Post by lucrezia on Mar 19, 2017 8:20:17 GMT -6
This journal is written to cover the General and his actions. It will be added to as it develops.
LET THE JOURNAL BEGIN
(03/11/17-[02:29:28] ) General Testicles
says to Everyone: IN BRITON _ the rain, the grey skies and everything about this Isle now seemed against him as he thought plotted and looked at the map. It had been easy the people of the south were soft and kindly led tribes overrun easily with hardly a man lost now though the further north he went the slower the progress and the more rain. His thoughts went to Rome, though now it seemed his wonderful daughter had relocated to the villa on Pompeii.
this next thrust then he would head back and see her. He sighed thinking of her alone, well not alone but no mother she having died giving Lucrezia life. Yes one more battle then he would head back awhile leaving mopping up to his captain's and take his spoils of war and no few captives home to the markets and see his beloved daughter her purity a balance to wipe away his deeds of blood and torture in the advancement of Rome. He would listen to how she passed he day painting or shopping and marvel at how brave she was when challenging the shopkeeper prices knowing full well she won because his good servant Massivius was stood behind her glaring........ A wide grin turned to a laugh...... "A battle to win, then a ship to catch" he said to the waiting men let's go
03/17/17-[15:48:06] ) General Testicles - in Briton
says to Everyone: The battle had gone well and yet more of this damp island fell and yet more slaves taken. He had been impressed his men had realised the art of war was to terrify the enemy to surrendering and so lose as little life and take more livestock or as they are better known slaves. Slaves meant many things – bed warmers for long lonely sea journeys, camp followers for cooking and long lonely nights under canvas and of course PROFIT. The beauty here being his men appreciated profit as they all profited each man under Testicles had a cut. Records were kept and accounts held even those remaining on this isle knew on return to Pompeii there would be money for them. It kept them loyal, it kept them fighting and of course it kept the General ever richer.
This part of the role he liked, he sat with his lieutenants and oversaw the decision of what spoil went where… he felt like the Gods deciding on insignificant beings futures. The men remaining didnt care for the looks of the camp followers they would lie with anything as beauty brought a high price elsewhere. A raise of his right hand and the human went to the convoy to port and a long sea journey, the left raised and they stayed on the Isle with the garrison if you were female you cooked and fucked, male then god help you as your time was hard you loaded the wagons acted as pack bearers some wretches unfortunate enough to have a face that didnt fit or raise a voice as his mate was taken could find himself target practice.
It was a healthy number moving on the march to the coast each piece of livestock shackled foot to the one in front and one behind and by the neck. The crack of a whip and the scream of one chosen to bear the pain for all on this march and they were off. Testicles liked this part and would stay seated watching his money walk before him in his mind he would count the profit and as the last passed he would then mount upon his white stallion and gallop to the head kicking dust dirt and mud upon the mass marching….. LIFE WAS GOOD and he would in a few short weeks be back in Pompeii seeing the sweet and tender daughter Lucrezia and she would tell him of her trying times and how she waited at the trattoria for service and he would marvel at how she withstood such hardships and that she was made of true roman stone “as good as any man” he would tell her with a smile. She was his light and he would dote upon her.
(03/18/17-[10:07:02] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
says to Everyone: The rain fell as hard as spears or arrows upon the helmet and cloak covering Testicles. The cold of the water making him shrivel. His men marched either side of their cargo, shields raised protection from the arrowing rain. His cold eyes ran along the misery of the filth that marched ever closer to the ship and there they would be stowed, restrained and held. They would leave shore and they would live in filth, their own filth and they would puke on the movement of the waves they always did. Red hair, blonde hair, dark hair. Blue eyes, green eyes there was no typical Briton he thought as a run of pretty females went by him whatever clothing remaining upon them now soaked heavy and clinging to breasts and thighs, their hair painted to their shoulders in damp rats tails.
