When I took (and flunked) Latin in my freshmen year at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a “Roman soap opera”, which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.

Pompeii, 79 AD:

The sun shined brightly as I walked down the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. My name is Arcadias Marcus Lucian, I’m twenty years old, and I’m a bachelor. My father was the owner of several shipping companies that sent merchandise across the Mediterranean. My family was so wealthy that my unborn children could retire.
On my twentieth birthday, my father bought me a house of my own and told me I would never have to work a day in my life. With my finances taken care off, I was looking for something to occupy my time. Unless I got some small job or full-time hobby, I would go insane with boredom.
I stepped out onto the pier and looked around. I instantly laid eyes on a very familiar ship. It belonged to a friend of my father, and he was a slave trader. I had never been very partial to owning slaves, even though they were treated well in our society. Regardless, I walked over. Several slaves, bound in shackles, surrounded Syphax.
“Hello Syphax. How is business today?” I asked.
“Ah, hello Arcadias. It’s very well, thanks for asking. I just got a new group from Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered. I heard that you got your own home now, every home needs a few slaves.” He said, holding his arm out to the slaves. I walked down the line and reluctantly took a look, even though I had no intention of buying one.
I looked down the line and stopped. At the end of the line was a girl of about fifteen. She had long jet-black hair and her eyes were downcast, so you couldn’t see her face. I walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not acknowledge me.
I slowly reached out and wrapped my fingers around one of her delicate hands. She looked up at me and I was instantly breathless. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender bone structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion. Her most prominent feature were her blue eyes, which were the shade of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artists in Rome would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly.
“Selene.” She replied. I turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of gold coins out of my pocket.
“Syphax, here. Set her free.” I said. Selene and Syphax looked at me with disbelief.
“Are you saying that you’re buying her?” Syphax asked.
“No, I’m paying for her freedom. As of now, she is a feed slave and a citizen of Pompeii.” I said.
Syphax shrugged and walked over. He unlocked her shackles and they fell to the ground.
“Selene, my name is Arcadias. You may stay with me in my home for as long as you like, as my honored guest.” I said with a warm smile.
Selene looked back down at the ground and I realized that tears were rolling down her face.
“Don’t worry, it’s-” I began.
Selene rushed over and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, it’s ok.” I said softly as I wrapped my arms around her slender frame.

“We should get you some new clothes. You deserve more than these rags.” I said with a comforting smile as we walked down the street.
“Thank you Master.” She said softly. I put my hand on her shoulder and she looked at me with her beautiful innocent eyes.
“Selene, you are free now. I’m not your master, just your friend.” I said.
“Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master.” She said humbly.
I cocked my head to one side as I analyzed her tone. There was no sadness or dread in her voice, instead; there was nervousness. She wasn’t dreading the situation, she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.
“Just answer me one thing: Are you doing this out of forced obligation, or do you honestly want to repay you’re debt?” I asked.
“I want to repay my debt to you.” She murmured, almost peacefully.
“Alright, whatever makes you happy.” I said.

As we walked around Pompeii, Selene became more and more comfortable around me. She smiled as we talked, she would cling to my arm as we walked past the vendors, and she would even cry tears of happiness when I bought her new clothes. As she became happier and happier, she became even more beautiful, something I thought was impossible.

As we stepped into the atrium of my home, Selene gazed in amazement.
“Welcome to my home, and it is yours too for as long as you like.” I said as I walked over to the couch and put down the clothes I had bought for her. I looked back at Selene. Once again, she seemed quite nervous. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a good home.
“Hey, how about we see if those clothes fit?” I asked warmly, trying to lighten the mood.
Selene smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for her age, but not so large that I had noticed them before.
My brain took control of my body before my penis could. I rushed over and put my hands on her shoulders.
“Selene, are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable changing in the guest room?” I asked. As I spoke the words, I could almost feel my dick reaching up and smacking me in the back of the head for talking.
“What do you mean?” She asked innocently.
“I just think it would be more proper if I weren’t here when you undressed.” I said. My brain was tearing itself apart as my sense of manners fought my sexual urges.
“It’s ok, my body belongs to you.” She murmured with a look of peace on her face. The way she said it was new.
As I sat down in a nearby chair, Selene continued to pull her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her round tits. She slowly shook her hips from side to side as she pulled it down her slender waist. My eyes were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her naked flesh. I could barely keep my jaw from hanging open.
She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her pussy from me, but allowing me to see just the slightest patch of pubic hairs. Common sense told me that she did it out of instinct or habit, but I was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knees, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her smooth thigh.
By now, my cock was so hard that I could have used it as an anvil and forged a sword. I had to keep the bulge in my pants hidden with my arm. Selene turned to me, finally giving me a good view of her sweet pussy. The lips looked like they were as soft as rose petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before me, Selene looked at me with a very nervous but happy expression on her face.
“Master, I just want to thank you again for everything you’ve done for me. No one has ever been so kind to me.” She said with a very tender expression on her face.
The amount of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed my throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a kitten in the rain, and I just had the urge to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“You’re welcome Selene.” I said with a warm smile.
Selene smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a yellow dress and I got a view of her ass that the gods would envy. The dick grew so hard, so fast, I almost loss consciousness from not enough blood reaching my brain.

