Abelia, confused by Augustus’ behaviour
Abelia, confused by Augustus’ behaviour, picked at the food on her plate. One minute he acted like an attentive lover and the next an unwelcome lecher. However, he taunted Ascanius throughout the meal, and suggested the young man spend some cash on one of the barmaids. She understood Augustus wanting to any rivals away from her, but doubted if perceived Ascanius as one.
Instinct told Abelia that deep within Augustus’, a kind and loving soul fought with his demons. She knew he loved her in his own bizarre way, but she feared his unpredictable vicious anger. Many a time, she had wanted to hold him and comfort his tortured spirit, but Valeria and Antonius warned her to steer clear. In her own way she loved Augustus, she did not know why, only the gods could possibly fathom that, but she did. Nevertheless,fear had stopped her from exploring their mutual love.
The palpable sense of sexual antagonism punched the barman as he entered the private dining room. His and Abelia’s eyes locked together for an instant. The almost imperceptible shake of her head, silenced him. While he cleared the table, Augustus, unable to resist, derided him for doing women’s work.
Despite his concern, Ascanius knew he could not protect Abelia from herself. He retired for the evening,leaving her to her dangerous game. Whatever he did, he knew she would find a way to trade with Augustus, but guilt still overwhelmed him. Sleep evaded him for a while, as unwelcome images of Abelia and Augustus filled his mind. He feared that Augustus would hurt Abelia, yet the more he thought about them the more aroused he became. Later, physical exhaustion overcame him and ended his shame.
Abelia Sipped Her After-Dinner Drink
Abelia sipped her after-dinner drink, and peered over the top of her goblet. She studied Augustus; did he want her as a respected lover or a whore? His earlier erratic behaviour suggested he did not know. “Augustus it seems that you wish to pay for something, although you could have it for free.”
“Speak plainly woman!”
“At times this evening you behaved like a doting lover, but each time you ruined the moment with your arrogance, aggression and crude rudeness.”
Augustus growled, “That virgin wimp of a boy deserves everything he gets.”
Abelia unblinking, looked into his eyes, “And what do I deserve?”
The voices in Augustus’ head taunted him. “We told you she is just a worthless whore, who does not deserve your love. Humiliate her, abuse and fuck her, that’s better than she deserves.” Augustus hated himself; because he yearned to love her, but the voices forbade it. Therefore, he dared not answer her question.
“Your silence betrays you. You want me as a lover and a whore, but you cannot have both, which is it to be?”
Augustus stared at her, she was wrong, how could she understand. To stop his tears, he reverted to his usual domineering self. “Be honest you’re just a fucking tart, not to mention a piece of meat, you don’t deserve my love…”
Abelia’s Stomach Churned
Abelia’s stomach churned, because she had offered him her love and the bastard had thrown the offer back in her face. He intended to buy her body. Fuck him he would pay dearly. She interrupted him, “I’ve never whored, but I’ll make an exception for you.” Filled with righteous indignation, she spat the words at him. “Earlier, I thought to ask ten aureus for my services, but as you value me more as whore than a lover, the price is 100 aureus.” She expected him to refuse or at least negotiate.
He sneered, and whispered in her ear, “Either way the price is extortionate. Perhaps you should have let me finish. I said you don’t deserve my love, not that I wouldn’t give it to you.”
Augustus did not wait for her reply; due to his arrogant belief that she would come to him like a badly treated yet loyal dog. Whatever befell her she would hold herself responsible. He returned to his room, and waited for her. They loved each other, and he wanted her in his life, but he loved the voices more. Moreover he trusted the voices, and did not know if he could trust Abelia. How sad for both of them that their circumstances were not different. Self-loathing filled him for what he must do, but the voices wanted to repay Antonius and Valeria, for excluding him from their shipping business. Augustus had no idea that Abelia was their third partner.
Bathed, Abelia dressed in nothing other than a full-length, sleeveless translucent silk gown. Wrapped in her fur cloak she walked with trepidation to Augustus’ room. She could hear and feel her heart smashing against her ribs, not from fear, but from the exhilaration and anticipation of what was to come.
