Elfra was nearly unnoticed as the soldiers from a faraway place called Rome gathered the captured people for selection and shipment. Some were to be kept here on their island while the rest were to be sent off to the markets elsewhere. Most of the prisoners, survivors of retaliatory raids on villages for some offence or another, where in chains. But the lone five year-old girl was too small for any shackles at hand. The legionary who had found the child hidden under the body of her mother had simply ordered another prisoner to carry the girl on his back.
Now as nearly all of the people were inspected and sorted, Efra wondered if she should go home now. The problem was that home was nothing but charred ruins and her mother was gone. She had never seen her father since he went into the woods to fight the Romans. Perhaps she could find someone who would be kind enough to give her something to eat. For the first two days, she had been too frightened to eat, but now her belly was demanding some sustenance.
"Now what's this?"
Elfra turned at the voice, not understanding the Latin although she had already picked up a few words. The man was not dressed like the soldiers and he was quite fat. He peered at Elfra with keen interest. He pulled her dress up and probed her hairless cunny, parting the puffy labia to inspect further inside.
Elfra wondered why the Romans were so interested in what was between the legs of women and girls. Many times at night after she was captured, the Roman soldiers would take young women and girls and throw them to the ground, pushing their hard protrusions into them. Elfra seemed to remember her parents doing something similar but the light was always dim or non-existent in their hut. And her mother always liked it. Elfra thought the Romans were doing something wrong because none of the females they did it to liked it at all.
None of the soldiers had approached Elfra and the girl guessed it was because her modest slit was too small and she was glad of that. Now this man was looking in there.
"A virgin," Severus said to no one in particular as he dropped the girl's hem.
Despite her grubbiness, she was an attractive child and Severus thought of a friend of his back in Rome who might well pay a good price for her. Verres, his friend, had been appointed by Emperor Tiberius to the office of Master of the Imperial Pleasures. It essentially meant that Verres was tasked with stocking the emperor's villa on the isle of Capri with all manners of sexual playthings - both the freakish and beautiful. For the latter, that usually meant boys and girls in their teens - or even younger - to satisfy the old goat's decadent whims.
Severus had paid dearly in bribes to win the primary concession of slave trade from Britain. The place was good for damned little else besides slaves in his opinion. And transporting them was more expensive than Spain or Gaul or even the Asian places east of the Greek cities. It took time and many of them perished, but Rome had an insatiable need for slaves as its riches grew. For decades, it had even become fashionable for the very rich to have a slave for each mundane task such as folding a toga or fluffing the pillows on a favorite couch. Of course, this little girl before Verres would have much different duties if she panned out.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Mr Double's Palisade A MrDouble Production:
Changes last made on: Monday, November 16, 2015