6 comments/ 31774 views/ 2 favorites The Glade By: HappyGreySquirrel He re-enters the glade and looks at her, where he had left her. She looks innocent and abandoned - head laid where her wrists bound her to the picnic table, body relaxed with her knees slightly apart - looking oddly comfortable and relaxed. He'd stripped before returning and had padded in on the soft grass, taking care to avoid twigs or a casual stone that might click and betray his presence. He has his plans - but right now they are just to observe. She breaths slowly, evenly, her breasts pressed lightly to the table and her back relaxed - making her buttocks peak and attracting the eye magnetically. He has watched her for only a few minutes when he sees her stiffen and her head move blindly. Bending over and placing his hands on his knees he leans forward and, unnoticed, peeps down her cleavage. Inviting. But later. Now is the time to be very... Direct. As he straightens - very close - she stiffens and holds her breath as she listens to the air. He feels his heart must be audible as it thumps solidly in his ears, but she can't tell where he is and he softly walks to the other end of the table and bends over. There is a warm smell. Not strong, very pleasant, just the smell of a warm body. Slowly breathing in he smiles, then exhales - making sure to give a little audible sigh through his nose and smiles as he see her head whip round, locating him - suddenly more frightening than when he couldn't be found. Walking around he looks at her from various angles - noticing small things - the pulse in her neck as she blindly looks around - her scarf tightly over her eyes and her head cocked to listen - the way her breasts unconsciously brush the table as she moves her head from side to side. Abandoning stealth now he stands to the side of her buttocks, standing so still his only movement is the tiny bounce of his cock as his heart beats heavily. Leaning forward he tastes the air and gets that warm, tangy smell as her excitement becomes evident. Apart from briefly pulling at her bindings she hasn't made any move to escape and has been silent - trying to listen for him. As he straightens - her scent still in his nostrils - he smiles down at her - almost looking fondly. Slowly, his hand moves forward and he lays it on her calf. She jumps, but stays in position as he slowly moves his hand up her leg, slowly, reassuringly. Like someone trying to pet a strange cat that may bolt at any moment. He stands behind her now, both hands on her legs, feeling Goosebumps under his hands as he gently caresses her - feeling her tremble and the muscles of the back of her thighs jump as she shifts position. As his hands rise and cover her buttocks, his wrists raising the hem, a warm wave of scent rolls over him and he pauses - enjoying the moment - and then methodically, gently, arranges her skirt on her back as he looks at her exposed knickers. A tell tale hint of dampness attracts his eye and he gently plants kisses, his lips and short beard rasping against her buttocks as he strokes his cheek against her. Breathing more heavily now, his cock erect and pointing like an arrow to his target he kisses her through the fabric, her smell strong and intoxicating in his nostrils. Harsher now, he buries his face into her groin and feels her heat and tastes her excitement with his tongue. Straightening, he hooks his fingers in her knickers and slides them down to her knees, exposing her, glistening and flushed. Placing one hand around the top of her thigh he urges her to shift her weight to one knee and as she obeys, slips her knickers past the opposite knee. Swapping hands he frees the other knee and pulls them down and over her feet. Straightening he looks at her naked buttocks, unconsciously her knickers are crumpled in his hand and pressed to his nose - his head full of heat and the smell of her excitement - the sweet smell of fresh sweat mixed with a faint aroma which attracts his eyes straight to her puckered anus. Feeling coolness at the tip of his penis he slides his finger on the pre-come and feels its slipperiness and, dropping the knickers to the ground, considers sliding his sweet and glistening finger across her lips. Smiling as he yields to temptation he slips his finger in his own mouth instead and tastes his own evident excitement, then circles her ankles with each hand, as if shackling her. She jumps again at his touch and shudders as his hands slide up her legs again. Strangely she has not yet attempted to escape him - perhaps the veiled firmness as he indicates she should spread herself by pushing his thumbs into the inside of her thighs. He doesn't hurt her - but his motions are unhurried - unstoppable. Seeming to communicate with his hands; "this is the way hands move, if you move with them, they won't hurt the muscles bunched under the ball of his thumb. {shrugs} And if you don't move, then the thumbs will hurt. But that's not our fault if you don't move, that's your choice. We're just hands, we're moving apart, you can come or not. But the consequence if you don't - is yours". Plunging his face forward again he tastes her directly now - his tongue connecting and her shuddering communicating itself directly to him. He slides his tongue down over her lips and probes delicately between - feeling a small hard nub under the tip. Sweeping his tongue now he slurps a trail of her juices and his saliva up and slides his tongue between her buttocks. Smiling slightly he feels her anus bunch then relax slightly as the tip sweeps over it. Probing more firmly now he pushes his tongue into her - invading her anus while his fingers brush her lips, gathering moisture before he pushes two slippery fingers deep into her pussy and feels her clench around him as he presses his mouth hard against her. Her breathing is harder now - she pushes back either to brace herself or to press herself harder against the hand and face exposing and invading her. As he pulls his face back slightly and slides the thumb across her puckering anus, he suspects the latter - although she could argue the former, if rescue should miraculously appear through the trees. But there was no galloping white charger - just fingers probing her and a thumb unstoppably pressing against her - as she shifts and momentarily relaxes the thumb slips straight in and he holds her, pinched between fingers and thumb. Licking his thumb where it disappears into her and gathering her juice from his busy fingers they push hard into her. Working her open he feels the pressure ease as she relaxes to the wriggling thumb pushing in and out. He changes the thumb for the sopping fingers and stretches her more. Intent now - breathing hard he gathers saliva from his suddenly dry mouth and swirls it around the head of his cock, mixing with his pre come. In one movement he withdraws his fingers and presses the head to the gaping hole before it can pucker again. Nudging with his hips, her body still and