Bathtime

Naked, Titus strode into the bath chamber of his tent, seeing that slaves were finishing preparations. The bath steamed luxuriantly, the waters carried from a nearby hot spring, and the air was full of clean herbal fragrances.

Beside the bath knelt the three Celtic women, all naked and all washed clean of grime, but all looking entirely cowed. A short distance from his bath Agrona was bound to a stake, her hands tied behind it and a leather strap about her throat. She still wore her clothes and her face was still smeared with dust. She stared at him with undiluted hatred, which only seemed to deepen as he smiled at her.

Titus stood before the three kneeling women, looking down at their naked bodies. They were very fine, he thought as his cock gave a small twitch to remind him that he had not had a woman in a month. All of them were looking down in submission, in marked contrast to the fierce defiance of their queen.

"You there, sister of this rebel bitch, look up at me!" The woman slowly raised her head, her eyes wide with apprehension. "What is your name?"

"Deirdre, my Lord Legate." Her voice was soft and timid, with a faint tremor of fear in it. She was pretty, with angular features and a face framed by a mane of red hair. Her skin was soft and pale, and her breasts were round orbs still firm with youth and tipped with large areolas and pert pink nipples. Her limbs were clean and smooth, and a pretty muff of red hair peeked from between her thighs.

"How old are you Deirdre?"

"Twenty my Lord Legate." Titus noted that her eyes were fixed on his flaccid cock which was at her eye level, and gave a little smile of satisfaction.

"Had you a husband?"

"I was betrothed my Lord Legate. But I know not what became of him. Perhaps he was slain in battle."

"Or simply ran for his life like a beaten cur," Titus said watching a flicker of dismay cross the woman's face, before moving on to stand before the twin girls.

They had the same thick red hair as Deirdre and Agrona, but they were more slender and willowy. Their breasts looked no bigger than halved peaches on their chests, each tipped with a tiny pink nipple. Titus stood before them, drinking in the sight of their nubile youth.

"What are your names, wenches?"

"Regan, my Lord Legate," answered one, quickly followed by the other. "Isolde my Lord Legate." Regan seemed to be slightly bolder than her sister, daring to look up and meet his gaze, although with no sign of hatred or defiance. Her eyes flickered to his cock, and back to his face, her lower lip bitten between her teeth.

"Very well, tonight you are honoured to be chosen to attend me in my bath. Perform well and you may benefit. Perform poorly and you may join the fate of the other women you were bound with. Even now they are enjoying the tender romances of my soldiers." He laughed and saw all three women shudder.

"Watch closely, Agrona. Perhaps you will learn how to be a loyal servant of the Imperium," he said with a cynical leer as he stepped into his bath and sat, gesturing for the three young women to begin.