3 thoughts on “I suppose she doesn’t understand Latin at all, because all my efforts to find out her name have been futile, so I’ll call her Venia”

  1. I will add my own fam fiction to this story:

    I, a wondering wealthy merchant from the Far East, came to Gaul, where I chanced upon this slave market. The Romans had captured this beautiful teenage girl and her captor sold me to her. He said that he couldn’t get her to tell him her name, so he decided to call her Venia.
    I bought Venia for millions of gold coins and became her lord and Master for the rest of her life. I realized that she spoke the traditional Gallic language and since I had studied that language, along with Latin, for purposes of advancing my merchant business , I decided to speak to her in her own language.
    She told me her real name, Maeve (which means “intoxicating” in the Gallic language) but I decided to just call her Venia as it sounded prettier. I alternated between calling her Venia and Maeve for the rest of her life.
    She was a virgin, which was wonderful as that meant that she was free from any sexually transmitted disease. She was understandably frightened but when I took her back to my home in the Far East, I told her that I would take care of her and not hurt her since I was a gentleman.
    She wanted to escape and I offered her her freedom. But, she decided to stay with me as there was no way for her to get all the way back to Gaul by herself and there was nothing left to go back to, as her family had been killed by the Romans and her village had been burnt down.
    So, she decided to stay with me as a slave, although I treated her kindly like a friend. She was very grateful.
    One day, Venia/Maeve was gathering sticks to create a fire for the hearth in our house. Some brutish men seized her and tried to rape her. I slew them with my sword and rescued her, protecting her virginity as I didn’t want to ever rape her. I wanted her to willingly give herself to me.
    She was very grateful and I asked if she would be my girlfriend. She said, yes. I courted her for a while and assured her that I was very sorry I had not been there when her family had been killed. I vowed to always protect her.
    She wept tears of joy one day when I took her on a picnic on my estate and there on the hill, I asked her if she would marry me.
    She happily said: yes…of course!
    We married and she sired 5 beautiful daughters, who looked a lot like her. We ended up living happily for the rest of our lives.

    The End.

     
  2. I love how I bought this girl and that she nervously waits for my sucking of her teenaged girl nipples. And my penis to fill her young teenaged vagina. And for my seed to fill her young teenaged girl womb.

     

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