I watched Selene dress and undress half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits I had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her face. Once she had gone through everything, I stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.
“I’m going to stop by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your room is right down the hall, please make yourself at home. I’ll be back soon, then we’ll have dinner.” I said.
‘I’m going to need a cold bath.’ I thought to myself as I walked through the door.

I sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive room, people were walking around or sitting in the baths, and the walls were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold baths.
“Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl.” A friend of mine said as he settled in the other side of the pool.
“Oh, hey Quintus. Well, slave girl might not be the proper term…” I said.
“Well does she work hard? The new slaves from up north have no work ethic.” He said as he looked around.
“I wouldn’t know, seeing as how I set her free.” I said.
“What? Already? Wow, the work ethic of those barbarians is even worse than I thought.” He said with disbelief.
“No, I mean that she was never my slave girl. I paid the vendor for her freedom.”
“Why’d you do that? I know your father is rich, but that’s just throwing money away.” Quintus asked.
“I didn’t do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I’m not sure why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life of forced servitude.”
“Well what happened afterwards? Where is she?” He asked.
“She’s living with me as my guest. I’m letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today.” I said lazily.
“Geez Arcadias, if you wanted to get laid so bad, you could have just hired a prostitute. You didn’t have to pay for a slave girl if just wanted someone to “sharpen you gladius”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way better prices than Syphax.” He said.
“Damn it, weren’t you listening? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn’t want her to work as a slave all day and be raped all night.” I said, getting agitated that he was talking about Selene that way.
“Fine, sorry. Hey, where are you going?” Quintus asked as I climbed out of the pool.
“I’m going home, it’s getting late.” I said with my anger evident in my tone.

I stepped through the front door and immediately caught the odors of several delicious dishes. Selene stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw me.
“Oh, dinner will be ready in just a minute, Master.” She said.
“When I said that we would have dinner when I got back, I meant that I would make dinner for you.” I chuckled as I walked towards her.
“It is the duty of the servant to prepare the Master’s dinner.” She said humbly with her eyes downcast. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she looked at me.
“Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what’s cooking?” I asked with a smile. I looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruits and vegetables.
“Sweet Daughter of Athena, you can cook?” I exclaimed.
“I learned how in my homeland.” She blushed.

We carried all of the food into the dining room, where several couches were grouped around a table. Lying down on the couches on opposite sides of the table, Selene and I ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals I had ever eaten. Selene’s cooking was better than anyone else’ back home.
“Selene, this is absolutely delicious. By the way, you said that you learned how to cook in your homeland. Where exactly did you grow up?” I asked.
“I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland for so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural.” She said dreamily. Her smile slowly drooped, and my heart became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek. She sat up and shivered.
“But when I was ten years old, Gaelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery...” She said softly. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her slender frame.
“I became the servant of a warlord in Britannia, and he threatened to rape me if I didn’t do what he said. I had seen him and his warriors ravage and sodomize the women who refused to work for him. Several men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmares every night for the years I worked in servitude.” She said as she leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Then the Roman Legions came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was brought to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back.” She murmured.
“Did you do whatever that warlord demanded?” I couldn’t help but ask. Selene took her head off my shoulder and looked at me.
“Yes, and no man ever touched me.” She whispered as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“And as of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back.” I said as I kissed her on the forehead.

