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Saturnia
By Jennifer Campbell
1
Chapter 1
As Saturnia ran with the four foot length of log on her back, she thought about the slave girls she had seen who were not doing so well under the strain of their forced march to the east. As the warm summer suns bathed her tanned skin, Saturnia’s legs worked hard to maintain the pace which the handlers and soldiers wanted and sweat covered her naked, supple body. By any Ranexxian male’s standards, Saturnia appeared to be a strikingly beautiful slave girl with long silver hair running down her back and lovely green eyes which gave her the exotic look one might only find in imperial pleasure slaves. This would lead most casual observers to wonder why Saturnia was a legion hybrid, essentially a work slave used occasionally for pleasure, when she appeared to have the beauty to rise to a higher station.
Turning a wide bend in the dirt road, Saturnia breathed heavily, but despite the heavy length of log tied to her wrists and poised behind her head at the top of her back she felt good, alive to all her senses. She noticed a wagon up ahead at the side of road probably bearing supplies to the Emperor’s palace which was but a half a suns journey from this central point in the Empire. As she got close to the wagon, Saturnia’s eyes were drawn to a lovely blonde-haired slave girl looking proud and confident of her beauty. Oh, she must be on her way to the palace to be tested to become an Imperial. If only I could be so lucky as to serve only as a pleasure slave. But alas, this is but a foolish dream.
Saturnia was shocked when the blonde slave girl pointed at her and appeared to excitedly ask her handler something. There was too much noise with dozens of slave girls running along close to her, all carrying the same kind of log she did, for Saturnia to hear what the girl said but she could imagine what the girl’s question might well be. She’s probably asking her handler why such a lovely slave is a simple Legion hybrid, carrying a heavy log on her back.
Saturnia watched the dazzling blonde until the log made it impossible to see her anymore, but then she felt depressed and angry at her fate, which in no way could be ascribed to be her fault. A highly sexual and submissive slave girl in her initial training, Saturnia’s one fault had been revealed at her training school. She had tried to control it when she found out what a detriment it would be, but she could not and her fate was sealed as a Legion hybrid slave.
This was a new breed of slave girls on Ranexx owned for life by the Ranexxian army, and capable of executing the dual functions of daily hard work and the fulfilling the sexual needs of soldiers and handlers alike. It was a better role than a common work slave for the food and care was superior except for forced marches like these. In addition there was the possibility of attracting a high ranking officer and becoming his personal slave. Many of the slave girls eventually came to like the regimentation, intense sexual use, and the danger of military life. However Saturnia knew the next fortnight would be critical, as more than a few slave girls would never adjusted to the level of work required of them and they would be brutally culled from the herd.
As her tears dissipated, Saturnia thought about their destination and how she was literally crossing the Empire to her new life. Born and trained in a far western province, she had been assigned to the 5th Legion when her snug-fitting, red military collar was fitted to her neck. The seal of the 5th Legion on the collar meant Saturnia had 12,000 lusty new owners and she would labor on the Emperor Marcus Flavius’ pet project; the Eastern Wall. Right now she was part of a caravan of 500 slave girls all bound for the wall and assigned to different Legions. It had been decided that to assure only fit slave girls arrived in the east, each would be burdened with a shaped log to bear all the way to the wall.
Suddenly there was a commotion as a slave in front of Saturnia stumbled and fell. Instantly the araban-mounted soldiers were upon her, whipping her to her feet and watering her as they slapped her to alertness. Saturnia saw she was a thin brunette who looked dazed as she started jogging to the pace again. Saturnia knew she wasn’t going to last too much longer without assistance so she made a mental note of the girl’s face hoping she could find her again on the upcoming moons to share food with the struggling girl.
When the column resumed its jog, Saturnia felt the sting of Balon’s whip on her side. Saturnia knew Balon was simply announcing his presence not punishing her and since he was a benefactor she would hang on his every word and obey his every desire to get what he provided.
“When the moons are high you’ll be under me, Saturnia. When we finish I have a generous gift for you which might let you save even that one.” He pointed at the fading brunette and Saturnia looked at her handler and smiled as she always did.