waiting in front of him, he watches as the head of his cock squeezes in then pops through the muscle. Leaning forward he lubricates his shaft as it eases further in - out a little, in a bit more, out a little, and more disappears inside her. Placing one hand on the small of her back he shifts his knees so he can lean sideways and play with her dripping pussy again. As he reaches as best he can he feels her twitch and constrict around his penis as his fingers part her lips and he plays with her. Pushing in harder now he sees a sheen of sweat on her exposed skin and feels her pushing back against him - unmistakable now. No guilt, no thought, just animal rut and hard, pounding, motion. As his groin thumps hard against her buttocks she begins to buck uncontrollably - to maintain his balance he grips her hips and hammers hard into her, needing release. Silent until now - only her gasping breaths betraying her - she begins a low noise, almost a sigh, almost a groan - becoming a louder and louder rhythmic scream as he slams into her. As she pushes up her head he bends forward, the small of her braced back taking his weight on her as he pulls himself into her by the handful of hair fisted in his hand. As her voice rises, her throat constricted by her pulled back head, his hand muffles the scream in her mouth until it fills her head - her world a confusing mass of darkness, the smell of her own come under her flared nostrils and strong fingers clamped over her face. Opening her mouth she tries to bite, not to fight but the need to grit her teeth on something irresistible, and feels him grind hard into her anus as her teeth close on his flesh. The teeth clamped onto his hand seem to trigger his orgasm as he shudders against her and his cock is suddenly moving more easily - lubricated by his come as his cock pulses and slowing, rams firmly now - not painfully, into her. Withdrawing, a slick film of come and sweat and her own juices coat her. And she feels him slide his cocks in it, between her buttocks and over her pussy - making the most of her with his softening penis. Bending behind her he examines her before sliding his tongue up and down her from clitoris to anus and back. Then places a line of feather light kisses along that route. Gently he drapes her with her skirt again and leaves her, her breath slowing now - chill now making her shudder as their juices and sweat cool on her body... * Authors note - I'm aware that this is somewhat unstarted and unfinished. I wrote it in response to a friend who confided in me a fantasy/daydream/dream she'd had, which had triggered an immediate feeling that I knew that story from the mans point of view. {grins} So that's what I wrote. As it had to correspond with her story, that limited anything I could do to steer their actions. But I was able to add things she hadn't 'seen' or that were in the head of the man. I may add to this in the future - I've been tossing around thoughts about how they got to the glade in the first place. {sulks} Now why didn't she have a properly thought out fantasy, with a beginning and an end, and save me the effort? The Glade and The Stream He was driving from nowhere to nowhere and was in no hurry to get there. Passing along the country road with the sun beaming down he felt quite good. Today is a good day and for no particular reason. It just was. A content smile upon his face he listened to the tunes on the radio and suddenly just no longer felt like driving. He just want to enjoy life for a moment. So he pulled into this small country inn and got himself a room. Put his bags away and thought to himself, ”What a fine day….I think I’ll take a walk.” With no real idea of where to go or why he just wandered off into the woods. He smelled the piney scent on the warm summer breeze. He watched the myriad of colors that played across the forest floor. He listened to the sounds of the chittering birds. He felt the sun ‘s warmth beam down upon his face. He walked through the forest without a care in the world. She was riding her bike along the path enjoying the exercise and the fine summer day. Taking her eyes off the path just for a moment she never saw the rut sticking out of the ground. Her front wheel hit and catapulted her in the air. Bouncing into the ground she felt pain and shrieked. Sitting up she quickly realized she had twisted her ankle. Looking around her she saw her bicycle lying in a stream nearby apparently not damaged. He walked and wandered to and fro and as he in the middle of remote glade he heard a loud cry. Instinctually, he ran to the sound jumping over fallen trees, pushing back deep underbrush , dodging around trees till he ran up and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen lying on the ground. Her blonde hair put up in a pony tail. Her gorgeous face and pretty blue eyes. Those firm and shapely breasts under a T-shirt. A tight waist with wide hips and long sensuous legs exposed by a tight fitting khaki shorts. Although he was panting for air from his previous sprint, she looked up at him their eye’s met and he seized breathing. She had just calmed down when she heard a loud crashing in the forest coming straight at her. Her first thoughts were of panic. “Oh God I hope that ain’t a bear!” The sounds were getting closer and she couldn’t be tell exactly where they were coming from. She looked around herself apprehensively when the sound stopped near her. She looked up and found herself staring at a God. His wavy sandy brown hair. His handsome face and dark penetrating look. His broad shoulders and heaving chest. He was tall and fit and her breath caught. For what seemed an eternity they stared into each others eyes. His heart blazed with an intensity he had never felt before. He wanted this woman and he wanted her now and it was all he could think of. Then he noticed her holding her ankle and asked, “ Are you ok?” A few seconds passed and the woman regained herself and nodded replying, “ I think I just twisted my ankle. I should ok in a little bit.” He squatted down next to her and examined her swollen ankle. It indeed had been twisted and was red and slightly swollen. He started thinking to himself , ”I’m here in the middle of nowhere with a gorgeous woman who can’t move. Should I be a gentleman and help her out? Or should I give in to this raging fire inside me?” He looked up from her ankle and saw her face mere inches away and as they looked into each others eyes he made his decision. Reaching out with his left hand he cupped the back of her head as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. Expecting some resistance he was surprised when she kissed him back even harder. His body ached with anticipation and passion. Her body burned with desire. His tongue darting into her mouth seeking out her tongue. Finding it they rolled their tongues around each others caught up in the ecstasy of one. His cock harden to a point so intense it felt as if it would explode. He slid his hand under