Pretty…… Pretty ……. he ticked of who had potential to warm his bed on the journey and he also knew from experience that a couple of days at sea and the cargo will beg to be chosen to warm soldiers just be out of the stinking hold. He kicked his spurs into the side of his horse and rushed forward jumping from his horse before it had even halted, a trick he still liked to show as it kept his men thinking he was the agile and feared bundle of skill and rage they loved, maybe and followed, certainly. His personal slave waited and grabbed the reigns as the General strode to the quartermaster….. his private stock controller. “We need to mark the high price packages early when they arrive” he said matter of factly. He knew his chain of misery would arrive soon and he held no thought or concern for them. He was a soldier he would fight and die or as mor elikely now fight and retire rich but he would never have surrendered – rather die – these animals were lower than the rats they would share the hold with and their women were fit only to bring forward more weakness. Now however the men would work and die for Rome in one way or another and the women also to though any born of them would serve Rome or be of strong roman seed. They should be honoured to be so lucky………...Instructions given he strode quickly to his tent to dry and find pretty girl there to take his last fun on Briton soil for some time.
The slave was there, a pretty blonde thing he smiled – he had never named her, she was just there whenever he needed. That was no surprise though she had been told she was his personal she would be at his tent or wherever he wanted her on pain of disfigurement or rape depending upon his mood and how much he wanted to reward his men…. He had made sure that he had laughed evily and coldly when he had told her that and though he had never beat her in anger she didnt doubt his threat based in reality. In his younger days that may be true and stories are rife of him as a young man feeding prisoners to the dogs – he never denied rumours. The girl moved to him removing his wet garments the sodden material wetting her own clothing and she dried his body of the cold greasy wetness a final weapon the Isle threw at him and in truth one that had taken by illness that followed Briton weather many men.<BR><BR>Naked she dried Testicles rubbing and softly patting and he grunted his pleasure at her work and his own hands untied the garment about her and the material fell to the floor. She was pretty maybe half his age not much older then his own daughter, her own nakedness did not even interrupt her work about Testicles and she smiled as she worked…. “Slave, you to leave the Isle on the ship” it wasnt a question she was a slave it didn't need to be. Her eyes raised but her mouth said nothing she was used to the fact she did as was told and she smiled. Testicles moved close pressing to her body his arousal clear and he felt it time he took her to bed and relaxed himself took his battle adrenalin out on her once more ……… Testicles would drive hard and deep within her this evening
(03/19/17-[06:05:05] ) General Testicles - In Briton
says to Everyone: His eyes opened as he lay in his litter and the slave next to him reached over to touch Testicles…. He let out a satisfied groan as her fingers ran down towards Testicles…. Navel. She had, as ever been pleasing and he had told her that she would be leaving the Isle of Briton. It would be sad for such a hard working and pleasing girl to be left to the mercy of the garrison when he left. Rousing himself out of the litter and so her to, he looked across to her her pale naked body the breasts standing out in the cold air. “Cover yourself slave! Get my breakfast and return I will eat at the chart table and make plans to leave. You do to, if there are any kin or tribe here not in chains for the journey say your goodbyes”. He speaks matter of factly as if he was telling her to inform them she will be home late or she goes shopping. He doesn't do this for punishment or harshness for indeed he feels this slave is good and he will keep her. As he sits he watches the line of females move towards and through the tent and in there is his quartermaster.
He smiles as the quartermaster is taking his favourite kind of stocktaking……….. he checks the girls and marks those who have been captured as, and managed to survive the travel here, virgins. They would be protected on the journey as their price will be high on disembarking.
(03/19/17-[06:18:31] ) General Testicles - In Briton
says to Everyone: He turns the other way to the dock and sees the male cargo chained, shoulders slumped, shuffling to his ship. HIS SHIP, bought, paid for by him not Rome just as his garrison was his. Yes the services here lent to Rome and he had no thoughts on challenging for the top job but the power also knew that as they could count on him and his men, it should and would not interfere with Testicles and his business.
