The Centurion and the Barbarian [Inkidu & Watari]
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				Title: <strong>The Centurion and the Barbarian [Inkidu &amp; Watari]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:35:24</strong>
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				Marcus Veritas stood holding a nicely crafted leather leash. On the other end was a barbarian woman from Brazil in a Roman toga, a collar around her neck. "Veritas!" An old but powerful voice cried formally. It was Cesar Octavius the Great Warrior. The eighty-year-old man was the genius behind the recent Roman victories. China was buckling, the Cubans were helpless, and the United States had given up ground in Florida. "I present to you in recognition for your services to the Empire. To the Republic. This barbarian woman of Brazil."<br><br>Marcus clasped forearms with his liege after he bowed with&nbsp; fist over his heart. "And may I ad in a less formal tone, you wouldn't be getting her if I were younger." The gather spectators laughed. They were all formally dressed in togas. Marcus himself wore military dress whites with a red half cape and a breastplate and helmet (not worn at the moment) of traditional legion garb. "God damned good work, centurion. You deserve her. <br><br>Marcus excused himself from the party and no one blamed him as long as he held the leash. He was driven home in a sleek black limo to his new apartment. He let her go in the door and slumped over tiredly. His wounds pained him. He bore the brunt of many a campaign despite being only twenty-four. He was handsome. Short black hair. Light-blue eyes. A strong, powerful body, one that bore his scars. His face was strong if a tad worn. His eyes narrow. <br><br>He took off his armor and put it away to be hung later. He stripped from his whites and hung them up for later as well. He stood appraising the woman for a moment. "Go on, barbarian, just don't make a mess." He said his voice was deep and powerful but gravely like he'd been wounded in the throat. <br><br>Marcus sat on the couch running his hands through his hair. He hadn't really wanted her but to refuse a gift from Cesar was tantamount to suicide. Plus he liked the man. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Centurion and the Barbarian [Inkidu &amp; Watari]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 22:51:29</strong>
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				Serena shifted uncomfortably as the leash around her neck was pulled upon. She did not much appreciate being forced to don a toga and be paraded around like a prized animal. But it seemed that her position had become so. From the bits of conversation she'd been able to understand, it seemed that she was to be given to one of the Generals in the army as a trophy. She gritted her teeth at this thought, but allowed herself to be led into the main hall. <br><br>Many men were gathered here, most in their ceremonial garb. They leered at her as she was brought in, admiring her tall &amp; toned bronze body as it was put on display. Serena once again cursed her luck, for being put in this position. When the Romans had attacked her tribe, less than a month ago, she was one of the first of the Warriors to defend her land. But the attack had come as too much of a surprise, and they didn't have enough time to group themselves. <br><br>It was clear that the battle was lost, even before it began. Even so, Serena had managed to kill several men before she was captured. From there, they had shipped her off to be sold in Rome. The Captain of the ship had taken fancy to her, and knew that her good looks would fetch him a better price from the Emperor rather than in just the markets. Thus, she had been carted up to Octavius himself, who paid a hefty price for her. She had then been taken to the baths, and cleaned up. <br><br>Now she stood in the Hall, with her leash in the hands of her new master. She recognized his name, Veritas, and knew of his conquests in battle. She wondered what he would be like off the battlefield. The man spoke not a word to her as he led her out, and into a limo. The entire ride to his house was silent as well. Serena was starting to wonder if he even wanted her at all. <br><br>As they went inside, Veritas took off his armor, and simply dismissed her. Serena stared around in confusion. What was she to do now?