her shirt and rubbed the small of her back while his other hand slide under her t-shirt and began massaging her firm soft breasts. Finally, he stood up and unceremoniously took off his shirt. She looked up at him longingly then quickly followed his lead pulling off her own shirt and removing her bra. He had just pulled down his pants and slid his underwear down his cock hard as steel caught on the band and as he pulled them down his cock sprung free and snapped against his stomach. She ooooh’d. She was hurriedly unzipping her shorts when he reached down and slid them down and off of her. He stood there naked while she sat on the ground with only her shoes on… A moment stood still in time when he stepped forward and placed his cock in front of her lips. She closed her eyes and enveloped every inch slowly pulling herself along his manhood. He lifted his head to the sky, closed his eyes and felt such a slow building pleasure. She flicked her tongue under his head and he gasped as the intense pleasure was a spike compared to the earlier slow but steady motion. Lift his cock with one hand she hunched over began licking his balls cupping them with her other hand. He moaned in satisfaction and he smiled. She licked all along the bottom of his penis till she reached the head where she swirled her tongue around his head then quickly engulfed it. The pleasure was incredible to him and he bucked his hips into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his ass encouraging him. He bucked a bit more and a bit more as he put himself deep inside her wanting willing mouth. She bobbed her head along his shaft finding a rhythm with the bucking of his hips pulling herself onto him with each thrust. The intensity reached a crescendo when he felt himself on the verge of cumming. She tasted his pre-cum and pulled herself all the way down his throbbing shaft. He bucked once , shuddered, then blew his hot sticky load down her wanting throat. He froze then came again. With a sigh of relief he lifted his head back and smiled. She looked up at it with a drop of cum running out of the side of her mouth. She scooped it up with one finger and sucked her finger clean. This rekindled his arousal and he stepped back and placed himself between her legs. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back to the ground and he fell forward onto her. With a fingernail he traced circles around her nipples and grinned evilly. She breathed in deeply with anticipation and her breasts swelled. This caught his attention and he wasted no more time. Planting his lips around a nipple he scraped his teeth against her to give a playful nip. She yelped in exclamation and the shock of the quick intense pleasure she felt. Running his tongue around her nipple he flicked his tongue back and forth up and down all around. Gently squeezing her breasts, he sucked on her swollen and erect nipple. Giving little kisses and tongue flicks he worked his way to the other breast and began giving it the same attention as the first. Sweat poured out her body as she groaned in pleasure. He began working his way down her stomach stopping occasionally to tease her. The anticipation she felt was killing her and her wet pussy burned with desire to feel him in her. He spread her lips apart and slowly licked along her labia, teasing her clit with his tongue. Inserting a finger he felt for the G-spot and finding it began to rub it in a soft circular motion. Her hips were swaying against him as he continued to lick and suck and nibble on her hotbox. The pressure increased and her g-spot swelled and she felt wave after wave of pleasure over take her as she reached climax. Watching her shake and listening to her moans and cries excited him greatly and he was hard again and needing to be inside her. He rocked back on his heels and inserted his cock into her enflamed soaking pussy. Leaning back he bucked his hips into her over and over deeper and deeper with every thrust, faster and faster he increased the rhythm. She cried out and he felt the beginning of another orgasm. He leaned forward and grabbed her by the hips and pulled himself into her faster and harder than before. This increased pleasure sent him over the edge and he held himself as deep into her as he could get and unleashed another load of his hot cum deep inside her. She squealed out in pleasure as the orgasm hit her again and the feel of the cum inside her was too much. She cried out again and bucked her hips into him as her body shook. Pulling himself out he breathed deeply. He felt the wind cooling his sweat covered body. She watched him panting his glorious self and smiled. Standing up he dressed himself and helped her to dress as well. He asked, “How is your ankle? “ She tested the ankle and it was fine but the opportunity was there and she took it. “It still really sore. I can’t ride the bike and could use some help walking home.” She looked up at him with hopeful eyes. He smiled and said, “Then show me the way.” The Gladiator The stillness of the night is interrupted by the sound of a single pair of booted feet upon the worn stones of the corridor. Maximus sits in his cell wondering at life and the circumstances that put him here, slave, and gladiator in the empires greatest city. Once a Free citizen with lands and a title, one of the most powerful generals in the Legion, now forced to fight for his life or bleed to death on the sands, laughed at by those who come for the sport. “It shall never happen,” Maximus, vows to himself. The booted feet draw near, at least this is different. A guard appears at the cell door “You, move over to the wall!” the guard orders. The guard opens the gate and drops chains to the floor. He then backs out and re locks the gate. “Put those on I shall be right back”. Maximus goes to the pile and picks out the shackles; he notices that they are single metal cuffs at either end of twenty feet of chain. Maximus Pauses in thought, it means he has a visitor. He secures the cuffs into place and the guard returns, opens the door, and with a small hammer bangs the pin into place. Maximus gathers up the chain in his arms and walks out the cell door. He doesn’t try to fight or run, the coliseum is far to well guarded and he bears the guard no malice, he is just doing his job. After quite a walk Maximus is ushered into a large room. The guard opens a shackle on the wall and places the center of the chain inside it before securing it. Maximus is confined to the space ten feet from that shackle, if the chains are pulled taut, his back to the wall. Maximus looks around and sees two brass braziers in the corners, flames leap and dance upon them providing the soft ruddy bronze light. There is a large wooden x to which one may be shackled and beaten. Sometimes the rich like to purchase a Gladiator and beat them to death to feel more powerful, Maximus worries not, his value is far to high after winning his match today to be used in such a fashion. The scent of lilacs