The best of these shuffling souls would find themselves chained to the oars and the irony of them rowing, when wind was not in the ships favour, themselves towards their miserable life in a mine was not lost upon him. They would receive the talk that they had been found the best of the animals in transit and if show well they may just be taken into the grip of Testicles and become part of his chosen men – few were but it made them row better to offer hope. He also found that having the strong on the oars helped evading pirates as they were rowing for their own lives as well as his - as no chained person escapes a sinking ship. Before long the cargo will be checked, categorised, marked, restrained and the tide will be with them and he will leave this grey Isle and head to his beloved daughter and Pompeii.
(03/25/17-[06:16:57] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
-[ You are at the docks ]-
Everyone: The morning rose as did Testicles and the slave had one more duty before she would move with the rest of his spoils to the ship though this one wouldn't be in chains in a hold or work to keep the crew, the soldiers or the lucky slaves on the oars happy and sated …. this one would walk the deck, feed him, see to his needs………… speaking of which his hand grabs her as she lies naked by him and pushes her down the bed to let her see to his needs this morning for one last time in Briton
…………………….Breakfasted, he strides, the slave a step behind him along the dock towards his ship and already he sees the slaves heading down to the bowels of the ship. These animals shuffle in the filthy rags they wore when captured, tattered from the journey and less than careful use by the legion as they waited transport. He didnt think to look or notice if the slave girl behind him dressed in crisp white clean tunic looked at them or anyone else or see if she felt for their pain as the cargo eyes looked to him as he strode by and so would see this girl so clean, well fed as she ate his scraps and he was sure he always left enough to keep her from hunger….. actually he hardly thought on her at all except to ensure she was in his step close by. Though despite him thinking he didnt think of her as he strode to move to look to the securing of his wealth, or future wealth when sold, he turned told a soldier to take her to his quarters and she was to wait there………. As he steppe down into the dark he wondered why would he do that, maybe he didnt want her to see or hear what was below her feet during the journey.
(03/25/17-[07:03:52] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
says to Everyone: He wandered the cargo, the men not worthy of the oars chained to the sides released only for exercise to keep muscle tone well and higher prices later. The women generally the same grouped together though they will be released at his command for the pleasure of the men under his command here – it is good leadership to ensure the men looking after your safety are well cared for, and there locked behind the door of a cage the high price cargo – those marked and checked as virgins. These women were not chained but were safe behind bars they had straw to sleep on, no man would touch them. Finally the oars girls four oarsmen to a row and an oars girl to two every two rows…….. these slaves would live in the oars decks and as well as the beating of time the sight of these girls available if the distance is made will keep these slaves on the aors HARD at work… he smiled at his joke and thought of the girl waiting in the cabin…. These girls would be busy and now he will make the cabin girl busy……. Turning his back he left and ordered the ship to take its tide
(04/04/17-[08:23:49] ) General Testicles - on route from BRITON
-[ You are aboard a ship or other water craft ]-
Everyone: The journey had gone well, he lay in his bedding the two would be slaves eager to stay in the clean sheets and service him as they had last night. They would do anything to avoid the puke and filth of below. He leaned back ready to let them ease his ache and his eyes fell across the personal slave, the girl he had kept in his tent in Briton and decided to bring to Pompeii, the girl he had kept out of the hold and journeyed clean and comfortable in his bed as he wished. His eyes fell to her and as she watched him he felt he didnt want the service of these girls and he looked away form the slave he didnt look at her as he called the guard to take the girls back to the hold.
He dressed himself, the slave girl moved to dress him as he rose but he didnt wish her touch or her help. He found he couldnt look to her and felt he somehow had done wrong – a strange feeling and odd he feels he wronged a slave, why did he feel like this he had fed slaves to the hounds before now taken joy in pushing them to the pit. The girl just stood silent not understanding why she wasnt to help but knowing not to force the issue. She had seen many of the girls from below and their journey not as hers – they had been used and bruised, passed about at the will of the ship company, only the virgins had remained untouched locked behind bars – high value cargo.
