EXTRACT FOR
Falco's Collection
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

      

Three years as governor was more than enough to secure the fortune of Gaius Patronius Falco. True he had to spend a fair sum of money to bribe the magistrates when he got back to Rome as a result of the inevitable complaints that usually accompanied such an undertaking. However, as acquisitive as he was, many had been far worse. The only downside to returning to Rome was that Caligula was in power. So, prudently, he decided that it was time to retire from politics for a while and hide himself in relative obscurity in the resort town of Herculaneum. This small town is just a stone's throw from Pompeii near the sinister presence of Mount Vesuvius. Herculaneum was noteworthy for its fine quality bath houses, restaurants and exclusive slave auction houses not to mention some excellent quality brothels. 

      Falco's wife had perished in a freak accident involving a runaway chariot, a drunken driver and a slippery stretch of pavement due to a brief summer storm. Falco wasn't sad. She'd always made it difficult for him to engage in slave girl peccadilloes. Now that his son was beginning a military career and his daughter married off, he was free to do his thing. This was further assisted by the fact that he was now living a very safe distance from Rome.

      From what he'd heard, it was always best to keep out of sight of the mad emperor who thought, no knew that he was a deity. It was rumored that Caligula proclaimed himself the returning presence of Zeus or some such rot. Falco didn't care. He stayed out of Rome, leaving the running of his property in Rome to a steward and a sleazy lawyer by the name of Matellus Cornelius Pizzo. They made sure the taxes were paid and the appropriate bribes handed to persons of influence in the very corrupt administration. To defray these costs, it was only required to lease the property to certain influential persons who turned out to be ambassadors from Syria.

      Even Caligula had enough sense to respect diplomats especially when they contributed large amounts of gold so he could keep paying the Praetorian Guard. It didn't bode well for Rome when their emperor bragged about pillaging Neptune by taking tons of sea shells from the God. An entire legion had spent over a month collecting this worthless detritus from the windswept beaches of the North coast of Gaul which would someday be called Normandy.

      Falco decided it was high time he went on a long adventure into the lurid pleasures of Venus. He had more than enough money tucked away in several private banks from Austea to his present town of residence. He'd taken four male slaves with him, loyal thugs who knew their way around. He further insured their good will by making sure they had enough money to spend for their own lascivious delights. After all, a wide open cunt was good for morale. In addition, the oldest of these four body guards was a man by the name of Spinto. He'd been in the legions and he knew every trick in the book and quite a few out of it. He wasn't a slave in actuality, but he pretended to be so he could keep the other three in line. As a result, Spinto was building up a fair sized bank account of his own and was looking forward to a comfortable retirement with Falco as his benefactor. It was the perfect client/patron relationship. Falco kept Spinto around for another important reason. The ex-legionnaire was an excellent judge of female flesh. For this reason, Falco regularly brought him to the slave auctions to swap notes as each youthful girl was brought to the block for bid.

      It was the first day of the week and the house of Quintus Maximus was offering a bevy of young slaves from Greece and several provinces to the South including Judea. "Don't worry, Spinto, I'll be getting one for you to. It's the least I can do for my good friend and protector. Any crooks in this crowd will give you a wide birth, I wager."

      Spinto was very tall and well put together. His arms were like tree trunks and he wore the leather armor he'd worn as a centurion. It was covered by a Toga but it was clear that this was one man you just didn't fuck with unless you were a well prepared whore. Spinto laughed, "I'm sure we will be both well pleased. You've always been fair to me Falco. I appreciate it."

      They were able to get seats in the front row. It always helped to be a bit early for these events. After all, a front row seat made it much easier to examine those curvy, shapely goods. Soon Flavius strode to the lectern. A very tough looking guard dragged out the first lot for sale. Falco commented, "Very nice but she'll probably go to high being the first up for sale." Spinto nodded and they watched the proceedings. First, potential bidders were invited to "inspect the lot for sale". The girl had nothing on so she was prodded, poked and fondled by several men. When real money was at stake, the bidders wished to make sure the wench was firm of flesh and without apparent illness. The girl just stood there staring up at the ceiling with her mouth in a grim straight line. Her long black hair went well below her shoulders to accent her curvy figure. She was quite an attractive piece of pulchritude.

      At last, Flavius banged a gong. "All right my good friends, neighbors and fellow letches." The audience laughed at his levity. "Here is a sweet morsel from Ephesus. Her former owner desperately needed some money to pay a gambling debt so Diana here was obtained forthwith. She survived the voyage quite nicely as you all can see. She's very firm of flesh, lusty between the blankets and very eager to please the gentleman with the taste for youth, beauty and vitality. So what am I bid?"