interrupts his thoughts. He looks up just in time to witness beauty slip into the room. A woman, middle aged but of uncommon beauty stands in the doorway. She wears the finest of cloth and has scented skin denoting great wealth. Maximus continues to sit against the wall. “Do you know who I am Slave?” she barks out imperiously. Maximus looks her dead in the eye, then looks away unconcerned. Unperturbed she continues, “I am Helen, wife to Senator Claudius, president of the Senate’s primary council. I am one of the most powerful Matrons in Rome and could easily afford your life if I desired to take it. Now stand and approach!” Reluctantly, Maximus gets to his feet, He walks forward until the chain draws tight, then leans forward slightly arms back to either side pulling the chain tight, His muscled chest well defined in firelight and shadow. Helen approaches him and takes a small, stoppered bottle and drizzles scented oil upon his chest. Her cool porcelain skin hesitates just a second before she starts to rub the oil into his chest. “Some Matrons pay exorbitant amounts to be serviced by the most powerful gladiators, I however do not. I get no thrill from making the powerful submit. My orders are followed everyday. ” she quietly states. Working her way down she starts to rub his leg muscles as well. The oils cause a sheen upon his skin that greatly enhances his bronze coloring. The faint scent of cloves and lilacs caress his senses, it is so very different from the smell of stale sweat and death of his profession. He closes his eyes to the tender stroking of this powerful woman and wonders at her motives. If she doesn’t want him for service then what possibly could she want? His thoughts are broken as her hand kneads higher upon his thigh. He opens his eyes and looks down. She kneels there diminutively, hand slowly encircling his growing hardness. Her eyes look up at him pleading as she pulls aside his loin cloth, takes him into her mouth, and begins to work the length slowly in and out. He lays his head back and wonders again at his fortune. One of the most powerful Matrons is performing the taboo act of fellatio on him like some cheap street whore, a woman that could order his life forfeit, is ruining her fine silks on the dusty floor for his pleasure. His muscles bulge as he strains at the chains trying desperately to gain just a few more inches into her safe zone beyond the limits of his iron shackles. Suddenly it occurs to him what to do, he slowly pulls his hips back. The matron leans forward following, he moves a half step back and she follows continuing her perverse task. He gets her closer then reverses and works his cock into her throat, the situation changes and she knows it, gone is her safety in the limit of his bounds. A subtle shift, as he becomes the one in control, working more of his shaft through her tender lips. She may be powerful in stature and wealth, but now she is in range of his strength. That thought is accentuated as his hands lay upon her head controlling speed and depth. Sure he would be killed if he harmed her but what is death to a Gladiator who measures his days one at a time, where each could be his last. He begins to thrust in earnest, saliva leaks from the corner of her mouth to dribble upon her bosom, the silk dark with the evidence of their debauchery. Her chin and his cock glisten in the warm firelight, slick and moist. He pulls back and out, his solid shaft slips from her tender lips, taking it in hand be rubs the saliva across her cheeks using her dainty soft skin to clean his member. She looks up at this powerful specimen of a man, chest bulging, arms thick and solid, Eyes hard enough to have watched the death of countless men, and yet she sees wisdom, sincerity, even amusement. He points, she rises and walks over to the x shaped rack, he walks up behind and bends down closing her tender ankles in the cuffs at the base.He clasps the second one after spreading her legs, once it is in place; he grabs her fine dress and rips it from the base straight up her back. He likewise disposes of the undergarments until she stands barebacked, dress held to her front to keep it from falling. He grabs her hips spreads her ass and runs his tongue from the bottom up, she shudders, no man has ever treated her like this. He stands pressed against her back, looking up, he realizes there are no shackles, just two pins on which to grasp. He growls in her ear “hands!” She looks up and reaches forth to put her hands on each peg; the dress falls to the floor. Taking some of his chain, Teasius wraps each of her wrists to a peg. The chain feels cool and unyielding upon her skin. He reaches around and grasps her breasts in each hand, his callused fingers like sand paper on her smooth unblemished skin. He roughly massages them relishing in they’re elasticity and ability to conform, taking a nipple in his fingers he rolls squeezing until she moans and finally gasps a bit. Reaching down, his hand presses her abdomen. Simultaneously he bites her shoulder. Helen cries out head thrown back, arching her spine causing her hips to swivel back and up granting him access. There is no tenderness as his cock slides home inside her. Her tender pussy clings to his fleshy manhood like an old lover. He begins to fuck her. No sweetness, no perfumed neck, all man, taking her as he sees fit. Helen relishes in the helpless position, all her life she has been obeyed, finally she has but to do as she is told. He thrusts strongly, each cycle bringing her up to her toes as he fills her completely, his power raw and savage as he drives into her again and again, never slowing, just pure animalistic mating. He reaches around and takes both nipples between his fingers; rolling them he asks her “are you happy bitch? Do you like being my slave?” as the sound of the words fade he once again pinches harshly. Helen cries out as the convulsions erupt in her loins, “Yessssssssssss.” She begins to thrust back into him faster and harder as the massive orgasm races through her. She is a woman out of control, her hips work so violently that she pulls clean off of him and as she thrusts back she mistakenly takes him in her tiny ass. She freezes, her pure animalistic scream echoes off the walls. Her orgasm triples and her legs give way, as she sags supported only by her weakened grip and his cock. The vise like squeezing of her ass is too much and his seed erupts from his shaft, pulse after pulse shoots along and out of his cock, filling her bowels with his cum. Each contraction swells his shaft stretching her tiny ass that much further, He slows and finally stops, his head leans forward upon her, as he catches his breath against her neck. He reaches up and unwinds the chain pushing her forward to lay in the crook of the x. Maximus slides out and his issue follows, slowly sliding down her leg. He kneels and unshackled each ankle, the tender skin bruised from her thrashing. He stands and pulls her from the rack and