Written on Mar, 07, 2017 by in ,

Gallus ignored the provocation, saying only, “I have my price—” “Keep your coins.” Disappointed, Eucher rose and walked away. Gallus always asked to buy his freedom. Asked every month. Like most slaves, he accumulated fees and gifts. Though he could meet the market price, he couldn’t meet Eucher’s. Gallus was a boy, as all slaves were boys, though he was …

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Written on Mar, 02, 2017 by in ,

*** After the show, Eucher took Gallus to his father’s palace, a sprawling mansion south of the Flaminian Circus. What was a crime for a citizen and the duty of a freedman was the purpose of a slave as beautiful as Gallus. Eucher stripped Gallus and bent him over a sleeping couch. Gallus buried his face in the cushions. His …

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Written on Feb, 22, 2017 by in ,

A white swan, its feathers smooth as cream, its face a black mask, stepped from a bag held nearby by a beast-fighter. It fluttered toward her as she sprinkled seeds onto the depilated pink slit between her legs. Her inner thighs and labia were golden with honey and the seed stuck where it touched her skin. As the swan descended …

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Written on Feb, 14, 2017 by in ,

From marble to crumbling brick, from senator to slave, the crowd hissed, howled, and demanded more. It was victory they wanted, victory defined, as it had always been, by a pile of victims. More respectable than the impatient plebes above and seeking their approval nonetheless, the senators only hissed at the pause in the show. Those seated around Eucher were …

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Written on Feb, 07, 2017 by in ,

Slaves tended a score of fires lit around the arena wall, while smoke from the smoldering tower and the fires mixed with the sweet aroma of three staked and burning calves. The clever effect prepared the crowd for the feast to follow. High above, the great velum, torn and cracked in places, was drawn incompletely to its height above the …

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