Aloysius wasn't a cruel man.
Ok, well, maybe a little bit cruel, he thought to himself as he walked through the impressive marble corridor of his ancestral home. He was a general in his forties. Thus, he'd killed his fair share of barbaric Gauls in an attempt to acquire their land for Rome.
A 19 year old Gaullic redhead named Elantia stood in the foyer, head bowed as the two men discussed her sale.
The whole thing was somewhat of a formality. He hadn't wanted any implication that he'd taken advantage of his countrymen by simply seizing the girl as his rightful property.
He paid the price the man asked- a pittance to Aloysius, whose personal fortunes had massively increased since he'd been on campaign. Now was the time to reap the rewards.
One of his favorite rewards would certainly be Elantia, who was now his property. She kept her auburn lashes lowered as the money was exchanged.
Aloysius smirked at the contrast between this moment, and the one where she'd managed to catch his attention.
---
A village burned in the background as the beautiful maidens were rounded up by his men. Even wearing dirty war torn rags, Elantia had stood out to him. She was a slip of a girl, with pale, with smooth, perfect skin, and wavy red-gold hair down to her waist. There were some other ones that he wouldn't have minded having in his bed, but she was by far the most lovely.
To add to this, rather than sobbing hysterically like the other women, she was merely thoughtfully observing the circumstances she'd found herself in.
He immediately crossed the thought from his mind. After all, taking one, or a few, young beauties to his tent to amuse him would only breed discontent among his men. They were under strict orders not to bother this group of women. Doing so would ruin their potential value as future slaves in Rome.
Still... it had been a long time since he'd been with a woman. He'd been considered at least not repulsive, prior to an incident involving a Gaul hiding in wait, and a spear to his face. The warrior had been promptly crucified as an example to his people, but not before he'd almost lost an eye to the filthy creature. There was now a cavernous scar across half of his face.
His Roman wife had been acceptable prior to this incident, but upon returning home (and her disgust at his new appearance,) she had taken comfort in the arms of gladiators and lesser ranking soldiers. When she fell pregnant, Aloysius knew it wasn't his child, as they hadn't lain together recently. He'd been forced to divorce the wretch to protect his own legacy. The whole affair was quite distasteful. He found himself disliking her entire gender.
Aloysius had no desire for a wife or heir afterwards. It was easy to just find paid company instead. Beautiful, glamorous whores that would look away from his scarred face to focus on pleasing his cock instead. Skillful mouths and warm cunts.
War was another issue, however. The guaranteed supply of Roman whores dwindled down to a small band of ones who followed his men.
His men hadn't openly teased him about his shaven head halfway through the campaign when he'd broken down and fucked one. She'd been reasonably pretty, but the crabs she'd left in her wake had resulted in shaving every inch of hair on his body. Aloysius was left stroking his own cock for the duration of every campaign since. He was quite used to it, if a bit frustrated without any sex for almost a year.
The redhead now standing outside his tent was thus, quite a shock. She boldly let herself in.
Aloysius had immediately put a knife to her throat. "I've had stronger assailants than you, little girl," he growled in her ear.
To his surprise, the girl spoke passable, if heavily accented, Latin. "I slipped away from your men to run to you. Please listen to me," She asked calmly.
What is there to say, even? I've conquered your pathetic tribe, and now you will be sold as a slave to benefit the state. There will be thousands more like you by the time I'm in my grave, Aloysius thought mirthfully.
"I cannot bear to be left out there with your men. I will take my own life if I am taken by soldier after soldier," the strange young woman stated. It was not said with any sort of sadness or anger, just a statement of fact. "I'd prefer to offer myself to you instead. But only you."
