Naked Warrior

PART NINE

PART NINE

Novick slid his arms under Daria's body and scooped her up when he heard her moan in his mouth. He rolled himself over, bringing Daria on top of him, never breaking their kiss. He ran his fingers through her long hair and then down her back. His excitement was building rapidly and he pushed her up into a sitting position so he could catch a breath of air.

Daria's hair was mussed and she was eyeing Novick through half shut eyes. She looked so sexy to him. His cock was quickly becoming rock hard and he was anxious to get it on with her. He reached up and pinched one of her nipples through her dress. Daria slapped his hand away.

"Don't do that! You'll wrinkle my new dress," she said as she started sliding it off of her shoulders.

Novick's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. This was new to him. A willing participant? he thought. Daria got off of Novick and stood wobbly. She tried to unlace the back of the dress herself with little success. Novick was watching her frustration and laughed a bit. He stood, and walked over to her, and helped her to get out of the gown. His touch was gentle, as he slowly slid the dress down her body, revealing her lacy undergarments.

"Mmmmm, nice," he remarked, as hened ned her around to face him. She was blushing, but the alcohol had made her feel enough at ease that she didn't try to cover herself.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately, letting his hands squeeze her ass as he did. Daria gasped and threw her head back, exposing her neck to him. He attacked it with little nibbles. He slowly kissed down her body, sliding the pretty slip off as he did, until he found a nipple. He ran his tongue over it, circline aue aureole, and then gently sucked it into his mouth. He moved to the other one and did the same.

Daria was so lost in the sensations that she didn't realize that her slip had fallen to the floor. Her hands played in his hair and she closed her eyes and moaned pleasantly. Only when Novick started to move towards her nether regions did she open her eyes and start to protest.

"Wait! What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

Novick stood, laughing. "What am I doing? Have you forgotten already that you are a slave? A bed slave, and I plan to bed you." He grabbed her around her waist and roughly pulled her to his body and started grinding his hard cock into her. He went to kiss her again, but she turned her head away. This angered Novick and he turned and pushed her on the bed.

"Listen, slave!" he said harshly. "You will not shun my adva. I. I am your master, the master of this manor. And I take what I want."

Daria sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs, and started rocking. The anxiety had returned even greater since she knew it was her own fault she was in this position. Novick walked to the chest at the foot of the bed and retrieved another set of chains and cuffs. All the gentleness in him was gone and his usual cold, wicked look was on his face. He walked to the side of the bed and looked at Daria.

"Get up!" When she didn't move, he said it again, only louder. "I said 'GET UP,'" he bellowed.
She still didn't move, so he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off the bed.

"Please, Master, please don't do this to me. I beg you," she cried.

Novick laughed. "Do what? You don't even know what I'm going to do to you, do you? You might just like it, girl. Now hold still, or I will have to force you. And if I have to force you, then it will not be pleasant."

Daria obeyed and Novick attached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles and told her to get back on the bed. There was another one of those metal grates above the bed, like in the cabin on the boat, and Novick attached Daria's chained wrists to it first.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, my pretty slavYou'You'll like this kind of torture," he laughed.

He pulled her legs up, spreading them wide, and attached one on each side of her. This was an even more exposing position than before, Daria thought. At least on the boat her legs were close together, now she was spread wide open to him.

Novick stood back and admired his new purchase. He began to remove his clothing, never taking his eyes off of Daria the entire time. When he removed his pants, he heard her gasp as she saw his manhood spring from his body. It was big. Too big, she thought.

"What’s that, lover? Do you like what you see?" he teased, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. He looked at it with admiration. "It is magnificent, isn't it?" he said proudly.
Then he moved closer to Daria. "And you, my pretty, you're not so bad yourself. Especially in such a vulnerable position!"

Daira was speechless. Frozen. A single tear escaped from her eye. Any attraction she had felt towards Novick moments ago was replaced with feaw. w. Novick ran a hand down one of Daria's legs. He kneeled on the bed and ran his hand down her other leg.