(04/04/17-[08:32:09] ) General Testicles - on route from BRITON
-[ You are aboard a ship or other water craft ]-
Everyone: Dressed he marched the deck then below to the dank oars and the slaves he had chosen to row themselves to slavery or maybe to to his private army. That was their slim chance that made them row… well that, the whip and the fact that older females had been stripped and spent the journey with them as reward for those on the oars making the distance. It was no surprise that even chained to an oar and rowing to almost certain slavery, hard work and early death, how much the chance to fuck, maybe for the last time drove a man to work and they had rowed well and been rewarded well of a night - those who deserved it, and those who missed out worked harder the following day – Roman Efficiency. The girl followed him she had seen it often on the journey and her eyes barely registered the poor wretches used all night huddled together sleeping in a stinking heap as the rowers began the final days journey.BR>
”Today we make port. Some of you my men say are worthy to stand by them in battle and so you will be released of your chains once we reach my barracks ……. The lazy amongst you well it is the mines or arena for you but be happy in the knowledge your work to get here has kept you muscled and it may be some rich lady may want you………….Maybe”………. He turned and walked, it always helped to make the last miles fly to leave even those bound for slavery to have some hope of a better life than the mines……. “Come girl” he addressed her now no longer??? Ashamed, he felt shock as he recognised it was shame he felt as his eyes had met hers earlier that day ….. shame he had used those other girls in the night in front of her……………. It was strange feeling. He rose the steps back into the sunshine thankfully he heard the girl follow so he didnt have to turn to call her or look at her………. Realising the reason he didnt want to see her was he felt uncomfortable in her company especially around the filth of the cargo. He had seen how she had looked sorrowfully at the cargo everytime they came in view …….. Well soon he'd be rid of her a profit in his hand …………………. wouldn't he?
LET THE JOURNAL BEGIN
(03/11/17-[02:29:28] ) General Testicles
says to Everyone: IN BRITON _ the rain, the grey skies and everything about this Isle now seemed against him as he thought plotted and looked at the map. It had been easy the people of the south were soft and kindly led tribes overrun easily with hardly a man lost now though the further north he went the slower the progress and the more rain. His thoughts went to Rome, though now it seemed his wonderful daughter had relocated to the villa on Pompeii.
this next thrust then he would head back and see her. He sighed thinking of her alone, well not alone but no mother she having died giving Lucrezia life. Yes one more battle then he would head back awhile leaving mopping up to his captain's and take his spoils of war and no few captives home to the markets and see his beloved daughter her purity a balance to wipe away his deeds of blood and torture in the advancement of Rome. He would listen to how she passed he day painting or shopping and marvel at how brave she was when challenging the shopkeeper prices knowing full well she won because his good servant Massivius was stood behind her glaring........ A wide grin turned to a laugh...... "A battle to win, then a ship to catch" he said to the waiting men let's go
03/17/17-[15:48:06] ) General Testicles - in Briton
says to Everyone: The battle had gone well and yet more of this damp island fell and yet more slaves taken. He had been impressed his men had realised the art of war was to terrify the enemy to surrendering and so lose as little life and take more livestock or as they are better known slaves. Slaves meant many things – bed warmers for long lonely sea journeys, camp followers for cooking and long lonely nights under canvas and of course PROFIT. The beauty here being his men appreciated profit as they all profited each man under Testicles had a cut. Records were kept and accounts held even those remaining on this isle knew on return to Pompeii there would be money for them. It kept them loyal, it kept them fighting and of course it kept the General ever richer.