“Yes, Master, this slave is always happy to please you and is thankful for your generosity. Will I be allowed to roam tonight, sir?”
Balon’s face looked tense. “Yes, but be careful. There are many who need what you offer but only some can be saved. Remember you cannot save them all, Saturnia.” With those words he spurred his araban and galloped off toward the front of the column slashing at an occasional female bottom as he rode. Saturnia smiled to herself as she thought about him. He is neither the best handler nor the worse I’ve had, but I must continue to please him so he continues to bring the food with which I can save as many of my sister slaves as I can. It is good that pleasing him is not unpleasant.
* * * *
The twin Ranexxian suns had gone down and the nine moons had risen when a staked Saturnia now waited for Balon. She was in the typical position slaves would be staked to the hard ground for sexual use with a short chain attached to her collar so her head could only be lifted inches off the grass. Bent forward on her knees with her ass high in the air, her ankles were also staked, widely spread, to the soil. In this position her sexual orifices were available to any soldier or handler, who wished to use her from his knees, but Saturnia was expecting a particular handler and she was not disappointed. Each slave could expect to be in this position one moons out of every four, and when she was there would be little rest for her.
Balon came up from directly behind her holding a canvas sack which he tossed on the ground beside her head. She knew what was in the sack, but the time would come later to be concerned with the sack’s contents. Right now she heard the rustling of Balon’s tunic and then felt his semi-erect manhood rub against her ass. As his cock became erect he ran it up and down her soaked slit teasing her and waiting for her usual complaint.
“Oh, Master Balon, please put it in. I want it so, please.” Saturnia was not postulating for him, even though she knew he loved her begging, she had a high sex drive as all Ranexxian females did, primarily because of their enlarged and highly sensitive clitoris. She groaned as he drove into her wet cunt, taking her as she had been taken most of her life.
“By the Four, Saturnia. I swear you could be Felicia, the keeper of pain, reborn. You take punishment like a legionary, and your passage is always so tight and good. Your silver hair even makes you look similar to the slave icon. You might serve the Emperor if not for your gushing.” Balon chuckled as he rutted in Saturnia, but she felt like his words could be true and they brought her to a melancholy mood.
“Thank you, Master, for your praise. May I ask if you think I could have been an imperial if not for my flows?” She had never asked this before of anyone, but between the blonde slave girl she had seen during the suns and now Balon’s comment, she simply had to know what he thought.
“You have the look, the body, the toughness they say an imperial has to have. I say you would be and I see the high class’s restrictions on gushing slave girls to be foolish. Are they afraid of a little wetness? Perhaps next they won’t come out when it rains.” Balon laughed at his own joke.
Saturnia was pleased with his answer, but she knew Balon’s humble opinion would not influence the prejudices of the Ranexxian upper class. Trying to put it out of her mind, she concentrated on how good he felt inside her and as she did her bulbous clit expanded even further and actually moved downward to allow his ravaging cock to stimulate it. There was no question now, it was simply a matter of friction and time for Saturnia’s orgasm was building. With her climax would come the bodily function she could not stop no matter what she tried.
I have tried to suppress it, but to no avail. First I thought if I resisted climax it would help, but I squirt more when it finally comes. Then I tried to hurry forward, hoping to climax before the juices came, but no, they still gushed out of me. There seems to be no way to stop it.
Frustrated but resigned to her nature, Saturnia closed her eyes and gave into the waves of delight coming from her stimulated clit. As Balon made a deep thrust, she felt her quivering start as his seed spurted inside her and she knew the flood was coming. Normally she had tried to warn Masters, so the might move away and not get soaked, but Balon was different as he delighted in watching her squirt not seeming to care if he got wet. This time, as the warm liquid squirted out of her, he actually took her clit bulb in his hand and rubbed it.
“Whhhha, Master, what are you doing.” Saturnia was squirting her sex juice and she felt like she couldn’t stop as long as he stimulated her.
“Just seeing how much will come out.”
“B . . . but, I can’t stop, please.” It was true. Staked down and helpless, Saturnia had become a squirting machine as Balon held her sexual center and rubbed it. She alternately quivered, shook, and felt her vaginal muscles spasm uncontrollably as she squirted wildly for several seconds. Finally when she felt a wave of fatigue pass through her body Balon let go and the flow slowly stopped.