Beyond The Point Of No Return
With her arm raised ready to knock on the door, she hesitated because instinct told her she must be bloody mad. Beyond the point of no return, in her mind the tap, tap clearly resonated through the empty corridor. Furthermore, Abelia’s furtive glances scanned the hallway, for prying eyes, pointing fingers and wagging tongues. The door opened, as she stood on its threshold; first, she noticed the naked Augustus sporting a large erection. Valeria had told her about Antonius’, and his brother measured up to expectation. She did not see the riding crop, leather ties, rope, tawse and assorted whips on the table hidden behind the door.
Augustus beckoned her “Come in my love and close the door.” Abelia shivered, as rational thought screamed, “Flee”, yet in a hypnotic trance she stepped into the room and removed her cloak, as Augustus closed the door. He walked around her, while his cold unfathomable eyes scanned every inch of her body. From behind, he wrapped his arms around her, caressed her breasts, and covered her neck with tender kisses. He felt her tense, “I can be a gentle,considerate lover, but I’ve no doubt Antonius was hoping we would make passionate love; followed by some careless pillow talk. Is he expecting me to give away my commercial secrets?”
“It was you who enquired if I was for hire and later offered your love; this has nothing to do with Antonius.”
Gentle Yet Chilling
Augustus continued in a quiet, gentle yet chilling voice. “Quite so, but I have no doubt my brother has tried to take advantage of the situation. I will return you to him without any secrets. Maybe you prefer your sex rough.”
In response, Abelia’s voice quivered. “Energetic is good; rough as you so politely put it depends on what you mean by rough.
Augustus smiled to himself. He could hear the fear in her voice, yet at the same time, her nipples hardened. “That is for me to know and you to find out. By the way I know you are a liar, because Antonius would not pass up an opportunity to learn my secrets.”
I’ve already told you this has nothing to do with Antonius, he tried to persuade me not to come.”
“That’s sweet of him.”
Lost In Love’s Embrace, Abelia Stepped From Her Dress
Augustus was not in the mood for foreplay, and the voices insisted she was Antonius spy. He lifted her chin, and she stared into his eyes, as he slipped her gown from her shoulders. Lost in love’s embrace, Abelia stepped from her dress, and kissed his lips before the unseen punch drove into her stomach, emptying her lungs and buckling her knees. Collapsed on the floor, in the foetal position, Abelia gasped for air, while a searing pain invaded her abdomen, and tears flooded from her eyes.
Without warning, he grabbed her arms and bound her wrists. When she regained her breath, Augustus pinned her down, and attempted to gag her. “Stop struggling bitch, you don’t want your pretty face marked.” With the gag in place, Augustus ensured she would not choke. He did not want to kill her; however, he intended to savour the whore’s humiliation. The voices relished her forthcoming suffering, both physical and mental, and they encouraged Augustus to show no mercy. Augustus witnessed the fight drain from his victim; her eyes glazed over, her body sagged, and a deathly pallor crept across her.
Now, she was his for the taking, to do with as he pleased. He dragged her up by her hair, then pushed her face down onto the bed, and forced her legs apart. His first brutal thrust, forced his entire length into Abelia, causing her to bite down on the gag to avoid crying out. After a couple of minutes of furious rutting, he withdrew, and smiled at her flowing tears and muffled sobs.
Neither Augustus nor the voices, understood the true reason for her tears. The defeat of Abelia’s love, wrote another small part of heavens, a writing that foretold betrayal, death, disaster, and rebirth.
Give Her A Real Reason To Cry
The voices spoke “Give her a real reason to cry.” Although, it took him several attempts, and more force than before Augustus rammed his cock into her arse. The excruciating, uninterrupted agony overwhelmed her. Eventually she felt him ejaculate deep within her, soften and withdraw; blood and semen dripped from her onto the clean sheets. He removed the gag, to let her breathe. Augustus chuckled to himself, as he listened to her pathetic whimpering. While she lay there, he cleaned up and enjoyed some refreshing fruit juice. When her sobbing subsided, he asked “A new experience for your tight virgin arse?” He almost missed her quiet reply, “You Bastard!”