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 02:17:06</strong>
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				Marcus had heard of the exotic women of Brazil. The bronze barbarian women. He had heard that the third-world nations fell easily and that they are really a staging ground to hit the Republic of Mexico. Marcus himself wasn't apart of those campaigns he fought in Hokkaido against the Japanese and in Florida against the Americans.<br>It was simple Roman fashion to call any non-Roman a barbarian. He looked at her. "Is there something you want, no-name?" he said with wry humor.<br><br>It was easy to tell in his underclothes that Veritas had led his hundred men into battle personally. Long white knots of scars covered his legs and arms, like grim tattoos. His chest and back were no exception. It was hard for him to admit but his days in the military were done, and that she was his gold watch. <br>That made it hard to look at the soft, beautiful woman standing in his home. <br><br>"Am I ugly to you." He gestured to his face, though it had taken less of a beating. There were only a few scars of small size their and it was easy to tell he was a handsome young man with an old one's battles. He held his leg for it pained him, but he didn't let it show. "Most women think I am." <br><br>He stood gingerly. Oh she was pretty. Bronze skin, and curves. He, was simply too melancholy to really enjoy her. "I'm only twenty-five?" He gave his body to Rome. "I'm going to bed." He said. If any of his words sounded bitter they weren't towards her. He only felt profound sadness. "You may share it with me." The idea of a warm body to sooth his pains was appealing. <br><br>It had been a foolish romantic notion of a young man that he was going to serve Rome like he had been for forty years. He ground himself up like meat and paid for it. "I guess I can always go fight in the Coliseum..." He mused to himself as he slid underneath the covers of the bed. <br><br>"I'll deal with you tomorrow." He told her not particularly caring where she was but wishing she were closer.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 20:04:01</strong>
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				<em>"Is there something you want, no-name?</em><br><br>Serena shook her head. There were many thing she wanted. She wanted to back in her homeland, among her people. She wanted to be treated as the warrior that she was--not as an exotic slave. She wanted clothes that actually covered her body, instead of putting it up on display. She wanted a bed to sleep in, and she wanted to feel comfortable again. But there was no way that he would be able to provide any of these things for her. It was simply easier to try and adjust to her position. <br><br><em>"Am I ugly to you."</em> he asks.<br><br>She is surprised by this question. Did her opinion matter to him? Besides, she did not think him to be ugly. His battle scars would be treated as a sign of honor and bravery in her tribe. If he had been one of her people, she would in fact be proud to service him. For she would be lucky enough to pleasure a man of greatness. However, the Romans were little more than barbarians. And she had little doubt that his scars were a result of wiping out yet another society. He may not be ugly on the outside, but on the inside--it was a whole other matter. <br><br>As he made ready for bed, and invited her to share it with him, Serena knew she ought to refuse. But she had not slept in a real bed for so many days, and her body was aching for the softness of a blanket. Besides, she would be taken by him sooner of later, she might as well make herself comfortable. She sighed, and slipped under the covers with him, her body pressed up against the curve of his. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 01:08:14</strong>
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				Veritas was in no mood to take his slave tonight. He wanted simply to sleep. He found her shape very pleasing though and quickly fell into a slumber. He dreamed of some of the more noble portions of his career which was a good sign because he normally had nightmares. He woke in the morning and rolled over stiffly. Throwing the sheets halfheartedly from his body he limped to the bathroom and began taking a shower. <br><br>He had completely forgotten about the new dark-skinned slave in his bed. Though the added warmth made him incredibly friendly this morning. Hot water washed over his face as the thousands of little droplets bombarded him. He stretched and groaned. Not as stiff as he usually was. It was shameful. A man in his prime who gave everything to his country and got... a barbarian woman for his years of service. <br><br>Oh she was pretty and a suitable gift. She had foreign curves with a certain appeal. He supposed he was just cynical. The soldier is always left out to dry. Stepping from the shower he dressed in more casual attire than the night before. Slacks and a sweater. His hair was still damp and his eyes fell on the sleeping line of curves. He sighed and went downstairs. He didn't want to wake her.