“Magnificent, the Emperor doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Somehow Saturnia felt honored by Balon’s comment as she rested with her breasts pressed to the ground. Soon Balon released her collar chain and pulled up the ankle stakes.
Giving her a moment to recover, Balon moved to a supply wagon nearby and grabbed a course towel to dry his legs from Saturnia’s juices which had spilled there. He returned to her and began to dry her groin. “Would you have gone on squirting and climaxing if I had continued?”
Saturnia didn’t really know, but she imagined it would have to have ended sometime soon. There’s only so much fluid in my body. Then she became afraid. Would it be dangerous to be forced to squirt more? Might I die if all my juices flowed out of me?
“I do not know, Master. So far no Master has done as you did. Most are at a minimum annoyed if not disgusted with me.”
Balon stopped drying her cunt and actually helped her up before he pointed at the sack he had thrown on the grass beside her.
“There’s a quarter leg of Tarakk in there. I’m not sure those you will give it to deserve it, but I know you do. I’m going to stand here and watch you eat some so I know you ate and didn’t give it all away. So pull it out and eat your fill.” Balon’s voice was stern so Saturnia knew she had to obey.
By the light of the nine moons, Saturnia could see the handler’s face, small beady eyes and a crooked nose. Not a Master’s face she would be attracted to, but she knew she felt an affection for him because of what he was doing for her and her sister slaves. I don’t know where he gets the extra food, but I suspect he’d be in trouble if his fellow handlers or the soldiers knew he was feeding weak slaves with it.
Quickly she dismissed the thought from her mind for as a slave there would be nothing she could do for him if he did get in trouble. Getting to her knees, she opened the sack and gasped as she pulled out a preserved quarter leg of the mighty Tarakk beast. It was more good food than most slaves would even see and Balon was giving it to her. Her eyes got wet and she fought hard to stop the tears from coming.
“Thank you, Master Balon. Many a slave owes you her life.”
Balon seemed unimpressed by her thanks. “Eat, Saturnia, quickly; I want to see you chewing.”
He is serious about me eating some of this. Why is he so concerned about me all of a sudden? Picking up the finely marbled, reddish meat, she smelled of it and could tell it was fresh and it made her belly growl with hunger. Biting off a chunk like an animal would, she turned her face to him and made a show of chewing. Knowing he wanted to see her eat, she swallowed a tiny portion of the meat while keeping most hidden in the back of her mouth. However, he still stood watching her, so she was forced to do the act for a second time. The second time it was harder to resist swallowing all the juicy flavorful meat in her mouth, but she did it. Finally, he moved closer to her touching her face.
“Here, take this, it’s my family crest medal. If you are stopped by soldiers during your rounds show it to them and say you’ve been summoned to my tent to service me. You’ll probably have to give them whatever is left of the Tarakk leg, but the medal and the meat should be enough to placate them. Do not be up all moons feeding weak slaves, or you will be sorry, Saturnia. Please get some rest.” His eyes showed the sincerity of his last words and Saturnia wondered as he turned and left why he was so adamant, like he had been about her eating.
Awake and feeling alone now despite many of her sister slaves sleeping chained to the ground nearby, she was left free to crawl amongst her sisters dispensing what might be the difference between life and death for some. As she crawled amongst the chained bodies each covered with only one thin hide blanket, she was pleased to find the brunette she had seen stumble and fall earlier.
Waking the brunette, she put her finger to her lips to warn her to be silent. Then she brought her face down to the brunette’s and whispered. “What is your name?”
“Lisca, what do you want?” The girl seemed a little frightened.
Saturnia moved her lips to Lisca in what at first appeared to be a kiss, but she pushed the Tarakk meat in her mouth into Lisca’s. Lisca’s face looked amazed and she began to chew as Saturnia reached into the sack and tore of another piece of life. Saturnia handed the chunk of meat to Lisca and then moved off into the darkness like an angel of mercy on her appointed rounds. I know what he said, but they need this so much more than I. I can’t sleep, there are too many of them who need.