“Don’t worry my pretty; I won’t do it again, next time I will plant my seed deep into your womb.”
He wiped the tears and snot from her face, and then stuffed a fresh gag in her mouth. “We don’t want you screaming and waking up the other guests; do we? You think that was cruel some women love it. I told you I like my sex rough, but don’t worry your pretty face is safe.”
Over the next few hours, driven on by the voices, he flogged her buttocks with the crop and tawse, her breasts and genitals with various whips and the soles of her feet with a cane. When he had finished beating her, just before four in the morning, as promised he planted his seed deep within her womb. Sated, he pulled her up by her hair, and replaced her gag with a small bag containing coins. “Your payment whore, ten aureus, and that’s more than you’re worth.” He pushed her out into the corridor naked and bound, then locked the door.
I’ll Kill The Fucker
On her way to the stables, Valeria saw her sister staggering across the courtyard. Wrapping her cloak around Abelia, she removed the bag of coins, untied her hands, helped her back to her room, and put her to bed. Although Valeria knew it risked destroying the illusion of arriving just after breakfast, she had no choice other than to wake Ascanius to tend her sister.
The quiet knock on his door stirred Ascanius from his sleep; at first, he thought he had dreamt it. Another knock sounded, half asleep, he unlocked the door. Valeria barged her way in “Get dressed and bring your magic medicines; Abelia needs your ministrations, because Augustus has beaten the crap out of her.”
Shocked and frightened, Ascanius muttered, “I’ll kill the fucker.”
Valeria grabbed him by the throat. “You won’t, you will pretend to know nothing of this. Now hurry!”
When they entered Abelia’s room she was laying on her side, the least painful position, still sobbing, and it was clear to Ascanius from the marks on her body that she was in agony. Ascanius sent Valeria to the kitchen to fetch some warm water. When she returned he prepared various potions; the first a painkiller and sleeping draft for Abelia to drink. The others he created to bathe her; to help reduce her pain and swelling. Abelia descended into a shallow disturbed sleep while Ascanius kept watch over her. Valeria gave him a note for Antonius; she just hoped they would play their part and not seek retribution on Augustus. From the window of Abelia’s room Ascanius watched Valeria ride off into the night.
Later At Breakfast
Later at breakfast, Ascanius glared across the table at Augustus. Nobody spoke, until Augustus could no longer bear the silence, “What’s your fucking problem boy? Why are you sitting there glaring at me?”
Antonius placed a firm hand on Ascanius’ shoulder, “We know what you did last night, young Ascanius here has been tending Abelia.”
Augustus shrugged his shoulders, “The whore got paid.”
Antonius continued,“Paying her did not give you the right to beat the crap out of her. I hope when Valeria hears about it, you are far away, so that she will have calmed down by the time you meet.”
Augustus stood up to leave, just as Valeria stormed into the room looking tired, and pissed off. Without warning, she landed a heavy punch on the right side of his face, and sent him sprawling across the floor. Her studded gauntlet had opened a gash across his cheek. “That‘s for the beating you gave my sister. You’re lucky I haven’t stuffed that ladle up your arse sideways; now fuck off!” Antonius stepped between them to stop any further violence, while Augustus scrabbled away from the banshee in front of him, who now held a carving knife. Unsure how long his brother’s protection could last, Augustus departed in haste. He wanted to put a safe distance between himself and Valeria, before she discovered the rape.
Augustus heeded his brother’s advice and departed for Aquila City that morning, despite the ongoing bad weather, . Antonius was concerned that Valeria had not calmed down, and that the slightest provocation would illicit further violence. Valeria’s temper cooled as Abelia recovered, however Ascanius became more depressed as the guilt grew.
On the third morning, Valeria entered Abelia’s bedroom to find her draped across a naked Ascanius, both in a deep peaceful sleep. Later that day with Abelia’s coach rigged up, the four comrades travelled to Aquila City, arriving safely without further incident.
Abelia knew that some part of his soul yearned to offer her love and kindness.
Despite the beating Augustus’ had given her and his cruel disposition, Abelia knew that some part of his soul yearned to offer her love and kindness. Their mutual attraction survived, and their Roads of Destiny remained forever entwined.