"Mmmmmm. So soft. So young. So pure," he commented, not to anyone in particular. He looked her in the eyes and smiled. He knew she was scared to death of him and her fear was feeding his sexual desires. He wanted to fuck her right then. To take her savagely, then pull his monster cock out and shoot his seed all over her, like he was marking his territory. But then that would be just what he normally did, and he wanted it to be different with this one. He hadn't had a woman as pretty as Daria is some time and he wanted her to stay that way - so he could show her off. How presentable would she look with a face full of bruises?

He sat back on his feet and began stroking his cock again. He didn't speak; he just kept looking her over with desiring eyes. Before too long, he came all over his hand as he let out a huge sig
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"Oh, yeah! That felt good," he said and then moved to hover over Daria and rubbed his seed on her breasts. He gently pinched a nipple, causing it to become erect, and then ran his hand down her stomach to her pussy. Novick was in far better control since he 'relieved' himself. Now he would concentrate on Daria, who looked rather confused at the moment.

He lowered his head between her legs and started to kiss all around her pussy. He took his finger and parted her lips, rubbing it against her clit. He sucked in one side of her pussy lips and allowed his tongue to adventure out and test the waters.

"Mmmmm. You taste so good," he said in a deep voice. Then he buried his face in her cunt, only to re-emerge a moment later. He paused to pull a hair from his mouth.

"Oh, this just won't do," he commented as he rose from the bed. He left the room, but returned a moment later with a bowl of soapy warm water and a straight edged razor.

Daria only noticed the shiny silver of the blade and was certain she was done for. She started pleading with Novick not to hurt her; that she would do anything he wanted.

"Hurt you? I'm not going to hurt you, my dear. I'm only going to get rid of a little . . . distraction, you might say."

He returned to her side and loosened the chains attached to her legs to give them more slack, so that her butt rested on the bed now. He took some of the soapy water and rubbed it between her legs. Then he grabbed the razor and knelt in front of her again.

"Now you listen to me. You have to stay completely still or you might get cut. I won't cut you if you don't move. Understand?" he said seriously.

All Daria did was nod. She wasn't exactly sure what this madman was going to do to her, but she was sure that she wouldn't like it. Novick applied more soapy water to her again and then slowly brought the razor to her pelvis. He slowly and gently began to shave away her curly, blond pubic hair. After he got about half way done, he paused and looked at her.

"It's not so bad now, is it?" He wet her with more water and finished most of the task. Now all he had to do was the sensitive area around where the lips formed. Novick laid down on his stomach so he could get a closer look at what he was doing and carefully trimmed the area.

Daria could feel the coldness of the air against her newly shaven skin. It was a strange sensation, but also quite arousing. When Novick was done, he disposed of the razor on the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of perfumed oil from the drawer. He opened it, pored a small amount into his palm, and rubbed it into Daria's sensitive skin.

"Oh, baby. That feels so good. You're so smooth and soft there. Nothing to get in the way of my tongue and your pussy," he purred.

The touch of his hand rubbing the oil on her started making her feel on fire inside. She felt an unfamiliar desire for something burning in the pit of her stomach. She began to moan and Novick chuckled at her.

"You like it! So do I. And it looks so fucking hot, girl. It looks . . . well, here, let me show you." He walked across the room and picked up the full-length mirror and placed it at the end of the bed, then adjusted it so that she could get a full view of her hairless crotch.

"See?"

Daira lifted her head and glanced down at the mirror. When she saw what he had done to her pussy, she gasped in shock, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. It turned her on and she could feel herself get wet there.

Novick was just observing her for a moment and then laughed. "I knew you were a nasty little bitch. Look at you, getting all excited looking at your clean pussy. You're starting to drip pusuiceuice."

"Oh, my!" She threw him a quick, sexy glance before her eyes returned to the mirror. He went to move it away, but Daria protested, asking him to please leave it there for a while longer. Novick smirked as he sat next to her on the bed. He took a finger and rubbed her juices over the slit, making it glisten in the torchlight where it was wet.

