()o~~~~***~~~~o()

Scaeva opened his eyes and withdrew from Rutila's depths, trailing sticky ropes of his semen and her wetness. Despite the climax that still shook her body, Rutila moved quickly to engulf Scaeva's manhood in her mouth. Cleaning the evidence of their coupling from him, she kept her intimate muscles tightly clenched, so as not to soil the bed with his seed.

Scaeva sighed, and pushed Rutila away from his organ. "Go bathe, and prepare for the evening meal."

"Yes, Master," Rutila replied, bowing to him. She quickly gathered up her clothing, leaving the bedchambers for the bath. The warmth of her orgasm cooled instantly from Scaeva's distant tone, becoming a cold grip of fear on her heart. She had displeased her Master again.

Hurrying to the bath, her mind whirled in worry. Her life here for the last six months was the best she could imagine for her station, but that might soon end, if the whisperings of the other servants and slaves were correct. The gossip amongst the household staff pointed toward Scaeva selling his pleasure slave.

Tears threatening to well up in her eyes, Rutila did her best to push the thoughts away. She did not know why the Master would be so displeased with her, but it was obvious each time he used her body that the act was not all he expected it to be.

Not only was she well provided for, and well treated in Scaeva's household, but he had also given her the gift of her first climax. Always in a room with other servants while in Lurco's service, she had never explored her own body. Likewise, the corpulent man's stamina had been insufficient for her to achieve orgasm either. The first time – and every time – she reached her peak on Scaeva's thrusting manhood or darting tongue were some of her fondest memories.

Rutila's lip quivered, as she realized it might soon end. The Master never spoke of what displeased him, and Rutila's lack of life experience prevented her from discerning it on her own. She crossed the courtyard to the baths, her pace slowing as depression gripped her.

Stepping inside, Rutila removed her sandals and replaced them with the wooden soled ones that would protect her feet from the heat of the baths. This too was a privilege before unknown to her. Rutila had come to enjoy her daily washing in the Master's exquisite baths.

Stepping into an alcove, she removed her clothing and placed it on a shelf. A servant would take it and launder it after her bath. Deciding to forego a steam today, Rutila passed the door to that room and proceeded to the steaming pool beyond.

Kicking off her sandals, Rutila settled into the water to wash. The warmth seeped into her, washing away some of her melancholia even as she rinsed away the grit of the day.

When her toe brushed against something beneath the water, Rutila pulled it toward her with her foot. Reaching down, she withdrew it from the water – her eyes opening wide with surprise. The object was a ring, with a golden band and a large amber stone.

Having never worn jewelry, Rutila could not resist slipping the ring on her finger for a moment. She smiled when the ring fit perfectly, and then adjusted it to sit straight upon her finger.

The steam from the pool suddenly appeared to increase in volume, swirling and thickening. Obviously not a natural phenomenon, the sight caused Rutila to back away toward the opposite side of the bathing pool. Her heart beat fast in fear, as the mists swirled together into the form of a woman.

Laresa took in her surroundings, getting a sense of where she was in space and time, and then bowed to her new Master. "My name is Laresa. How may I serve you, Mistress?"

"Who are you? I will call for help. My Master is very fond of me and would not see me come to harm," Rutila warned, backing up against the edge of the bathing pool.

Sensing the thoughts of her new Mistress, Laresa discovered that she was now bound in service to a pleasure slave. The parallels to her own existence were not lost upon Laresa. "You need not fear me, Mistress. I am a genie, summoned from the ring you wear on your finger. It is my duty to serve and protect you. You need only to make a wish, and I will grant it for you."

"I wish you were not frightening me so," Rutila responded in a quavering voice.

"Unfortunately, I cannot tamper with emotions, Mistress. Would that I could calm you heart." Sensing that her clothing, strange to the young woman in the bath, added to Rutila's discomfort, Laresa called upon her power to stand nude before her Mistress. "This is but a small example of the wonders I can bring with my power. Surely there is something that I might do for you, Mistress."

"Do not call me Mistress, should another hear you speaking to me so, I will be punished," Rutila said quietly, awed by the sudden disappearance of Laresa's clothing.

"Very well, Rutila," Laresa responded with a slight bow. "Fear not others hearing me, because I am invisible and silent to any but you, unless you wish it otherwise. Surely you have a wish in your heart – something you desire beyond anything else."

Rutila indeed did desire something, but Laresa was surprised to discover it was not freedom. Beyond anything else, Rutila wanted to please her Master, so that he would not sell her to someone else.

Sensing that her Mistress did not intend to vocalize the wish, Laresa prompted, "I can use my power to grant you knowledge, and I may guide you in pleasing your Master. I know well the ways of lovemaking."

Stunned, but intrigued by the silver-haired woman's offer, Rutila considered the wondrous things she had already beheld since putting on the ring. After a few moments of consideration, she said in a small voice, "I wish to know how to please my Master, in such a way as to be beyond anything he has ever imagined."

Laresa's face broke out into a wide smile. She called up her power, and said, "It is done. Think about going to your Master, and see what knowledge you now possess."

Rutila's eyes widened when her mind was flooded with uncountable little gestures, touches, and techniques she had never before thought of. "This will please my Master?"

"I'm quite sure it will," Laresa responded with a crooked grin. "If you wish me to, I can remain invisible at your side, giving your further guidance, as you satisfy your Master beyond anything he has ever dreamed."

Rutila asked, "Why do you do this for me?"

"I am bound to do so as Djinn, but I like you, and I want to please you as well, Rutila. I'm sure you can understand that desire," Laresa replied.

A slight smile crossed Rutila's features. "I do." Still somewhat frightened, but also filled with hope, even as she was now filled with centuries of lovemaking knowledge, Rutila stepped from the bath. The thought of pleasing her Master overwhelmed all else, giving her confidence like none she had ever experienced.

"Should I go to him now?"

Laresa winked and said, "Men are predictable creatures. I will guide you in arousing his interest. He will be far more pleased if he believes it is his idea. Go about your normal duties, and I will let you know when to entice him."

()o~~~~***~~~~o()

Rutila felt her cheeks growing warm as she walked toward the table with the wine pitcher. Her hips swayed sensually in the manner Laresa suggested would surely draw her Master's eye. Indeed, his expression was curious when she poured his wine upon reaching the table.

Returning to her place in the room, again letting her hips move in a sinuous dance, Rutila suddenly remembered the ring upon her finger. Oh, no, I must not be seen wearing amber and gold! The Master will surely punish me!

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