allows her to sink down to her knees, worn and tired. She looks up at him fearfully yet reverently as no man has ever given her such release. He steps forward and presses himself to her lips. She takes him in. He wipes her hair back off her face and whispers, “goooood girl, we have more night left” The Gladiator The gladiator entered the arena to the tumultuous applause of the three thousand spectators. He raised his arms and turned to face each direction in turn, finishing with a bow to the Empress. He was tall, muscular, his body bronzed by the hot sun and toned by the months of training. He carried two weapons, yet neither seemed fit for such a figure. Wrapped round his left arm was a net of strong cord, large enough when unfurled to encompass an opponent completely with a rope to draw the mesh tight around any unfortunate captive. In his right arm was a long-handled whip, its single vicious tail snaking across the ground as he moved and ready to inflict serious pain to anyone caught by its crack when he wielded it. Instead of the full gladiator's tunic with armoured breastplate, he wore only the shortened lower tunic that hung like a heavy, short kilt from his waist belt. His feet were bare. Around his head he wore a cloth band, fashioned to resemble a victor's laurel wreath. The crowd loved him, many of them on their feet clapping and cheering as he flexed his muscles in front of them, showing off his strength and his perfect shape that every man envied and every woman desired. As the applause died away there was a roll of drums and into the arena came his opponents, ten of them. Each was unarmed, wearing just a thin, full tunic belted at the waist and reaching only a few inches down below their hips. Apart from that they were completely naked and unadorned. In contrast to the gladiator they looked weak, white, frail. Their bare feet trod lightly on the sandy arena floor, shifting nervously and glancing at the murmuring crowd. A thin ripple of applause went round the arena, but there was no doubt that the eyes of the crowd remained on the gladiator rather than on these ten newcomers, these ten young women. The Empress raised her small flag, holding it aloft until she was certain that both the contestants and the audience had seen it. A hush fell over the stadium and birds rose from the back of the stands, frightened from their roosts by the unacustom silence. The Empress dropped her flag, and the game commenced. First, the women circled the gladiator, careful to keep out of reach of his whip and far enough away to be out of any possible throw of the net. He whirled the whip round his head, its long tail whistling in the air as it hurtled in a full circle around him. Contact with human skin would cut and bruise, a long, thin, red line that spread as the blood flowed through the open wound. The women knew, and kept their distance. The odds were not in his favour. Armed though he was, outnumbered ten to one his chances of overcoming his opponents were not good, and he knew it. His only tactic was to take his chance, any chance they inadvertently gave him, to eliminate or disable them one by one until he could win over those remaining by his sheer superior strength. If there was one, just one, a little further from her companions than the others, then he would make his move. They continued to circle, none wanting to make the first move. The sun glared down on them as it did on him. The crowd grew restless. The Empress sat back in her seat, disappointed, and still they circled. He saw a chance. One woman, slightly smaller than the others, was a little close to him than the rest, straying from the circle to almost within range of his whip. He lunged, taking three steps towards her and bringing the whip at the extent of its circle behind him in a straight line at her with a crack that was audible in the furthest seats at the back of the stadium. She shrieked, not in fear but in pain as the lash cut into her skin right through her thin tunic. She stumbled, losing her footing for a moment, and at once his net was unfurled and flying through the air towards her. The mesh hit her flat and open, the edges continuing their flight and wrapping round her. He tugged the cords he still held in his left fist, drawing the net tightly around her and pulling so that she lost balance completely and fell towards him. A practised swerve to one side and several steps backwards, and she was bundled completely within the tightening net and being dragged across the ground towards him. The others were too slow. It happened so quickly they did not react in time to take advantage of it. In those few second his concentration was entirely focused on netting his victim, the others could easily have rushed in and taken him. They missed the opportunity. She was at his feet now, a pathetic bundle in his net, her tunic slashed and ripped and barely covering any of her. He should have despatched her quickly and cleanly, freed the net and looked for the next opportunity, but he too missed his chance. Those few seconds when the shock of losing one of their team made any attack on him unlikely was gone, as he looked down at the naked flesh of the beautiful young women in his net. Those few seconds cost him that advantage, and without the whirling whip the others had already started to close in on him. Frantically he knotted the net's cords instead, knowing in his heart that reducing the odds to nine-to-one was not enough, and now he had lost his most important weapon. The whip on its own was not enough. From all sides they rushed in on him, ignoring the cry of one woman when the whip caught her, wrapped round her and sent her headlong and bleeding onto her face on the arena floor. Their hands were on him, grasping him and throwing him onto his back. He fought, hitting and kicking with all his strength, hearing bone crack when he made contact. Two, three of them fell backwards screaming and unable to continue, but finally they had him. Four of them struggled to hold his wrists and ankles, one sat astride his stomach and the other sat astride his head, grinding herself onto his face in an effort to subdue him. The fight went out of him, and he lay still. She sat back on his chest. All six young women looked up to where the spectator were, without exception, on their feet cheering. The cheers died away, and the rest of the audience too all looked in the same direction, at one seat right in the centre of the stands. The Empress stood up and raised one arm, fist clenched. What should she do? Her thumb was outstretched from her fist, parallel with the ground and neither pointing up nor down. She looked at the crowd where the majority were imitating her action, but some with their thumb up and some with it down. Her choice. She could let him live and take him. She could have him as her personal slave for her most personal satisfaction, that was her right. She could use that muscular bronzed body for her pleasure, and certainly