"Oh, gods," she said, her body uncontrollably twitching. She closed her eyes as a wave of shame washed over her. What was he doing to her? The sensations he was giving her - she liked them. He was such a monster, yet she didn't want him to stop it. And to top it all off, she liked what she was seeing in the mirror. Maybe she really was a harlot.

Her body started to tingle and she opened her eyes again when she felt the warm wetness of Novick's tongue between her legs. He was fervently licking her juices up. Making pleasant moans and grunts while he did.

The room started spinning to Daria as Novick brought her to a wild climax. Her body writhed and twisted beneath him and she screamed out at the top of her lungs.

"Oooohhhh, MMMAASSTTEERR! MASTER, GODS. I can't take any more, Master, please!" she begged him. But Novick was not going to stop until he had his fill. He brought her two more climaxes before she had a final exasperating orgasm that caused her to pass out from the excitement.

Novick sat up and wiped his mouth and chin with his hand. He unlocked the chains around her wrists and ankles and situated her under the covers, rubbing his hand over her smooth pelvis one last time before extinguishing the torches. He lay on the bed next to her and turned on his side to watch her. There was just enough moonlight for him to see her face. He brushed the hair from her eyes and lightly touched her cheek.

"I just knew that you and I were going to have a lot of fun together."

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Ares was making rounds, taking the reports from the men he had sent out in search of Daria. By the time the last of the men had given his report, Ares was livid. Not one of them had found any sign of Daria. It was time to make use of some other resources he had acquired over the years.

He decided to venture into Rome as his other persona, Mars. Most of the Olympian Gods doubled as Roman Gods, although Greece was their first priority. Ares hardly spent much time in Rome ever since Caesar came into power. Caesar was a confident and ruthless ruler, who never had called on the God or War directly for assistance in any of his battles. And Ares was too busy in Greece to try and interfere with the man’s plans. He seemed to be holding his own and Ares had decided that unless he was specifically called upon, he had no need to go there.

That was until now. There had been many times when the Romans had come into Greece or other countries. And during those times, many of the soldiers had called upon the name of Mars to aid them in battle. It was then that Ares, or Mars to the Roman army, had helped them many a time, and he planned to collect his favors, just like he had with his men here in Greece.

He materialized in Rome at the home of Caesar's first officer, decked out in Roman attire and looking quite Godly. It was a good enough place to start.

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Novick had already left for Rome when Daria woke up the next morning. She felt like crap from drinking too much wine the night before. Wearily, she rose from bed and made her way across the room to the washbasin. After rinsing off her face, she turned to get something to wear and caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror and stopped. A flood of memories rushed her as she looked at her shaven crotch and she got that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach once again.

Although the memories seemed to excite her body, her mind, on the other hand, was appalled. She had liked what Novick was doing to her last night. How could she feel that way? Only paid tramps are supposed to like that kinky sex stuff. But then she remembered that she had been purchased. She quickly hurried to dress, not able to stand the sight of her nude body for a moment longer, and left the bedroom.

She walked into the dining area where another girl, about her age, was cleaning.

"You wants some breakfast, Miss? The Master told me to fetch ya some break whe when you woke, if you wants. Fresh ham and eggs?"

Daria shook her head no. She wasn’t feeling very hungry. The thought of food turned her stomach.

"No, thanks. So he’s gone?"

The girl looked slightly confused so Daria clarified the question.

"Where did Lord Novick go this morning?"

"I believes he went to see Caesar in Rome," she answered with a smile. She seemed happy that ‘the Master’ was gone. After always treading on thin ice, all the servants could relax a little when Novick was away on business.

Daria did, too. She breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the same chair she was in at supper the evening before.

"Thank the gods," she mumbled. She heard the servant girl giggle and turned to look at her.