      Falco watched and waited. Bids quickly ran up to five hundred sesterces before things slowed down. Flavius played the bidders like a tune. "Marcus, she's worth twice what you've bid. She could be yours for a measly five hundred fifty." Flavius knew most of the people there by name. Eventually Diana went for 630 sesterces and the next girl was brought to the stage. 

      This one was darker skinned, fresh from Judea. "Behold, Sarah! This youthful beauty has fire between her loins and a mouth so depraved that she will send you to the fertile fields of Elysium See how her magnificent breasts jut out and the shape of her lively body. She will give you years of the joys of Eros. What am I bid?"

      Spinto finally made a comment. "Now that's a wench worth bidding on. She's different than most of the others. She'll make a fine contrast to the other slave girls you bring into your bed. Sarah looked over the crowd with blazing eyes. Her mouth was an expressionless line and she stuck her chin up in obvious defiance. Falco smiled, "She has spirit. If that wench could be trained, she could supply excellent pleasure."

      Falco bided his time. The bidding was surprising light. Perhaps something in her eyes warned potential owners that she would be a handful. At last, Falco made a bid of 300 sesterces. To his surprise, he won the wench. "Sold to my good friend Falco for 300 sesterces. A fine purchase, I must say."

       Chains were quickly placed on her wrists and she was taken away to a holding cell until the auction was concluded.

      A few lots later, a delicate looking nymph from Tyre named Kyra, was unceremoniously pushed forward. The girl looked shy and frightened. In spite of her petite size, her breasts were full and well rounded. Her hour glass shape hinted at delights that could only be guessed at. After the usual poking and prodding, the bidding got underway. Tribonius was an old letcher and he sent the bid up to 600 sesterces. However, Falco was intrigued by this winsome looking lovely. He finally got the wench for 700 even though his palms sweated with anticipation. "I thought I'd lose her to that old goat."

      They continued to watch and wait. Spinto perked up when a very dark skinned siren from Nubia was presented. Apparently she'd been purchased from a trader near Joppa and this was the one, Falco's henchman desired. Although the bidding was brisk, it slowed down at about 200 sesterces. Apparently the novelty wasn't enough to overcome her older appearance. She was probably in her mid-twenties. Her tits sagged just a bit and her waist wasn't as slim as the others. Spinto murmured, "Now that wench has obviously been a long worshipper at the shrine of Venus. She has the look of one who has born children. She's not embarrassed by her nakedness either."

      Falco got the wench for 250 and Spinto grinned with satisfaction. "I'll share her with you if you get bored with the other two." Both men laughed. Spinto was happy. More to the point, Falco was happy and he looked forward to breaking in two young girls to lascivious paths of pleasure. 

      When the two men got to the holding cells, they got a chance to examine their purchases at close inspection. Both of Falco's women were bare at the groin. Their pussy hair had been carefully shaved to show their carnal parts to better advantage. Falco carefully inspected the pair, tenderly lifting each breast with his fore finger to determine weight and firmness. "Not bad, Falco, these two will do nicely. He turned them around and noticed that Sarah still had nasty looking whip marks on her buttocks and back. "Looks like this one needed some correction. I told you she has spirit. I wager she'll be wild in bed, once her inner fires have been ignited. What is your name, wench?"

      Sarah said nothing. Maybe she could avoid a confrontation if she pretended not to understand. Spinto spun the girl around. "Answer your master or I'll strap your behind until you can't sit for a week."

      She practically spat the word out. "Sarah!"

      Falco turned his attention to the other. "And what is your name, young one?"

      Her voice was very soft with a hint of supplication. Her hair was rusty red and fell to her shoulders. "My name is Kyra, my lord."