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 01:31:25</strong>
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				Serena was surprised but thankful when the man--Veritas, didn't automatically try to claim her. She knew it would come to be eventually, but she was in no hurry for it to happen. Sleep was quick upon her, and she dreamed, as she usually did, of the day she was captured. Thus, as she awoke, she felt groggy, scared, frustrated and angry. It was a good thing that Veritas was not in the bed with her, for she might have reacted violently. Once her head cleared of sleep, she started to wonder where he had gone, and what she was expected to do. <br><br>She slipped out of the bed, and started to explore her surroundings. She was that there was an attached bath, which was still wet. Clearly Veritas had just taken a shower. She longed to take one as well, but wasn't sure if she was allowed to. She then walked out of the room, and down the stairs. Her stomach was starting to grumble from hunger. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten--or even what it was. <br>&nbsp;<br>As she came down the stairs, she saw him, sitting in a chair in the main hall. She approached cautiously, unsure of how he would react to her presence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 03:40:49</strong>
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				"Hello, No-Name." Marcus said as he saw her enter. "Feel free to take a shower and eat. I won't stop you." He had a cup of coffee and a newspaper. It was written in Latin even though the numerals weren't Roman. They had abandoned that one years ago. It was too complex to do algebra and more advanced maths in. He flipped the page over. He wasn't very hungry himself. That and he didn't know how to cook really. He sat with his injured leg up on the coffee table. Sighing he continued to read. She was pretty. "Oh and you came with clothes by the way. Just take a look in the back of my closet. I had them put them there."<br><br>Veritas was having a hard time getting used to retirement. Maybe he should look up a nice Roman girl or something. He didn't know. That might prove problematic. Marcus saw the Brazilian barbarian. She was gorgeous. Dark eyes, everything was dark, inviting, warming, exotic. Other words. He knew the most obvious thing to do with her, but it was another matter entirely for him to actually do it. One, he appreciated the slave, it was a nice gift. Still, even a barbarian was human. <br><br>Oh it was difficult. "What were you trained for?" He asked. It was obvious to see she had been processed. No slave went to Cesar's hands being wild, and he certainly would hand one over to a friend like that. It was impolite. 
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 17:06:22</strong>
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				Serena winced at being called 'No-name' but kept her silence. She found the clothes that he had indicated to in the back of the closet. She saw that they were all togas. She was schooled enough in the history of the Romans to know that while the toga was a symbol of respect for the men, on a woman, it was the mark of a prostitute or a disgraced woman. <em><em>I suppose I should have expected any better.</em></em> she thought to herself. Besides, some clothes were better than going bare all the time. She wrapped the toga around herself and replaced the rest of the clothing. She would have to use them sparingly. <br><br>She went back into the living room, unsure of what to do with herself. She had been taught not to speak out of turn, and despite being a proud warrior her whole life--the last few months had bent and broken her stubbornness. She was about to retreat back up the stairs--perhaps to take a shower, when Veritas spoke, <em>"What were you trained for?"</em><br><br>Serena bowed her head, "I am trained in all the ways to please a man my lord. Sexually, physically and mentally. I live to serve your needs" she droned out. This message had been all but hammered into her head, and she was not likely to forget it soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 03:38:25</strong>
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				"You know I call you No-Name because you don't seem to care to share yours?" He remarked raising an eyebrow at her bland tone. Marcus had heard stories of the Brazilian guerrillas and their hit and run tactics that frustrated typical legion commanders. He himself had been not only a grunt but a specialist. He lead strike teams in Japan. He'd seen the technology and software those bastards used. It was scary. They were always well-funded and proud very Roman. He liked them. <br>Oh but those days were over. He rubbed his stiff muscles.<br><br>"If you know how to give neck rubs I would really appreciate one." She had more stuff, but he had forgotten it was in a chest of drawers in the corner. She had certain attire as a slave. Mostly robes, Japanese kimonos, and other things, but she had a full compliment of standard female undergarments. "Oh I also have to fill out your change of registration." Veritas added mildly. <br>Slavery was common practice in Rome but it was tightly controlled. A form for a slave contained several fields. <br>Name, age, weight, height. All the standard things, but also owner, and her numbers for clothes making and auctioning purposes. "If you could fill out what I haven't that would also be nice."<br><br>Veritas had never owned a slave. So the idea of just jumping on her or ordering her to do something wasn't second nature. He wasn't polite but it was easy to tell he was just that way to everyone.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 21:26:09</strong>