"I see you feel the same ways 'bout the Master as the rest a us," she smiled. All of her front teeth were missing. "My name’s Megan."

"Hi, Megan. I’m Daria."

"You’re new here, huh?"

"Yes, I arrived a couple of days ago."

"Did’ju comes from the slave auction?" Megan asked.

Daria nodded. "Yeah, a bandit captured me and sold me the same day."

"Where they grab you from? Home?"

"No, I’m not really sure where. I was heading . . . somewhere. I can’t remember exactly where, and that’s when that bandit got me. I had just awoken and was scouting for a river or lake to get some water. I remember, I was really thirsty, too, because later, when we were walking to his camp, he wouldn’t give me any of his water. And we had been walking for over two hours! The harpy!"

"What do ya mean walking?" Megan inquired.

Daria looked at her strangely. "Walking. Like putting one foot in front of the other. Walking. What’s so strange about that, Megan?"

"I was just wondering whats you were doing on the island to start with."

"Island?"

"Ya. That’s where the slave camp is. That where the Master boughts me from. But I was taken from my home in Alexandria and shipped to the camp by boat. I never met anyone who lived on the island before, 'cept the slavers. Are there other folks who live there, too?"

"Megan, I don’t know what you are talking about. I wasn’t on any island."

"Had ta be if you walked to camp."

"Wait a minute . . . " Daria drifted off into thought. It all made sense to her now. She didn't wake up where she had gone to sleep that night. But how? Why?

"What? ‘Wait a minute,’ what?" Megan inquired.

"I was just thinking about that day. I don't know how I ended up on that island. I just woke up there."

Megan smiled her toothless grin. "Yeah, right. Maybe you was just drunk, like you was last night, and don't remember going over."

Daria looked a little offended. "How do you know I was drunk last night?"

Megan laughed heartily. "Well, by the way you was screaming and howling last night with the Master, well . . . they wasn't no screams of pain, I can tell ya that. And no one has a good time with the Master, less they's drunk."

Daria stared down at the floor, blushing. "Well, I'd rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind."

"Nothing to be shamed 'bout," Megan consoled. "We've all had our turn in his 'torture' chambers. Some are just luckier than others. Me, well, I wasn't so fortunate. That's how I lost all of me teeth." She pointed to her mouth.

"He did that to you?" Daria said, horrified. She was flushed with a sudden heat and she felt dizzy as she saw, once again, the aftermath of Novick's cruelty. What kind of man would beat up on a helpless girl? she thought. A monster, that's who. The sickness in her stomach started to feel worse as she thought of how easily she was fooled by him last night.

Megan nodded and started cleaning again. With her back now turned to Daria, she said, "Well, you just let me know if you wants something."

"Thanks, Megan. I will." Daria got up and decided to tour the grounds. She needed to get some fresh air. Besides, she didn't know how long Novick would be gone and she wanted to take survey of all the exits and how far the stables were from the house. Her plans of escape never too far from her mind.

As she walked around, she met many of the slaves who worked the manor, most of them Greeks, purchased from the slave camp. She entered the barn, where she interrupted another group of people who were having a prayer meeting. They were from Amphipolis and were praying to Athena for aid. Daria apologized and bowed out gracefully. As she walked away, she thought to herself how foolish they were to think that their God would save them. Those Olympian Gods weren't much good for anything as far as she was concerned. You certainly wouldn't catch her wasting her time praying to a god. She was going to make things happen for herself.

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Brutus fell to his knees in front of the Roman God of War in astonishment.

"My Lord! How may I serve thee?" he said with his head bowed.

Ares told him to rise. He stood silently in front of Brutus, looking him over discerningly, then circled around him and sat down in Brutus' usual chair.

"Sit," Mars said. Brutus complied immediately. "I have a task for you, son of Rome."

Ares paused and looked around at the things that Brutus surrounded himself with. was was typical décor for a Roman man of power. Everything was grand and lavish. It went without saying that the Romans really knew how to live. He finally returned his steely gaze to Brutus.

