The sex school, or Amoratorium, as it came to be known, had undergone extensive renovation from the austere gladiatorial school it had been. After Lucius had made his deal with Zhoa he acquired the old school and began renovations. The practice arena had been demolished and a small theater built in its place. The proving ground had been turned into a garden with fountains and topiary. The individual cells were improved and painted with frescos of sex scenes. The baths were re-tiled with marble and the staff's quarters were spruced up with frescos, mosaics and furnished with down feather mattresses and mahogany wardrobes. There were also several luxury quarters intended for special guests and the training of elite slaves with mosaic tiled floors and exquisite frescos. To the slaves they served as an incentive to hone ones skills. At full capacity the facility could house 30 slaves and with a staff of five trainers he should be able to produce three or four fully trained sex slaves a week. The problem now was procuring new slaves.
One of Zhi Zhao's associates that had been killed the night of her abduction was her slave buyer. She had knack for seeing a person's suppressed sexual cravings. Once the yearning for sexual proclivity was identified and their inhibitions broken they could submit to their raw carnal desire. Unfortunately for Lucius he had no such talent and neither did any of this new staff. Another big problem was nobody was able to read Zhi Zhao's scrolls. All of her secrets in sexual techniques, styles and exercises were locked in some obscure script that look little more than a handful of pine needles had been thrown on the page. There were numerous illustrations but the without the accompanying text little could be derived from them. Since the night of the Emperor Nero's death Lucius had been on the lookout for anyone, slave or free that could read these texts, no matter the price.
Over the next several years he struggled to keep his sex school opened. What he had originally estimated at four new slaves a week was barely one or two a month, and even then they were nowhere near the caliber that Zhi Zhao had been able to produce. Losing her had been a huge blow to his business plans and he felt an ache in his soul every time he thought of her. The slaves submitted to their role well enough but most of them were nothing special, just another prostitute. That was fine for the street walkers or the cheap brothels but Lucius had much higher standards and much higher prices. His sex slaves needed enthusiasm and a sense of eagerness.
Zhi Zhao's sex slaves were beyond enthusiastic, it was a need that had to be fulfilled for their own sanity. Most of the slaves Lucius acquired for the school ended their training early when it became obvious they didn't have the appetite for sex necessary for proper training. They would still work as general prostitutes, but it was difficult to ask the kind of prices he did with girls that were nothing more than a piece of sweet meat. Those that did submit positively to their new roll were kept in the program but they took twice as long to train. Even after that they still didn't have the sense of lust and wanton desire that Lucius hoped for. Some committed suicide in order to avoid their possible fate of a sex slave but that happened with all types of slaves. His luxury slave quarters had gone completely unused and ended up as storage rooms.
Still, there were some successes. Occasionally they found those who had the sexual propensity required and accepted their training whole heartedly to produce a sex slave that met all their requirements. Fucking one of these girls felt like fucking Venus herself. Gradually, between Lucius and Zarathiri they began to notice some of the nuances that could lead to a successful sex slave. They were right about ten percent of the time. For the rest, it was it was toss of the dice.
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Aurelia had grown to become a beautiful woman. She was shapely with well-formed breasts, and long wavy blonde hair that always stood out in a crowd. She was average height and as beautiful as any woman could hope to be. Marius had become a handsome and intelligent young man. He received an exceptional Roman education in mathematics, engineering, philosophy, Greek and Egyptian. He studied the writings of Plato Aristotle, Cicero and Caesar Augustus, as well as theories from Pythagoras and Archimedes.
Their nanny had recognized the intelligence possessed by both children and was able to get Aurelia included in Marius' tutoring even though girls were not typically given that kind of education. It was intended that Marius would take over the business from his father, he being the only male heir, but there was no reason Aurelia had to be relegated to a simple vessel for bearing children when she could offer her future family so much more. Both of them seemed to have a knack for language as they also picked up Aramaic for their nanny as well as a bit of Persian from the slaves.
Growing up in a house filled with sex slaves had an obvious impact on the kids. Aurelia had become good friends with her father's favorite sex slave, Shiva, who he had brought back with him from Nero's palace. He had kept her in the villa as his own personal sex slave rather than sending her to a brothel.
Marius became involved in the business and was taught the financial and political side of running brothels, the balance of making the customers feel important while allowing the girls to interact with as many customers as possible. He was taught about acquisition of slaves and retention as well as down time from pregnancy, which invariably happens. He was introduced to the training process and instructed at the importance of maintaining their high standards. When he was deemed old enough he was ordered by his father to pick any slave and take his next step into manhood. It was high time he stop fucking his fist and fuck a real woman.
His first thought was to lie with Shiva. As he and his sister had grown up, she had been a regular feature of the villa and they had become quite close to her. She would tell incredible stories; tales of jealous gods and their affairs with humans, life outside of Roman territory and her own exploits while in the gardens of Nero's Domus Aurea. But, the more he thought about losing his virginity to Shiva the weirder it seemed. Having sex with a slave that also fucked his father on a regular basis just seemed disturbing.
He decided the brothel would give him the best experience. After all, that is where most Roman boys experienced their first pussy. He contemplated taking the newly acquired virgin but knew his father would be quite upset at losing the going price of 35,000 denarii for popping her cherry. Rather, he picked out a pretty girl named Krissa with long blonde hair and pair tits that made all the men drool over her. She led him by the hand to her cell where she deftly removed his tunic, running her hands down his back and ass as the garment dropped to the floor. She reached around him, taking his hardening cock into her hand and encouraged him to full arousal while eliciting a groan from him.
She moved around in front of him, her soft hand trailing over his naked body, her smoldering eyes locked on his. She could see the inexperience in his wide gaze and reassured him with her smile. With a wink she dropped to her knees, delicately tracing her finger tips over his smooth chest and stomach, past his cock and down his legs, then back up where she cupped his ass and took his cock into her mouth. He could feel the wet warmth of her mouth envelope him in a heavenly embrace. She slowly bobbed on his cock for a few moments, the taste of his pre-cum filling her mouth. She had to take it easy. He was a first timer and could cum at any moment. She release his cock from mouth and directed him to lie down on the bed where she climbed on top and guided him into divine depths. Marius felt as if he were in another world where all that existed was the sweet sensation of Krissa. He tried to resist the building surge deep within him but it was unstoppable. He groaned, a long guttural sound, as his cock erupted. His hips bucked uncontrollably as he meet her thrusts, his mind filled with nothing but white light.
Krissa cleaned him up and helped him dress. Her continued caresses and delicate touched sent shivers through him. As the son of the owner, Marius was under no obligation to pay, but felt compelled to leave her a gold coin all the same.
Quite the opposite from her brother, Aurelia's virginity was highly guarded by her father and all the slaves in the house but Shiva did educate her other aspects of her art, such what she could do with her hands and mouth.
