The stoned-faced men standing guard were obvious to the young male slave as he scaled the monstrously high walls of the Atilius Villa. They didn't set eyes on his lithe form as he slipped inside the main chambers that housed the Dominus and his family.
As silent as a cat, Gannicus made his way along the tiled floor of the exquisitely beautiful house. He has heard many tales spoken about the unparalleled beauty of this villa and the immense wealth of the Dominus Crixus Atilius. Panting heavily, he strode past gold gilded pillars and vast chambers shrouded in darkness. They looked like prospective hiding places but he was wary of being caught. His heart pounded in terror at the thought of being handed back to his owners. He thanked his lucky stars that he had been able to escape unharmed. He would rather die than go back to the Cassius Villa.
Approaching a chamber that was brightly lit up, he quickly hid behind a pillar before he could be spotted by the standing guards on sight. He darted into an adjacent corridor lit by a row of torches. One of the opposite walls of the corridor was punctuated with holes that one can utilize to gaze into the rooms in the hall. Attracted by the sound of music and the smell of food and something else that sounded a lot like the groans and moans of sexual pleasure, he leaned over the wall and peered into one of the holes. The sight he beheld heated his blood and awakened his libido.
There was an orgy going on in the room. Gannicus drank in the sight of the writhing naked bodies of men and women that were lost in a sensual world of pleasure. There were women who he recognized as Dominas present, being fucked in all the various sexual positions known to man by the male slaves of the villa whilst their husbands watched on or engaged in similar trysts themselves. He was so enflamed by the two slave girls who were passionately licking at each other's cunts that he almost groaned out his frustration. It was then he set eyes on the son of the Domina of the villa, Marcus Atilius. He was furiously pumping his cock into the arse of Illithia, the wife of the great General Cornelius of the fifth legion of the Roman Army. She was moaning and writhing underneath him in encouragement.
Gannicus wanted to remain and watch but he knew he needed to find a place to hide before he was detected. The orgy was an indication that the other rooms in the villa were probably empty. He could hide into one of them till morning and find a way out of the villa. He planned to earn enough money for him to be able to leave Capua for good. His fate laid elsewhere and not in remaining a slave for the rest of his life. Jupiter was his witness; he was not going to die a slave! Carefully, he opened the door of the next chamber in the hall and silently closed it. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the cool steely edge of a dagger thrust painfully into his back.
'Put your hands up and slowly turn around before I drive this dagger into you,' the husky sound of a female voice hissed into the room. 'Do it now,' she snarled when he seemed to hesitate.
Gannicus cursed under his breath at his carelessness and proceeded to do as he was told. He slowly turned around into the brightly lit chamber and faced the woman who had his life at her mercy. She took a step back as they stood face to face and he sucked in a breath of wonder at the ethereal beauty he beheld. The dagger that now pointed at his stomach was long forgotten. He was transfixed, enchanted, a hypnotic spell woven around him and he was helpless to stop the smile that slowly curved around his lips. He had stepped right into paradise because this was how he had always pictured angels looked like.
'Quit smiling, you brute!' she hissed, her eyes flashing sapphire fire, they were truly the most magnificent colour of blue in existence and Gannicus wanted to stare into their depths for all eternity. 'What are you doing here, slave? Are your owners attending the orgy?'
Gannicus shook his head, forcing himself to sober up as a brilliant plan began to form in his head. 'My name is Gannicus Canius and I've escaped from the Cassius Villa. There are guards who are scouring the streets in search for me. They are ordered to kill me on sight.'
The ferocious expression on her lovely face softened somewhat but the dagger was still in place. 'Why did you escape?' she enquired in a neutral voice, her gaze intently fixed on his face.
'I had committed a grave crime and wasn't ready for the punishment my Dominus wanted to inflict and so I made a run for it and scaled the walls of the first villa that came in sight,' he answered her honestly, maintaining eye contact in order to convince her that he spoke the truth.
She finally dropped the dagger, an indication that she believed him. She sauntered to her bed and sat on the edge. 'What crime did you commit?' He chose to ignore the question. Leaning against the wall, he asked one instead. 'Pardon me for asking but who are you?'
Even though he fairly had a good idea who she was, he wanted to hear her confirm it. He has overheard Marcus bragging several times that he had the most beautiful sister in the entire Roman Empire. He hadn't been exaggerating. She was blessed with the most exquisitely beautiful face with deep soulful eyes, an upturn nose and a sensual mouth that was made for kissing. She had auburn red hair that was piled high atop her head and held together by pins. Wayward tendrils of that silky hair framed her oval face and fell around her slender, swan-like graceful neck. Her peach silk dress opened to show her generous cleavage. The flimsy dress didn't do much to cover her thighs and her long legs. Staring at this siren alone aroused Gannicus in a way that made his already hard cock throb for release. He ached to be buried in her softness, to be lost in her feminine beauty as they brought each other untold pleasure.
His gaze travelled back to her face and the primal lust that pounded at his loins must have been visible on his face for her own eyes clouded with an unreadable expression.
'My name is Lucretius Atilius,' she replied in a slightly breathless voice. 'I am the daughter of the Dominus of this villa.
Even her name sounded like a sensual delight designed to drive a man crazy. Was there anything about this fascinating creature that wasn't appealing? The plan he had devised was not going to be difficult to execute at all.
'Tell me, Gannicus,' she began softly, pulling her long beguiling legs up the bed, 'give me one good reason why I shouldn't have you taken back to the Cassius Villa.'
'It would be in your best interest to keep me here, alive, where I can give you what you crave,' he whispered huskily, eyes boring into hers suggestively.
She smiled, surprisingly revealing a pair of dimples and his heart skipped a beat. He was hooked and he didn't know how to escape, wasn't even sure he wanted to.
'And what is this desire of mine?'
He ambled over to her bed and picked up the book that she had been leafing through. It was a book that contained erotic images, vividly depicted in a way that made them seemed alive. Beside it lay a marble dildo which he also picked up and waved in the air with a wicked grin. 'Isn't it obvious? The reason that you are cooped up in your room planning to pleasure yourself instead of joining an orgy is because—'
'Is because unlike my brother, I'm not an exhibitionist,' she cut in tartly. 'I have no desire to have sex in front of several people. I have no shortage of lovers. What were you going to say? That I'm need of a man to take care of my needs instead of doing it myself...'