"Brutus, you have done well for yourself. I am pleased."

"Thank you, Lord. But it is only a reflection of the blessings you have given me in battle."

Ares smiled wickedly. "Yes, I know! Now I have come for my payment."

"Payment, my Lord?" Brutus was genuinely surprised. "Please forgive me, but I do not understand."

Ares laughed and stood. He walked over to Brutus, towering over him and successfully intimidating him, as well. Brutus could not look the god in the eyes.

"What? Did you think that you could live off the riches of Rome for free? Your success does not come without a price, my friend. And I have come to collect."

"Of course, my Lord. Whatever you wish, I will do willingly."

"Even if it means opposing Caesar?" Mars toyed.

Brutus looked up in shock but answered yes, nevertheless.

"Well, relax. I am not sending you up against Caesar." Ares turned and returned to his seat. "I just wanted to hear your answer. You are a faithful servant, Brutus. That is why I have come to you now. I have another matter of importance. There is a woman who I need to find and she is being hidden from me. I want you to collect the best men in your service and locate her. I'm counting on you to come through for me, Brutus."

Brutus listened carefully to the God as he described Daria.

"Why is this woman so important to you, my Lord?" Brutus asked curiously.

Ares’ eyes turned dark as he threw a glance at Brutus that could have knocked him over.

"You require a reason to perform this task for me? My asking should be reason enough!" he snapped.

Brutus fell to his knees again. "F-f-forgive me, Lord. I will do as you have asked. I need nothing more. Please, forgive me."

"Fine. Go now. And do not return until you have found the girl."

"Yes, my Lord. But what do I tell Caesar? I am supposed to . . . "

"I will deal with Caesar. Now, GO!" Ares was yelling now. Brutus got to his feet and fled his own house without hesitation.

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Ares appeared without notice in the study where Novick and Caesar were meeting. He had never met the ruler before and didn't recognize Novick, either. He startled the two men and Novick instantly drew his sword.

"Who are you and how did you get past my guards?" Caesar demanded to know.

Ares laughed and started moving towards the men. Neither man had seen Ares appear out of thin air. Novick, assuming the God was an enemy, lunged for Ares, only to be catapulted across the room and slammed into a bookshelf.

Caesar figured out who the stranger was right away. "Mars," he whispered.

Novick, whose anger had just escalated to fury, did not hear Caesar call his name. He rose and charged the God again, this time successfully contacting the God with his sword. But Ares had turned the metal to jelly and it never penetrated his skin.

This threw Novick for a loop, and his instincts were to respond with another attack. He punched the War God in the face. A punch strong enough that it would have sent any ordinary man to the floor, but only caused Ares' chin to move to one side. gra grabbed Novick by the throat and lifted him from the ground.

"YOU DARE ASSAULT THE GOD OF WAR? You foolish, foolish man. I can kill you with a thought." He threw him down on the floor, landing next to Caesar's feet. Caesar helped him to stand.

"That enough, Novick! He's one of the Gods. I wouldn't make him angry if I were you."

"A god?" Novick's eyes lit up in excitement. He was standing now, brushing himself off. "I am sorry . . ." he looked to Caesar for help.

"Mars," Caesar told him.

" . . . Mars. Please excuse my mistake."

Ares looked Novick over. Now, here was a soldier, a fearless warrior. Why wasn't this man in charge of the Roman army?

"Noted," Ares said. He turned his attention to Caesar. "I have come here to tell you that I have sent your first officer on an assignment. He is taking your best men along with him."

"Brutus?" Caesar asked.

"Yes. Before he left he told me that you were expecting him. I am here to tell you that he will not be showing. Do you have a problem with that?" Ares glared at Caesar.

"No, my God. Thank you for letting me know. May I offer you a drink, some food perhaps? It is quite an honor to have you here, Mars. It's about time we met, don't you agree?"