This part of the role he liked, he sat with his lieutenants and oversaw the decision of what spoil went where… he felt like the Gods deciding on insignificant beings futures. The men remaining didnt care for the looks of the camp followers they would lie with anything as beauty brought a high price elsewhere. A raise of his right hand and the human went to the convoy to port and a long sea journey, the left raised and they stayed on the Isle with the garrison if you were female you cooked and fucked, male then god help you as your time was hard you loaded the wagons acted as pack bearers some wretches unfortunate enough to have a face that didnt fit or raise a voice as his mate was taken could find himself target practice.
It was a healthy number moving on the march to the coast each piece of livestock shackled foot to the one in front and one behind and by the neck. The crack of a whip and the scream of one chosen to bear the pain for all on this march and they were off. Testicles liked this part and would stay seated watching his money walk before him in his mind he would count the profit and as the last passed he would then mount upon his white stallion and gallop to the head kicking dust dirt and mud upon the mass marching….. LIFE WAS GOOD and he would in a few short weeks be back in Pompeii seeing the sweet and tender daughter Lucrezia and she would tell him of her trying times and how she waited at the trattoria for service and he would marvel at how she withstood such hardships and that she was made of true roman stone “as good as any man” he would tell her with a smile. She was his light and he would dote upon her.
(03/18/17-[10:07:02] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
says to Everyone: The rain fell as hard as spears or arrows upon the helmet and cloak covering Testicles. The cold of the water making him shrivel. His men marched either side of their cargo, shields raised protection from the arrowing rain. His cold eyes ran along the misery of the filth that marched ever closer to the ship and there they would be stowed, restrained and held. They would leave shore and they would live in filth, their own filth and they would puke on the movement of the waves they always did. Red hair, blonde hair, dark hair. Blue eyes, green eyes there was no typical Briton he thought as a run of pretty females went by him whatever clothing remaining upon them now soaked heavy and clinging to breasts and thighs, their hair painted to their shoulders in damp rats tails.
Pretty…… Pretty ……. he ticked of who had potential to warm his bed on the journey and he also knew from experience that a couple of days at sea and the cargo will beg to be chosen to warm soldiers just be out of the stinking hold. He kicked his spurs into the side of his horse and rushed forward jumping from his horse before it had even halted, a trick he still liked to show as it kept his men thinking he was the agile and feared bundle of skill and rage they loved, maybe and followed, certainly. His personal slave waited and grabbed the reigns as the General strode to the quartermaster….. his private stock controller. “We need to mark the high price packages early when they arrive” he said matter of factly. He knew his chain of misery would arrive soon and he held no thought or concern for them. He was a soldier he would fight and die or as mor elikely now fight and retire rich but he would never have surrendered – rather die – these animals were lower than the rats they would share the hold with and their women were fit only to bring forward more weakness. Now however the men would work and die for Rome in one way or another and the women also to though any born of them would serve Rome or be of strong roman seed. They should be honoured to be so lucky………...Instructions given he strode quickly to his tent to dry and find pretty girl there to take his last fun on Briton soil for some time.
