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RainbowSky · 04-12-2023, 02:57 AM

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Once the auction stopped, the platform I was on stopped spinning. I could hear a murmur of voices in the other room as the other items were auctioned off. My heart felt a sharp pang. My things. My belongings. That was what was being sold at auction. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I blinked twice to force them back. There was no use crying over something I couldn’t change.
A short while later, a quaestor began gathering up the slaves for auction. I was the last person in the auction to be sold. Our chains were attached together and we were led like dogs towards the auction room.

As the auction of the slaves began, each slave was untied and guided towards a raised platform. Those that were dressed, were stripped naked so that the gathered potential buyers could see any defects for themselves. I wrapped my himation tighter around me. I could just about hear the voices from the other quaestors and the buyers. Most of my fellow slaves were being sold for around 1000 to 2000 sesterces.

It was a long, agonising wait as I inched closer and closer to the front of the queue of slaves. Finally, I was at the front and I could see the slave before me being bared naked for all to see. Within a matter of minutes, he was sold and escorted off the platform to a quaestor, who took the payment from the buyer, asked a quick question in Latin, before handing over the slave (still cuffed) and a small key.

“Our final slave for today is of Greek origin,” I heard a quaestor say. I felt a shove as I was pushed forwards. I stepped up onto the platform. I squinted in the sunlight but could see the open air room was almost full. “A very skilled woman. Let’s start at 2000 sesterces.”

It was a whirlwind as voice after voice yelled out numbers in Latin. It was going to fast, I couldn’t actually keep count. There was silence for a moment. “Our final bid so far is 7500 sesterces. Is that all?” There was more silence. “Then sold for inspection, otherwise we will resume bidding if the inspection does not suit the buyer.” I was confused by this but led down the stairs.
I came face to face with the mother from earlier. “Strip,” she demanded. I quickly removed my chiton and himation. I realised my privacy was being respected. I suspected Septimus had something to do with this. She wandered around, checking my skin for blemishes and marks. When she was satisfied, she handed over the money. “Put them back on,” she added. I quickly did. The quaestor then removed my shackles and allowed me to follow my new mistress out the room.

She met the rest of her family at the edge of the building. The little girl was playing with a wooden doll on the floor and the boys were leaning against the wall, looking down at their sister with contempt. “Come along,” the mother demanded. The child scrambled up from the floor and the twins began to follow. I hesitated for a moment but trailed some distance behind them, following their brisk walk through the square.

I recognised the section of the town we were walking in. It was an area where important public ministers or important members of the Roman army lived. The villas here were at least two stories high, often three or four. We kept walking and the villas got larger and larger as we did so, until we eventually stopped in front of a three-floor villa.

The villa was surrounded by a stone wall with a large iron gate in the middle. As the mother approached, two slaves opened the door and she bustled everyone inside. I gasped. The gates opened onto a large open courtyard. The floor had a mosaic pattern on it that depicted colourful swirls. There was a large water feature in the middle. There were also several raised floor beds, filled with flowers of all colours and many also had vegetable growing in them. The villa itself was set a distance back from the gates, forcing everyone who visited to walk through the majestic courtyard to the shade provided by the pillars and roof in front of the door. The villa itself was a H shape, with the legs of the H on the left- and right-hand sides of the courtyard. In the courtyard there were many slaves wandering about gardening and harvesting the food. Others were hurriedly moving from one place to the other. There were 4 citrus trees near the front door, two lemon and two oranges.

I hurriedly followed the family through the front door. “Fetch Alexander,” she said to a slave as she handed her stolla to them. They nodded and scurried away. She turned her eyes on me in disapproval. “Wait there,” she demanded before wandering off. The other members of the family also departed and I shivered in fear as to what was about to happen when I met Alexander.

A/N: Roman dictionary below

Quaestor: roman public official in charge of the selling of slaves (among other jobs)

Sesterce: 4 sesterce made up a denarii (most commonly used money in Rome). This means Eleni cost 1875 denarii, which is equivalent to $81562.50 in today’s money.