"Yes, son of Rome. The time for us to meet is long overdue. I have been watching you. You handle yourself well and have not needed to call on me for aid." Ares paused for effect. "But you do not give thanks to me, either. Are you so confident that you think you are without need of the gods?

Caesar smirked. "Well . . . yes!"

"Really?" Ares smiled wickedly.

Novick studied the faces of both the man and the god. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise at Caesar's boldness and disrespect of the higher power. You're a fool, Caesar, he thought. He is a god. And the God of War, at that. A slight smirk crossed his lips.

"Yes, really." Caesar turned to Novick. "Novick, will you please excuse us?"

Novick nodded and left the room. Caesar turned back to the god.

"Is there something I can do for you, Mars?"

"No, nothing. This was just a courtesy call to let you know where Brutus is. And since you have no need for the gods, I will leave you to your business." Ares turned from him and was about to disappear, but hesitated. "Be careful, Caesar. Your arrogance can be foolish and your confidence overestimated. You never know when you might need a little divine intervention." He laughed wickedly as he disappeared, leaving Caesar to ponder his words.

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Ares reappeared in the room where Novick was waiting. When Novick saw him arrive, he bowed his head in respect.

"Again, I apologize, my Lord, for . . . "

Ares interrupted. "No need, soldier. But it is the reason I stand before you now."

Novick looked up, bewildered.

"I was quite impressed with your valor. You are a man of little words and many actions, I can see. I think that you could serve me well."

"My Lord?"

"Brutus is weak. You should have seen him flee from his own house in fear of me. It was hard to hold back the laughter. No, I believe I have made a mistake putting Brutus in charge of my task. I need someone stronger, more reliable, to lead. Someone like you, Novick."

"Lord, I'm flattered. But what about Caesar?"

"What about him? He told me himself that he needs no help; so let him handle whatever it is he called you here for himself. Come, we will leave together."

Novick didn't hesitate. This was a god. He thought of all the possibilities having a god on your side held. He wasn't going to turn down an opportunity like this. Caesar may be a fool, but Novick was not.

"As you wish."

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Mars and Novick appeared where Brutus was assembling his search party. As soon as the god was visible, all of the men dropped to their knees and bowed in respect to him. Ares recognized every one. Each man had called his name in battle at least once during his lifetime. He turned to Novick.

"Do you know Brutus?"

"I know of him, although we have never met."

"Brutus, this is Novick. He will be leading the search party. I want you to fill him in on the task at hand."


Brutus looked disappointed. "But, my Lord, I thought I was to lead the search party?"

"You are needed in Rome. I want you to keep an eye on Caesar for me. He is bound to get himself in trouble one day, and put Rome at risk. Since you are his close confidant, you are the better candidate."

Ares listened while Brutus described the woman they were to search for to Novick. When he was done, he bowed and excused himself from the room. Novick turned to Mars.

"My Lord, this woman he describes, it sound like the same woman that Ares of Greece was looking for yesterday."

"She is."

"Why would both the Greek God of War and the Roman God of War be searching for the same woman?"

Ares patted Novick on the back and they started walking. "Novick, I can tell that you are not used to dealing with the gods. The first thing one is taught is never to question the reasons of a God. But because I like you, I will tell you. Ares and I are working together against one of the other Greek Gods. The woman has special abilities that this other God wants to take advantage of. Both Ares and I agree that this cannot happen. That is why we must find her first. All of Greece has been searched and there has been no sign of her. Rome was the next logical choice."

"Oh, I see. Well then, time is of the essence. The men and I should leave immediately."

Mars smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. "I knew you were the right man for the job, Novick."

Novick turned to rejoin the men waiting their instruction. He stopped and turned back to ask Mars a question.

"Sire, how do I contact you?"

Ares thought for a moment, running his finger and thumb down the sides of his beard. He raised an eyebrow as an idea came to mind.

"I will be waiting for you at your manor in three days time. Come give me a report, even if you have not found the girl."

"Yes, my Lord."

With that, Mars disappeared and the men set out.

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