* * * *
By high suns Saturnia simply couldn’t believe the change in the terrain and she was angry with herself for not taking Balon seriously. The relatively flat forests, fields, and plains they had been running through gave way to a gradually steeper rise of the ground. Saturnia watched at least eight slaves collapse under the strain of the rising terrain and the soldiers were all busy painfully compelling movement from wasted and exhausted bodies. Having gotten but a quarter moon’s rest, Saturnia also labored to reach the high point she could see ahead of her. Unfortunately when she got there the awful truth was revealed as there was nothing but mountains for as far as her eyes could see.
As an unschooled slave, Saturnia knew nothing of the geography of the empire, but Balon had understood they were about to enter the rough Sharree Mountains which would take all of four suns to cross. He knew this was the anvil where many slaves would prove worthy or die, which was why he had insisted Saturnia eat the Tarakk and get some rest. As her eyes looked out over the many peaks which she and her sisters would have to climb, Saturnia came to an inescapable conclusion. Balon, he really does care about me. Not slaves in general, but me. Why didn’t I listen to him?
Suddenly Saturnia felt a whip sting her flank and she saw Balon mounted on his araban beside her. “Next time when I tell you to eat, slave, do it. Don’t hold the food in your mouth for another. Some of those you fed last moons will not see another, so be careful you don’t join them.”
Saturnia coughed on the dust raised as Balon’s araban sped away, but as the dust cleared she saw a wagon pull up in front of her. Two soldiers tossed a four foot length of log into the wagon which already held two other lengths, and Saturnia saw Lisca lying still on the ground. Remembering the meat she had pushed into the girl’s mouth under the moons, Saturnia turned her eyes away as one of the soldiers unsheathed his sword to end the girl’s troubles.
Felicia, don’t let it happen like that to me. I want to struggle and live till the end.
Chapter 2
Saturnia felt helpless to stop her sister slaves from dying as each suns the wagon held more logs taken from slaves who could no longer carry them. Saturnia understood those slaves were all dead, put out of their miserable existence by a soldier’s blade.
Finally she looked ahead after the four suns and saw the huge Cyclopean Sea spread out before her eyes. Noting it was all a gentle downhill slope from here, she remembered the legends she had heard from Master and slave alike about the never-ending ocean. Said to be inhabited only by fierce sea monsters, the ocean was considered impassable by the Empire so no one had ever crossed it.
When they reached the outskirts of the port city of Omnipontium, the soldiers turned the column of slaves left, to the north, for the final leg of the journey to the relatively small finger of land the wall was being built to stretch across. This Eastern Wall had been the concept of current Emperor Marcus Flavius’ father, but it was Marcus who was carrying it out to reality. For two generations now since their defeat in open battle the pink-eyed tribe the Ranexxians called barbarians had been raiding from and hiding in the vast northeastern forests and mountains. With great effort they had now been pushed back into a northeastern peninsula sticking out into the Cyclopean Sea. Trapped and held in the mountainous finger of land, the barbarians watched the legions build this wall which would seal them into their land prison forever.
The last moons before they arrived at the legion camp which might be Saturnia’s home forever, Balon summoned his favorite slave to his tent for her sexual services. After she had served him, Saturnia broke down crying before her handler as the stress of trying to save so many had gotten to her. Balon pulled her close and hugged her.
“You don’t understand, Saturnia, you did make a difference. The commanders are astounded at how few slaves have died. They just don’t know why it is which is quite laughable.”
The red-eyed Saturnia looked up at Balon. “Yet so many did die, I saw all the logs in the wagon.” She dissolved into more sobs.
Balon sighed, and touched her face. “You could not save them all, no slave or handler could. We must be happy for what we have accomplished.”
As Saturnia began to think about what Balon said she understood sometimes small victories are the most important. I did the best I could. It was all I could do.
Balon gave her an encouraging pat on the back. “The hardest time is over now. When the weaker bitches get into camp and get some regular stick-to-your-ribs Legion food in them they feel better. Then they start working every day and begin their duty in the Red House. Maybe it’s such duties which revive them, who knows? I only know I’m going to be at the Red House every day you serve, Saturnia.”