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				"My name is Serena" she said, her voice cracking slightly. It was then that she realized that she hadn't spoken aloud in many days, and her own voice sounded foreign to her ears. She winced, as her hand went to her throat. <br><br>As he asked for a neck rub, Serena nodded, and took her place behind Veritas. She placed her small, soft hands on his neck, and started to knead lightly. She used her thumbs to press into his neck muscles. "Does that feel better master?" she asked, in a small voice. <br><br>"And I will fill out whatever forms you need from me, but I cannot write in your language." she said, slightly embarrassed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 04:13:02</strong>
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				"Really?" He asked. Though it was true most slaves didn't bother to right, Roman letters were more or less the basis for every language in the western hemisphere. It had to do with the dark ages and the time when people thought Rome would fall. They didn't obviously, and it wasn't until recently that the great legions of her heartland were making a military comeback. They looted her cities back in antiquity taking her culture as well. Still, "I'll do it later then... but I'm setting you up with a tutor." So much could have happened differently in history. Britainnia (they call it England) might not be confined to its little island. Who knows what would have happened differently with America. It was too much for him to think about and left more up to those who liked to write alternate-historical fiction. <br><br>He enjoyed her rub. Serena was a pretty name but he would have to come up with something more Roman to call her. Artemis? No that was Greek, Dianna! That was it. He liked that name. "I'm going to call you Dianna... at least in public, all right?" He didn't really have the kind of fire in him to be a domineering man. He wasn't going to put her in stocks in humiliate her on a daily basis. He was a soldier not a sadist. <br><br>Ex-soldier. He reminded himself bitterly. "You're voice doesn't sound good, and my neck is feeling better. Go get yourself a cup of coffee, or tea or something." He ordered her. He found he kind of liked her manner. It was charming.
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 18:12:30</strong>
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				Serena continued to massage his shoulders as he spoke. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of a tutor. She didn't exactly want to be treated like a small child who did not know how to read and write. She was an intelligent woman, and wanted to be treated as one. The only reason she did not know how to write in Roman letters was that her village had been part of the resistance since before she was born. They refused to teach their people the Roman letters. Instead, they had spent countless years digging through old records until they could learn their own Brazilian language. <br><br>She also did not like the idea of having a new name. Dianna? That sounded so weak and feminine. How could it possibly suit a warrior like her? Serena sighed, but said nothing. She would need to learn to squash her warrior spirit if she was to survive here. <br><br>At his order, she retreated to the kitchen, and set the kettle on the stove, "Would you care for some tea as well, my lord?" she asked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 20:59:25</strong>
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				Veritas, groaned slightly his muscles still a little stiff. "No thank you, Serena." He answered. He didn't particularly care for tea but his doctor prescribed it to ease his pains and aches. It was hard to get an idea of her. He had liked the name Dianna, Roman goddess of the hunt. Though most of Roman society was Christian, there had been prevailing spats of Atheism lately. Though, Rome had religious tolerance for years. <br><br>"Do you have everything that you need?" He asked. He was concerned for he'd never owned a slave before. All he knew was that she had to be registered. He busied himself finishing up the paperwork. "I would ask you these but some of them... are rather... intimate measurements." It had spaces for her bust size and all that. It was a cultural thing. Marcus didn't even know if he could sell them. "Do you know Aramaic numerals?" Everyone knew those. Veritas was glad they had left Roman numerals in the past. Could you imagine a carrying or algebra? Plus no decimal. <br><br>She could fill out the numbered portions.