The slave was there, a pretty blonde thing he smiled – he had never named her, she was just there whenever he needed. That was no surprise though she had been told she was his personal she would be at his tent or wherever he wanted her on pain of disfigurement or rape depending upon his mood and how much he wanted to reward his men…. He had made sure that he had laughed evily and coldly when he had told her that and though he had never beat her in anger she didnt doubt his threat based in reality. In his younger days that may be true and stories are rife of him as a young man feeding prisoners to the dogs – he never denied rumours. The girl moved to him removing his wet garments the sodden material wetting her own clothing and she dried his body of the cold greasy wetness a final weapon the Isle threw at him and in truth one that had taken by illness that followed Briton weather many men.<BR><BR>Naked she dried Testicles rubbing and softly patting and he grunted his pleasure at her work and his own hands untied the garment about her and the material fell to the floor. She was pretty maybe half his age not much older then his own daughter, her own nakedness did not even interrupt her work about Testicles and she smiled as she worked…. “Slave, you to leave the Isle on the ship” it wasnt a question she was a slave it didn't need to be. Her eyes raised but her mouth said nothing she was used to the fact she did as was told and she smiled. Testicles moved close pressing to her body his arousal clear and he felt it time he took her to bed and relaxed himself took his battle adrenalin out on her once more ……… Testicles would drive hard and deep within her this evening
(03/19/17-[06:05:05] ) General Testicles - In Briton
says to Everyone: His eyes opened as he lay in his litter and the slave next to him reached over to touch Testicles…. He let out a satisfied groan as her fingers ran down towards Testicles…. Navel. She had, as ever been pleasing and he had told her that she would be leaving the Isle of Briton. It would be sad for such a hard working and pleasing girl to be left to the mercy of the garrison when he left. Rousing himself out of the litter and so her to, he looked across to her her pale naked body the breasts standing out in the cold air. “Cover yourself slave! Get my breakfast and return I will eat at the chart table and make plans to leave. You do to, if there are any kin or tribe here not in chains for the journey say your goodbyes”. He speaks matter of factly as if he was telling her to inform them she will be home late or she goes shopping. He doesn't do this for punishment or harshness for indeed he feels this slave is good and he will keep her. As he sits he watches the line of females move towards and through the tent and in there is his quartermaster.
He smiles as the quartermaster is taking his favourite kind of stocktaking……….. he checks the girls and marks those who have been captured as, and managed to survive the travel here, virgins. They would be protected on the journey as their price will be high on disembarking.
(03/19/17-[06:18:31] ) General Testicles - In Briton
says to Everyone: He turns the other way to the dock and sees the male cargo chained, shoulders slumped, shuffling to his ship. HIS SHIP, bought, paid for by him not Rome just as his garrison was his. Yes the services here lent to Rome and he had no thoughts on challenging for the top job but the power also knew that as they could count on him and his men, it should and would not interfere with Testicles and his business.
The best of these shuffling souls would find themselves chained to the oars and the irony of them rowing, when wind was not in the ships favour, themselves towards their miserable life in a mine was not lost upon him. They would receive the talk that they had been found the best of the animals in transit and if show well they may just be taken into the grip of Testicles and become part of his chosen men – few were but it made them row better to offer hope. He also found that having the strong on the oars helped evading pirates as they were rowing for their own lives as well as his - as no chained person escapes a sinking ship. Before long the cargo will be checked, categorised, marked, restrained and the tide will be with them and he will leave this grey Isle and head to his beloved daughter and Pompeii.
(03/25/17-[06:16:57] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
-[ You are at the docks ]-
Everyone: The morning rose as did Testicles and the slave had one more duty before she would move with the rest of his spoils to the ship though this one wouldn't be in chains in a hold or work to keep the crew, the soldiers or the lucky slaves on the oars happy and sated …. this one would walk the deck, feed him, see to his needs………… speaking of which his hand grabs her as she lies naked by him and pushes her down the bed to let her see to his needs this morning for one last time in Briton
…………………….Breakfasted, he strides, the slave a step behind him along the dock towards his ship and already he sees the slaves heading down to the bowels of the ship. These animals shuffle in the filthy rags they wore when captured, tattered from the journey and less than careful use by the legion as they waited transport. He didnt think to look or notice if the slave girl behind him dressed in crisp white clean tunic looked at them or anyone else or see if she felt for their pain as the cargo eyes looked to him as he strode by and so would see this girl so clean, well fed as she ate his scraps and he was sure he always left enough to keep her from hunger….. actually he hardly thought on her at all except to ensure she was in his step close by. Though despite him thinking he didnt think of her as he strode to move to look to the securing of his wealth, or future wealth when sold, he turned told a soldier to take her to his quarters and she was to wait there………. As he steppe down into the dark he wondered why would he do that, maybe he didnt want her to see or hear what was below her feet during the journey.