Saturnia didn’t understand what the Red House was, but she suspected it was sexual in nature where the legionaries used the slaves for their own pleasure. Contrary to some of her sisters, Saturnia was grateful for duties of a sexual nature as endless labor with little or no sex was her worst nightmare.
She spent only a brief time on the dirt road the next morning, lugging her constant companion, the log she had carried from the far west. When they entered the Legion camp there were soldiers and slaves everywhere, but Saturnia was quick to notice many of the slaves had a haunted, docile look in their eyes, like they no longer cared about anything. The camp was a motley combination of hastily constructed wooden building and tents with dirt streets running in parallel rows between lines of barracks or slave quarters.
The column stopped and a wagon passed along the line allowing all the slaves to be freed of the logs they had dutifully carried for eleven days of the grueling journey. Saturnia was not sorry to see the soldiers toss her heavy burden into the wagon, but it brought back memories of the girls she had not saved.
Twenty girls in front of Saturnia were counted out and taken aside into a tent. Suddenly Balon appeared next to her on his araban and he spoke quietly to Saturnia. “Move back slowly, Saturnia, behind some of the other girls. I want you to be in the third work gang, because it’s where I am assigned.”
Saturnia was impressed with his efforts to keep her with him and she saw no reason to not do as he instructed. He is a good handler, better than most, so why take the chance on drawing a bad one. At least he looks out for me. Slowly, she eased back and got behind one, two, then three, and finally four more girls. A quick glance told her she was easily more than twenty girls from the front of the ill-formed line so she felt like she had done as Balon requested.
However soon a tall bearded soldier possessing a strange glint in his eye stepped forward suddenly and Saturnia could tell from what she knew of Legion ranks he was a centurion. “Step aside, soldier, I’m under orders from Captain Titus to choose a special inside work gang. I’ll select from the best you have here.”
The tall man held out a scroll to the legionary, who had been counting out groups of twenty, but the young soldier didn’t even bother to look at the orders as he was not going to question a centurion. Saturnia got the impression this centurion was not to be trifled with by soldiers, never mind lowly slaves. As the centurion began to make his selections, Saturnia realized he was not simply counting out girls. He was hand picking and skipping those he decided against and this meant he would move far deeper into the line of over four hundred slaves than she had expected. Quickly she looked at Balon and a shrug of his shoulders told her he was powerless to do anything. She slipped behind two more girls and stood behind a taller slave, hoping to obscure herself.
However it all was for naught as the centurion took one glance at her nubile, fit body and chose her. As she was taken away, Saturnia saw the glum look on Balon’s face, but there was nothing either of them could do to change what had happened. Fate had separated them and she had to accept it. Eventually the centurion moved perhaps halfway through the line before he had his twenty slaves and Saturnia wondered what an inside work gang was and why it was so select.
As Saturnia looked around her new work gang, she saw there was a theme to the centurion’s selections as all the members were strong-looking, athletic, extremely fit slave girls. Is the work on this group so hard he has to choose the fittest to survive?
When the group was complete they were led away in a single file and Saturnia took several looks back staring at Balon. Will I ever see him again? There was every possibility she would not, as connections and friendships in a slave’s life were constantly changing at the whim of her Masters. As they walked she looked over her new sister slaves hoping to recognize one of them, but she did not. Then she realized she wouldn’t because during their journey she had paid attention to the weakest ones, not those who were like her, the cream of the herd.
There was the crack of a whip and the last girl in the line screamed. It was followed by nineteen more cracks as a handler went up the file and laid one hard stroke on the bottom of each slave.
“Your introduction, slaves, to my elite group of working bitches. I am Centurion Senaca, of the 2nd Cohort of the 5th Legion. You are all now the property of the 5th, specifically Captain Titus who commands the 2nd Cohort and is my immediate superior. You have been chosen because you are fit for the hardest, most dangerous duty the Eastern Wall can provide. Working inside the wall, you and my soldiers will be under the constant threat of attack by the enemy, and your only hope to avoid death or capture if we are attacked is to stand and fight as best you can with my men. If we die, there is little hope for you to survive as the pink eyes practice savage rituals of human sacrifice on captured slaves.”