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 14:18:05</strong>
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				Serena watched the water come up to a boil, and added in the tea powder once that was done. She glanced back at the man sitting in the chair, who was now her master. She had been surprised at the civil tone with which he continued to speak to her. From the stories she had heard about the great soldier, Veritas, she had expected him to be more commanding. But then again, it was more than likely that the Romans just exaggerated the deeds of their men. <em>Yes</em> she thought savagely, <em>That must be it</em>.<br><br>She poured the tea into a cup, and added some honey to soothe her throat. At his question, she said, "Yes, I know the numerals. But what are these measurements you speak of? Our tribe never measured our women."<br><br>She kept her voice monotone, but the veiled insult was clear. She did not much appreciate being measured and cataloged as if she was some animal. She took a sip of her tea, and sighed in slight pleasure. <em>At least the tea is good.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 02:38:18</strong>
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				Veritas was a soldier, and he knew of veiled insults and threats. He didn't miss it. "Fine, it's just a formality the market is always looking for slaves to pass around to the gladiators and from what I hear the career one's aren't too nice." Most gladiators were still pulled from prisons, or prisoners of war. Men and sometimes women who haven't had pleasure of most kinds in years. It was a bluff completely. He was good at it though. Too many off duty card games. No man would give a slave gifted from Cesar himself over to the pit-dogs. "Besides a nation who doesn't pride its women probably has cows for bed-mates." He added thinking of a fresher insult. <br><br>Marcus thought command was overrated you sent men you loved and bled with over the hill to die and you knew, by God you damn well knew they would do it for you. He wasn't an overly pushy type but he found a strange arousal from the tanned woman when they traded insults. If she kept it up he would have to show her some Roman... commanding. He sipped his drink. He was good at eyeballing it anyways. <br><br>"Breasts... tiny." He pantomimed a check on the form.<br>"Waist... bovine."<br>"Hips... boyish."<br>"Legs..." He prepared to make another check. The wolfish gleam in his eyes the only hint that he was actually making a perverse attempt at flirtation with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 19:43:12</strong>
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				His words made the angry creature in her chest roar in indignation. The creature demanded that Serena make him pay for the way he was speaking to her, but Serena kept her cool. It would do her no good to fight against this man. She did not doubt that she could defeat him when she was at her full strength. But she had barely slept in over a week, and had eaten the most meager of meals. Right now, he had a large advantage over her and he probably knew it too. Serena kept silent as she heard him describe her body in such an exaggerated way, continuing to sip at her tea. <br><br>Once he was finished, she placed her cup into the sink, and turned to face him. "Are you done <em>master?</em>" she said with extra emphasis on the word, so he would know that she was being sarcastic. "I would like to take a bath now."<br><br>She did not wait for him to respond, but went up the stairs again, and into the bathroom. She unclipped the dress that she had on, while turning the pumps, testing the water. She found that one had cold water coming out of it, and one had hot water. She was impressed with this, since this was something that wasn't common where she was from. She let the basin become filled with the hot water, and then upended the whole basin over herself, sighing in pleasure as she felt the water run down her body.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 00:28:02</strong>
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				At first Veritas was a bit upset that his flirtations had failed, maybe she was slow? Who knew with these barbarians. He would probably have to be more overt. Subtlety was not something found readily outside of the empire. He waited a while and followed her. Opening the bathroom door noiselessly with the prowess of a Roman commando he slipped into the steamy room. It had already begun to fog heavily. <br><br>He approached the side of the tub silently and gently grabbed a handful of her long, dark locks. It wasn't a rough action and he quickly began to kiss her neck and jawline. "You southern barbarians are dense it seems..." He said in a heavy voice his hands sliding down her wet curves. "Maybe you're just sheltered?" He observed to no one in particular. It didn't really matter. He kissed her in hot deliberate ways. <br><br>Marcus knew it would be an easy thing to take her and if he were a professional slave owner he might just but he prided himself on being a very able lover and though he was unfamiliar with the ways of these exotic barbarian women... well he was a fast learner. 
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