she knew and loved that pleasure well, very well. Yet, there seemed little point. On this hot day the thought of forcing her perspiring body onto him as he lay bound and helpless had little appeal to her. In any case, the last slave she had let live had lasted only two days. There was little likelihood he would last any longer. Slowly, she turned her thumb downwards. The young women gripped him tightly, knowing he would struggle again. The woman on his chest raised herself and moved forward. Slowly and deliberately she descended on him, gripping his head between her thighs to keep him still and covering his nose and mouth underneath her. She sank her weight onto him to seal him in completely. She remained there for fifteen minutes. The Gladiator Agrippina Meridius was standing in the shadow of one of the large arch ways that led into the emtpy market square; it still smelled of chickens. Of course it was empty, any sensible Roman was in-doors at this time of night. She pulled her cloak closed tighter around her, feeling a chill, depsite the warm night air. Well maybe not completely empty, there was the odd hooded figure shuffling along in the shadows across the square, making just as much effort to not notice anyone else as they did at not being noticed themselves. She was waiting for the senator Titus, who had been the one that had arranged all this. He had told her to come alone and tell no one, not even her most trusted slaves, that she was coming here to meet him. It didn't sit well with her, but after all he had done for her and her family, if she couldn't trust him, then she might as well give up now. She noticed the cloaked figure out of the corner of her eye and pressed herself up against the wall even flatter. "Agrippina, is that you?" she heard the figure whisper in the familiar voice. "Titus," she said in a whisper, exhaling. She hadn't realised she had been holding her breath. With one hand he pulled his hood back and extended the other hand to her. "Of course it is, no other woman could make the shadows look as beautiful," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. She took is out-stretched hand and couldn't stop herself from smiling. "You always know what to say to bring a smile, Titus." "Years of buttering up all the other senators, my dear," Titus said, leading her out of the shadow of the arch and headed down the street. "I'm not so sure about this idea of yours, Titus. Are you sure this is the best way to protect the family's wealth?" Agrippina asked quietly. The smooth stone of the road felt rough on her bare feet. "Well, there is no one else to give an heir to the Meridius wealth. And your husband is unlikely to aid you in that regard, as sick as he is," Titus said, giving her a sidelong glance as he looked about the street, still leading her further down the road. "I'm afraid you will have to secure an heir by other... means." Agrippina suddenly realised where they were headed. The arena. She had attended the games today with Titus, and had watched gladiators from various houses compete in the games. No wonder Titus had pressed her with questions about which ones were the most handsome; it all made sense now. "Having a son will help ensure that the other families wont be able to get a hold of your family's fortunes so easily," he said as they continued down the street. It's a good thing that it was dark out in the street, she was spared the embarassment of Titus seeing the grin on her face or the color in her cheeks at the thought of one of those gladiators... "Why don't we just wait for Gius to get better and then I can give him an heir?" she asked, squashing her previous thoughts and quickening her pace behind Titus to keep up with him. "My dear, I fear that if you have not gotten with child in the few years you have been married, then he might not be able to fulfil the task." He didn't need to tell her that he thought that her husband might never recover, but she knew that without him saying it. "On the other hand, I'm sure with your beauty and wealth, that you will find it hard to keep other men away from both of those, with no heir after he is gone." They came to a corner, and he turned to face her briefly, raising a finger to his lips. She was starting to feel the butterflies in her stomach. They both remained silent as they slipped down the street, towards the gate to the arena at the other end of the street. There were two torches burning on either side of the gate, illuminating an otherwise dark street. Two legionnaires stood either side of the entrance; spear in one hand, shield in the other. The two soldiers tensed slightly, and then relaxed as Titus stepped into the light of the torches. Titus gave the soldiers a quiet nod and they both nodded back, letting them both pass. Agrippina clutched the cloak around herself more tightly, staying as close behind Titus as she could. "Can't we just double the guard on the villa to keep the others away?" she asked in a quiet whisper. "Guardsmen will certainly protect you from your enemies, but in this city, my dear, the wont protect you from your friends," he whispered back, just as quietly. She frowned at the thoughts that entered her head with that. It was a tricky situation, protecting oneself from friends in this city. The halls that Titus lead her down were built underneath the arena to hold gladiators and other spectacles before they were let loose in the arena. The air was warmer down here, and damper. The sand was soft beneath her feet, making their footsteps almost silent. Titus slowed down and leaned closer to her. "Remember to climax, my dear," he told her in a matter of fact way. That made her blush. This old man talking of her pleasure like it was a wine he was recommending. "I assure you that hasn't slipped my mind, Titus," she said. "Well, you have the best chance of getting with child if you do," Titus said, while giving her a grandfatherly smile, but still leading her down the corridor. He took a left turn at the first junction. In front of them was a legionnaire with no spear or shield, just wearing a gladius at his side and his armor. "I trust the Gual is oild and ready, Markus?" "Yes senator," the soldier said respectfully, his hand going to the bundle of keys at his waist. He selected a key and unlocked the door, pushing it open. "Just as you requested." This didn't seem to be anything much out of the ordinary to him. "Climax," Titus whispered in her ear again as he pulled her toward the door, ushering her inside. She could feel the butterflies turning summersalts in her stomach now. The door closed loudly behind her in the quiet dungeon, making her jumping slightly. She swallowed hard. She couldn't see anything yet, the light coming in from the small windows high up cast the rest of the dungeon into darkness. Agrippina's heart was racing now, and she was breathing quicker. She couldn't tell if it was from excitement or anxiety. The cell smelled of blood and sand. And sweaty men. Not an unpleasant smell she thought. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness in the cell. She could make out a large man sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall in the far corner, with one foot up on the bed and the other hanging over the side. One of his larger arms were resting on his knee. He was wearing just a loin cloth. She had felt his eyes on her since the door opened. She knew she should drop her cloak, but her hands were frozen, holding it tightly around her still. He stirred, leaning forward on the bed and standing slowly. She felt herself get ready to move back slightly. She had been longing for a man's touch for months now, but, this man was huge. Biggerr by far than any man she had ever lay with before. He started to move toward her slowly, walking in front of the light from the windows. She could could see his muscular arms and chest glisten in the moonlight as he moved closer to her. His musky smell got stronger as he got closer. When his face was illuminated, she could see the smile on his face. This was the gladiator that had bested six gladiators at once, one of this city's finest. His sparkling blue eyes were moving closer still. She had hardly expected him to look so handsome close up, even if it was so dark in the room, allowing her imagination to do most of the work. She tried to say something, but nothing came out, her mouth was too dry. She cleared her throat, breaking the silence and getting some moisture back into her mouth. "C-can you speak Latin?" she asked. He nodded, still moving toward her slowly. "A little," he said. What was he grinning like that at her for? She could feel the butterflies in her stomach starting to get warmer. Her back hit the wall behind her and she jumped a little. She made a tiny squeak when she touched it. She hadn't noticed that she was backing up as he approached. There was no where to go now. The gladiator chuckled slightly at her surprise, still coming towards her. Her eyes were locked on his. She hadn't been able to look away since getting sight of them. He stopped, his face only inches from hers. He leaned his arm against the wall, making her shuffle away from him slightly, towards the corner of the cell. He followed, staying close enough to feel the warmth coming from his body, but not quite touching her. His other hand brushed some stray hair out of her face. She finally broke her gaze with his, following his hand, and then her eyes wondered over his muscular body. She could feel his eyes doing likewise. She realised that she had let go of the cloak and it was opened slightly. She grabbed it quickly and held it closed again, her cheeks coloring. His hand went to her cloak, pulling it open, gently but firmly. "Take off?" he said with an accent. She gasped when his fingertips brushed against her skin, giving her a surprise. "Uh, yes, when... I... Uh..." she stammered, grabbing the side of her cloak he was trying to push open and pulling it back around her, sliding the cloak more off her opposite shoulder. He kept grinning as he put his hand under the side of her cloak that was almost falling off and pushed it aside further. She tried to shrug the cloak back on to her shoulder, but all that did was help the cloak fall off her other shoulder. She could feel the cool air against her skin as her cloak slid off more and more. He put his hand underneath her cloak, cupping one of her breasts and caressing it gentley. The fire inside her was building as he brushed her breasts with his fingers as he squeezed and rolled her nipple between her fingers. She couldn't help but wriggle her toes and she had to struggle to suppress a moan. The top part of her cloak had come off both of her shoulders now, only being held up by her hands, whose grip was weakening, moment by moment. He stopped leaning against the wall, and used his now free hand to grab her cloak and slowly pull it out of her grip. He pushed her further into the corner with his body, edging closer to her. She put her hands out against his chest to stop him, instinctively, letting go of her cloak. He pinned her against the corner of the cell, his hips pinning hers to the wall, as the cloak slid off her body. Her arms were arms were covering her naked breasts still, but the rest of her was now completely naked and vulenerable. Her armour was gone; she had been wearing nothing beneath that cloak. That armour had been about as effective as his opponents armour in the arena. Now it was just his warm, almost naked, body pressing against her completely naked body. The feel of his muscular chest was not helping her resist his advances. This man could do anything with her that he wanted at the moment; and she probably wouldn't complain very much at all. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, pushing her back into the wall. He played with her breasts then tickled his fingertips across her ribs and down her stomach. She tipped her head back and gasped as she felt his fingers go straight towards her cunny. She grabbed his wrist with both hands in an attempt to pull his fingers away from her most sensitive area. It was useless, her hands did not even fit all the way around his wrist. "Oh Jupiter," she panted. She gasped again as she felt his large, rough finger slide inside her. "Jupiter no good to you now," he whispered to her, his face only inches away from hers, still grinning broadly. That warmth growing inside her caught alight, turning into a fire. Her hands were no long pushing his wrists away, she was pulling it towards her. The more he showed power over her, the hotter that fire got. Her wetness covered his fingers. This man was going to do what ever he wanted with her, and was going to do whatever her wanted with her. She was at his mercy entirely, and that excited her. He was getting more excited now. He pressed her harder against the wall, pushing the air out of her and lifting her up so her feet were no longer on the sandy floor of the cell. He slid another finger into her cunny, his hand dripping with her wetness. "Oh... fuck," she panted. He chuckled. "Yes. Fuck," he said, pressing his lips to her neck, biting and kissing her. What was that poking into her side? It was huge. Surely they confiscated his sword after he left the arena. No, that wasn't his sword. "Juno's cunt," she gasped quietly. One hand left his wrist to go to the bulge in his loincloth that was pressing into her. It was as hard as steel. And bigger than any she had felt before. His hips thrust, sliding his large manhood back and forth in her grip. His other hand left her breast and unwrapped his loincloth. It was huge, much bigger than she had ever seen on a man before, much less felt in her hands. She was beginning to rethink this whole idea. "Wait," she panted, looking into his eyes and placing a hand on his chest as if to stop him like that. "You won't fit," she said breathlessly. He moved a finger around in her cunny. She tried to stop herself from groaning by biting her lip, but it didn't work. Her hips pushed back against his fingers, and he grinned at her. "It fit," he told her quietly. "It been in tighter before," he chuckled. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she averted her eyes from his. Maybe she should have brought herself the smaller hairbrush instead. She was brought back into the moment when she heard him growl and move his mouth back to her neck. He sucked and kissed her neck. Then she felt his teeth take hold. A shiver went down her spine and she inhaled sharply; was this savage going to bite her? His teeth dug in and he pulled back, letting her flesh slide out from between them, scraping over his teeth, his fingers moved inside her, curling slightly. "Oh," she sighed, her voice waving, part with relief and part with pleasure. He was grinding his large manhood against her, it felt so hot on her skin. Part of her wanted it inside her, but another part was worried it would hurt to much. Her hand went back to his cock, gripping it and imagining what it would feel like inside her. The gladiator groaned into her neck, his hips thrusting more now, grinding her up against the wall with every thrust. The feel of him grinding her against the wall with his hips, his musky, manly smell and the feel of his hard, muscular body was starting to over power her caution. Her breath was coming quick and her heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted to feel it inside her. "Fuck me," she panted in a whisper. He raised his head from her neck and she gasped as she felt one of his large hands engulf her neck. Her hands flew to his wrist instinctively, trying to pull it away. What was he going to do? She was scared but she was sure he wouldn't kill her like this. He leaned forward so his mouth was next to her ear."We fuck my way," he told her softly, almost whispering. She nodded quickly, finding it hard to talk or put up much resistance with the hand on her throat. She tensed up as she felt him slide his finger out of her cunny. She relaxed slightly, she felt so empty now. He let go of her neck and she gasped, regaining some of her nerve. "Now look here you..." she said heatedly, putting her hands on his chest, trying to push him away from her, with little success. He was quick as lightning. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head. She gasped with surprised. He had overpowered her so easily, and try as she might, she couldn't budge her arms, no matter how hard she tried. By Jupiter, he was strong. His hot, muscular body pressed her hard up against the cool wall of the cell. His hot cock was rubbing against her nether lips. She could feel her wetness trickling down the inside of her thigh. Her blood was pounding, her resistance melting away. He pushed his hard cock against her cunny lips, she could feel it sliding inside her. She groaned as he pushed harder, it felt almost like she was being split in two. It felt wonderful. She writhed, sandwiched between him and the wall, as he slid more of himself inside her. She groaned loudly as he filled her, inch by inch. It kept going, more and more of it sliding into her. His cock was the biggest thing she had ever felt inside her before. More and more entered her, would it never end? It felt like she had an arm inside her when he finally stopped. He started to pull out of her slowly. This made her groan and squirm under him, still pressed against the wall. He thrust back into her hard. "Oh fuck!" she said, taken by surprise. She ground into him, trying to get more of that large cock inside her again. He let go of her wrists and his hands went down to her breasts, squeezing them and pressing her into the wall. His thrusting was slow and hard, jolting her with ever thrust, making her whimper slightly every time. She lifted her legs up, wrapping them around him. He started to fuck her faster and harder, she could hardly hear anything over the sound of her panting and her pounding blood. She was so close cumming. She was pushing his ass towards her with her feet on every thrust, encouraging him to go faster. He fucked her hard and fast, he could tell she was close by the way her pussy was squeezing his cock with every thrust. She felt her orgasm start to wash over her, the warm from her pussy spreading all over her body, making her go rigid. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream and her eyes were clenched shut. Her hands on his back left marks where she scratched him with her nails. Her pussy pulsed on his hard cock, squeezing and relaxing. He was panting hard and his ass clenched tight with every thrust, her pussy gripping his cock was pushing him over the edge. His hot seed squirted inside her with every thrust. Her waning orgasm picked up again with the feeling of his cum inside her, washing waves of pleasure through her body again, making her back arch. They were both breathing hard and fast, the cell wall was definantly a lot colder than before when she leaned back against it. Her legs were still wrapped around the gladiator, holding him inside her still. Their foreheads touched, and they looked into each others eyes. He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but smile back too. There was a knowing sparkle in his eye that made her blush and look away. That had been amazing and he knew it. He knew what was expected of him and he moved away from the wall so she could gather her things. She unwrapped her legs from his waist, putting her feet back on the ground as he moved away from her, back towards his bed. She almost fell over when he let go of her. Her legs were still shaky after her ordeal. She could still feel his gaze on her, drinking her naked body in. She knelt down as fast as her wobbly legs would allow and picked up her cloak that lay on the ground. It was getting a lot cooler now, and she didnt know if that was from the air or from the eyes gazing at her. She stood and draped the cloak over her shoulders. "Than-", she stopped and cleared her throat. "Thank you for your... services," she finished, blushing. He just nodded and smiled, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall again. His large cock, shiny with her juices, gleamed in the moonlight. She was surprised she had fit the whole thing inside her still. "Guard!" she said loudly, turning to the door. There was a scraping of metal on wood and the door opened. Agrippina pulled the cloak closed tightly and stepped outside. Titus was standing outside, waiting for her. He held out a hand toward Agrippina. The Gladiator "You did climax, I trust?" Titus asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She blushed. She couldn't bring herself to say anything as she took his hand. He led her back out through the passage ways of the arena's dungeons. The guards at the gate were different now, the moon was sitting a little lower in the sky now. "Lets get you home, shall we?" Titus said with a grin as they headed down the road towards her villa.