04-12-2023, 02:57 AM	#11
RainbowSky Distinguished Member Join Date: Dec 2015 Location: UK Posts: 585 Blog Entries: 102	Four Four Once the auction stopped, the platform I was on stopped spinning. I could hear a murmur of voices in the other room as the other items were auctioned off. My heart felt a sharp pang. My things. My belongings. That was what was being sold at auction. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I blinked twice to force them back. There was no use crying over something I couldn’t change. A short while later, a quaestor began gathering up the slaves for auction. I was the last person in the auction to be sold. Our chains were attached together and we were led like dogs towards the auction room. As the auction of the slaves began, each slave was untied and guided towards a raised platform. Those that were dressed, were stripped naked so that the gathered potential buyers could see any defects for themselves. I wrapped my himation tighter around me. I could just about hear the voices from the other quaestors and the buyers. Most of my fellow slaves were being sold for around 1000 to 2000 sesterces. It was a long, agonising wait as I inched closer and closer to the front of the queue of slaves. Finally, I was at the front and I could see the slave before me being bared naked for all to see. Within a matter of minutes, he was sold and escorted off the platform to a quaestor, who took the payment from the buyer, asked a quick question in Latin, before handing over the slave (still cuffed) and a small key. “Our final slave for today is of Greek origin,” I heard a quaestor say. I felt a shove as I was pushed forwards. I stepped up onto the platform. I squinted in the sunlight but could see the open air room was almost full. “A very skilled woman. Let’s start at 2000 sesterces.” It was a whirlwind as voice after voice yelled out numbers in Latin. It was going to fast, I couldn’t actually keep count. There was silence for a moment. “Our final bid so far is 7500 sesterces. Is that all?” There was more silence. “Then sold for inspection, otherwise we will resume bidding if the inspection does not suit the buyer.” I was confused by this but led down the stairs. I came face to face with the mother from earlier. “Strip,” she demanded. I quickly removed my chiton and himation. I realised my privacy was being respected. I suspected Septimus had something to do with this. She wandered around, checking my skin for blemishes and marks. When she was satisfied, she handed over the money. “Put them back on,” she added. I quickly did. The quaestor then removed my shackles and allowed me to follow my new mistress out the room. She met the rest of her family at the edge of the building. The little girl was playing with a wooden doll on the floor and the boys were leaning against the wall, looking down at their sister with contempt. “Come along,” the mother demanded. The child scrambled up from the floor and the twins began to follow. I hesitated for a moment but trailed some distance behind them, following their brisk walk through the square. I recognised the section of the town we were walking in. It was an area where important public ministers or important members of the Roman army lived. The villas here were at least two stories high, often three or four. We kept walking and the villas got larger and larger as we did so, until we eventually stopped in front of a three-floor villa. The villa was surrounded by a stone wall with a large iron gate in the middle. As the mother approached, two slaves opened the door and she bustled everyone inside. I gasped. The gates opened onto a large open courtyard. The floor had a mosaic pattern on it that depicted colourful swirls. There was a large water feature in the middle. There were also several raised floor beds, filled with flowers of all colours and many also had vegetable growing in them. The villa itself was set a distance back from the gates, forcing everyone who visited to walk through the majestic courtyard to the shade provided by the pillars and roof in front of the door. The villa itself was a H shape, with the legs of the H on the left- and right-hand sides of the courtyard. In the courtyard there were many slaves wandering about gardening and harvesting the food. Others were hurriedly moving from one place to the other. There were 4 citrus trees near the front door, two lemon and two oranges. I hurriedly followed the family through the front door. “Fetch Alexander,” she said to a slave as she handed her stolla to them. They nodded and scurried away. She turned her eyes on me in disapproval. “Wait there,” she demanded before wandering off. The other members of the family also departed and I shivered in fear as to what was about to happen when I met Alexander. A/N: Roman dictionary below Quaestor: roman public official in charge of the selling of slaves (among other jobs) Sesterce: 4 sesterce made up a denarii (most commonly used money in Rome). This means Eleni cost 1875 denarii, which is equivalent to $81562.50 in today’s money. __________________ 27/F/UK Likes, limits, curiosities, kinks Toys, costumes and latex wear AMA Read my stories Holly's Fantasy - completed Sailor Fucktoy - completed The Roman Slave Girl Contact me email: [email protected]