      "My name is Gaius Falco. You are now my property and I will enjoy that very much. You are both my body servants, charged with bathing me and taking care of my other needs." He then looked at the Nubian and pointed to her. "You are his!" He stuck his thumb at Spinto. The Nubian just nodded, understanding perfectly. She already been the plaything of three masters and was used to submitting her body for the use of men. Sometimes she even enjoyed it and at least this Spinto fellow looked like he could satisfy a woman's lusts. She gave Spinto a cheeky smile. Soon the two men escorted these lovely prizes back to Falco's villa. The three women were provided with lose fitting robes to give them some degree of protection along with obeying the local ordinances against undue nudity in public. Falco always thought that this particular law was laughable, but he went along with the foolishness. He'd have more than enough time to investigate the sensual proclivities of his newly acquired playmates. Once these two were well trained, he could purchase more willing temptresses to add further variety for his new collection. Variety was the key. He'd heard that Gauls had yellow hair and blue eyes. Egyptians had brown skin and lava flowing from between their soft legs. Greek girls were famous for their knowledge of fancy little tricks that could make a man's blood boil and send his soul to the pits of Hades. Some of the Syrian sirens were so vile in their sensuality that a man could lose himself several times in one night. There were ex-prostitutes from certain obscure temples located in the coastal region near Judea. These beauties knew precisely how to use their vaginal muscles for countless hours of both individual and group orgies. Some of the bidders selected the very young, craving innocent, unsullied flesh of 12 winters and younger. Others desired women who were older, whose talents and experience could be savored like rich wine until their bodies were filled with the new owners seed. These were all adventures to be anticipated in future auctions. However for now, Falco possessed two delectable girls to explore, subdue and enjoy.

      Spinto wasted no time. He practically dragged the Nubian wench to his own quarters. With a flourish he unlocked her wrist bands and pulled off her shift. "Your name, wench!"

      She smiled at him with a knowing grin. "Nara! It's good to bed with a real man. You would not believe how feeble my last two masters were."

      Spinto removed his own clothing and pushed Nara onto his bed. "You talk big. Let's see if your cunt is up to snuff. Spread and get to work."

      Nara giggled seductively as he slipped his weapon up and down from her clit to her pucker. She was wet for him. That was a good sign. Nara knew what to do. She lifted her legs and wiggled her toes, tempting him to do his worst. "Hurry, Spinto! Fuck me! I haven't had it in weeks!"

       Spinto practically crushed her tits with his massive hands and with a groan, thrust his member into her squishy sheath. "By the Gods! Work it! Fuck with your cunt!"

      Nara arched her back just right and lunged into his advance. Expertly she squeezed his shaft, teasing and caressing him until his breathing got heavy and his thrusting desperate. Her tits hurt a little from his tenacious grip but overall, she was very pleased. This sure beat working in the fields or doing endless sewing for some picky bitch. "I've had many men, Spinto. I love to suck cock. You can stick your meat up my ass to. When I get through with you, you won't want any other thin blooded girls. Now fuck me harder! Yes! Ooooo! Spinto! You fucking animal! I knew you'd be good! Just tell me what to do!"

      Spinto groaned. The wench knew pleasure. His cock tingled and yearned for release and he'd only been in her for mere minutes. Her long shapely legs encompassed him like a pair of lithe pythons. Her ankles were locked behind him, trapping him within her lascivious embrace. "Fuck me Spinto! Stud me like a bull!"

      He was deep into her grinding, gripping flesh. He had to take all of her. Fortunately, the night was still young. He moved his mouth to hers and stuck his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth. He strained and lunged, thrust and churned, anxious to feel every inch of that wild cunt! "Fuck! Bitch! Yes!"

      He exploded into her. This black slut was fantastic. Eros must have fashioned her inside and out. Nara squeezed him hard while he drained his sap into her writhing flesh. She kept ripping her pussy on his squirting dick, hungering for more and more of his penetrations. "Oh Spinto, I'm so glad you own me. You're the best I've ever had. I want it again, right now."

      They were both sweating from the effort of uninhibited copulation. However she was worth the pains. Spinto grinned down at her. "You're a wench after my own heart. I figured you might be a nasty slut in bed. That's why I got Falco to buy you for me. Once and awhile I'll share you with him. Any objections?"

      Nara laughed, "Not at all, Spinto. I love being taken by two men at once. You two can play with me for hours and I'll suck and fuck until you two are drained. I've been sporting with men since I was 12 and I'm 24 winters old now."

      Spinto looked right into her black eyes. "You ever have any children?"

      She saddened for a moment. "They all got sold off. It hurt. My last two masters were real bastards."

      Spinto grinned. "Well, if you have any children for me, I'll keep them. We can always use some extra hands to keep the place clean. It takes about a dozen years to train a good servant but I can't see selling them off. If I keep you happy, you'll keep me happy, you wicked siren. Besides, I'm a free man. I work for Falco because he's fair and I like him."

      She drew him down. "Hurry, I need to be fucked again. Give me that big, free cock. Take my slave cunt all you want."