I stood in my bedroom, looking out the window. Candles illuminated the corners of the room.
‘It has been quite a day.’ I thought to myself as I saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.
“Master…” A soft voice cooed as I closed the shades. I looked over to the doorway and saw Selene, standing in a white nightgown. She had a very peaceful look on her face.
“Hey Selene.” I said.
“I know I already said this, but I just want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as kind to me as you have.” She said as she stepped into the room, standing in the middle between the door and I. I gave a warm smile.
“You don’t need to thank me.” I said.
“Master, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…” She said as she walked over to me. She put her hands of my shoulders and I looked into her eyes.
“Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. Master, I chose you.” She said as she pressed her soft lips against mine. We kissed for several moments as I wrapped my arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from my shoulder and placed it on her cheek. I chuckled as I looked into her eyes.
“This whole day, I’ve been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at first sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you.” I said as I kissed her.
“I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. The real reason why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I also knew that I never wanted to leave you.” She murmured.
She moved her hands to the collar of her nightgown and pulled it open. She released it, letting it fall down to her ankles, exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against me and kissed me.
“Today I told you that as my master, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my body belongs to you.” She whispered in my ear.
She lay down on the bed as I pulled off my shirt. I suspended myself over her as we kissed, with my fingertips exploring her beautiful body. I placed my hand on one of her warm breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as we kissed. I rolled the plump mound of flesh in my hand and pinched her nipple, causing her to shiver in ecstasy.
I moved my hand down, dragging my fingertips down her slim belly. She stopped kissing me once I reached her pubes.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No, just please be gentle.” She whispered. I smiled.
“Don’t worry baby, I would never do something to make you uncomfortable.” I said.
As we resumed kissing, I placed my index and middle finger on the lips of her pussy, causing her hum loudly and shiver. I began stroking the two soft wet lips, and Selene’s thighs automatically clamped around my hand, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around my neck, trying to pull me closer as our tongues wrapped around each other’s.
I placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Selene to jerk. With my index and ring finger rubbing the lips, I skimmed the hot wet interior with my middle finger, just barely pressing down. I slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Selene moaned.
I stopped kissing her and dragged my tongue up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. I wrapped my lips around the nipple, savoring the taste and feel. As I sucked on her tit, I moved my finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Selene was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.
After several minutes, I began to move down, kissing her naked body. I held my face just inches from her pussy, which was glistening from her arousal. I breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed my tongue against the soft lips, causing Selene to moan loudly. I pushed my finger and tongue up inside her cunt, savoring the sweet and bitter taste of her juices. Selene was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as I explored her insides with my tongue and middle finger.
Her virgin pussy was tight and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of my face. Her thighs clamped around my head tightly as she gave a loud high-pitched moan. Juices from her first orgasm flowed onto my hand and tongue.
“Arcadias, I’m ready.” She panted.
I nodded and stood up. I pulled off my pants and undergarments and climbed back onto the bed. Once again suspending myself over her, we gently kissed as I placed my hand on her cheek.
“Are you sure about this baby?” I asked.
“Yes, I offer myself to you; mind, body, and soul.” She whispered with her voice filled with emotion and arousal.
I gripped my manhood and guided it to the lips of her pussy. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in. With my cheek pressed against hers and my arms around her slender frame, I slowly continued. Selene panted heavily as the first three inches of my cock entered her.
“Don’t worry baby, it’s ok.” I murmured as she dug her fingernails into my back and buried her face in the side of my neck.
She moaned loudly as I pushed it in halfway. I could feel the head of my cock pressed against her hymen. One more push and it would rupture. She was breathing so hard that I almost thought she was crying.
“Selene, are you ok?” I asked.
“Oh my god, yes. It feels so good. Just please, be gentle.” She gasped.
“I will.” I said as I pushed my cock in another inch, deflowering the angel in my arms.
She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, and I stopped. Once she caught her breath, I pushed it in all the way, causing Selene to moan loudly. I pulled it out halfway, and pushed it in again, causing her to moan again. We began to move back and forth as my manhood would be driven deeper and deeper into her, and almost be pulled out, only to be pushed back in.
We kissed as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her pussy felt unbelievable on my rock hard cock, it was so hot, wet, and soft. But even better than the physical feeling, was the emotional feeling. Knowing that Selene and I were linked in every way possible brought me a form of bliss that I had never imagined could exist.
Selene moaned and dug her fingernails into my back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking my genitals with pussy juice. I put my arms under her back and sat on my heels, holding her up. Selene slowly bounced up and down on my cock as she kissed me and gripped my shoulders for dear life. She stopped kissing me and gained a very tender smile. I gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“I love you.” We both said at the same time before kissing.
Selene moaned and I grunted as we both had a simultaneous orgasm. We collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with our bodies coated in a thin film of sweat. I rolled onto my side and looked into Selene’s beautiful eyes. I moved over to her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her so close that I could feel her heart beating.
“I love you Arcadias.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you too Selene.” I murmured.

On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800’s, and archeologists were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.
By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were be able to create perfect casts of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two bodies, one on top of each other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.
A successful casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Selene were making love for the last time because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the Lovers Cast (as it is called) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.
Many people dismiss this dream of fairy tail love, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and pieces of art in the world, for it’s emotional value.

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-13 16:24:08
Luna is a little scaerd but loves the attention and to be petted. Selene is nervous but she just has to get used to people. But together they make great sisters!

anonymous readerReport

2010-11-23 18:56:36
A few anachronisms, nobody would have said Jeez in 79 ad, slavery was the norm in Roman times and slaves were used,worked, fucked and killed at the masters discretion, the poor bastards in Pompeii thought they were safe in their houses, so most were killed when the roof collapsed under the weight of 20 metres of pumice and ash and choked from loss of oxygen. It was the other town called Herculaneum that got the pyroclastic ash and lava that killed in a second. Dan Dare.


2010-11-20 06:19:56
See the benefits of learning Latin! Just one cavil: 'pants' weren't invented in those days.

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