(03/25/17-[07:03:52] ) General Testicles - IN BRITON
says to Everyone: He wandered the cargo, the men not worthy of the oars chained to the sides released only for exercise to keep muscle tone well and higher prices later. The women generally the same grouped together though they will be released at his command for the pleasure of the men under his command here – it is good leadership to ensure the men looking after your safety are well cared for, and there locked behind the door of a cage the high price cargo – those marked and checked as virgins. These women were not chained but were safe behind bars they had straw to sleep on, no man would touch them. Finally the oars girls four oarsmen to a row and an oars girl to two every two rows…….. these slaves would live in the oars decks and as well as the beating of time the sight of these girls available if the distance is made will keep these slaves on the aors HARD at work… he smiled at his joke and thought of the girl waiting in the cabin…. These girls would be busy and now he will make the cabin girl busy……. Turning his back he left and ordered the ship to take its tide
(04/04/17-[08:23:49] ) General Testicles - on route from BRITON
-[ You are aboard a ship or other water craft ]-
Everyone: The journey had gone well, he lay in his bedding the two would be slaves eager to stay in the clean sheets and service him as they had last night. They would do anything to avoid the puke and filth of below. He leaned back ready to let them ease his ache and his eyes fell across the personal slave, the girl he had kept in his tent in Briton and decided to bring to Pompeii, the girl he had kept out of the hold and journeyed clean and comfortable in his bed as he wished. His eyes fell to her and as she watched him he felt he didnt want the service of these girls and he looked away form the slave he didnt look at her as he called the guard to take the girls back to the hold.
He dressed himself, the slave girl moved to dress him as he rose but he didnt wish her touch or her help. He found he couldnt look to her and felt he somehow had done wrong – a strange feeling and odd he feels he wronged a slave, why did he feel like this he had fed slaves to the hounds before now taken joy in pushing them to the pit. The girl just stood silent not understanding why she wasnt to help but knowing not to force the issue. She had seen many of the girls from below and their journey not as hers – they had been used and bruised, passed about at the will of the ship company, only the virgins had remained untouched locked behind bars – high value cargo.
(04/04/17-[08:32:09] ) General Testicles - on route from BRITON
-[ You are aboard a ship or other water craft ]-
Everyone: Dressed he marched the deck then below to the dank oars and the slaves he had chosen to row themselves to slavery or maybe to to his private army. That was their slim chance that made them row… well that, the whip and the fact that older females had been stripped and spent the journey with them as reward for those on the oars making the distance. It was no surprise that even chained to an oar and rowing to almost certain slavery, hard work and early death, how much the chance to fuck, maybe for the last time drove a man to work and they had rowed well and been rewarded well of a night - those who deserved it, and those who missed out worked harder the following day – Roman Efficiency. The girl followed him she had seen it often on the journey and her eyes barely registered the poor wretches used all night huddled together sleeping in a stinking heap as the rowers began the final days journey.BR>
”Today we make port. Some of you my men say are worthy to stand by them in battle and so you will be released of your chains once we reach my barracks ……. The lazy amongst you well it is the mines or arena for you but be happy in the knowledge your work to get here has kept you muscled and it may be some rich lady may want you………….Maybe”………. He turned and walked, it always helped to make the last miles fly to leave even those bound for slavery to have some hope of a better life than the mines……. “Come girl” he addressed her now no longer??? Ashamed, he felt shock as he recognised it was shame he felt as his eyes had met hers earlier that day ….. shame he had used those other girls in the night in front of her……………. It was strange feeling. He rose the steps back into the sunshine thankfully he heard the girl follow so he didnt have to turn to call her or look at her………. Realising the reason he didnt want to see her was he felt uncomfortable in her company especially around the filth of the cargo. He had seen how she had looked sorrowfully at the cargo everytime they came in view …….. Well soon he'd be rid of her a profit in his hand …………………. wouldn't he?