Posted by NBabe on April 03, 1999 at 20:08:59:
I hear a banging of metal and metal and someone yelling
"Jilliandra, get up you lazy slut."
"It is time for your daily lessons, then tonight you will have a large meal and your freedom with the male slaves and then tomorrow it is the arena for you."
It is Maledor the gladiator master. I stretch and feel the effects of the stone slab on which i sleep with its thin layer of straw. There is a bucket of stale water in the corner that at least awakens me more. I think of the time before the Romans, the time when i was a respected noble person of my people. I have been lucky though, i have survived five times in the arena. If i can last but five more i have been promised freedom.
The doors of the cells swing open and we all file out to a large room with a number of long wooden tables. The women warriors sit at one side of the room and the males on the other. I can see Carpathius, a tall good looking male from Helvetia on the other side. I fancy him quite a bit since three rotations ago in the arena i spent the night with him. I remember the silk gown and perfumed waters and his warm body on and in mine. I hope we can be together again. I also pray to the goddess that she not have me in the same mass fight as he is in. I could not bare to kill him. I know it would either be to fight to kill or we would both die and i do want to survive and go home.
The meal is typical and undescribable. I can not even tell if it is meet or grain. It has a singular taste to it that is totally bland. Tonight there will be fruit and fresh vegetables and roasted beef and all the wine we can drink then we will be paired for the night. We can sleep late and will not be separated until about an hour before the fight just before sunset. My thoughts are still on the body of Carpathius as we go out into the training ground. Suddenly i feel the sting of Maledor's whip across my back. I can feel the welt with my hand but i refuse to allow tears to flow.
"Jilliandra you whore, get you mind working, or i'll have you killed now rather than giving the citizens a bad show"
After two hours of drills, we are led off and separated again. The women are taken to a bath. It is the first any of us has had in many days. Well since the last time we fought in the arena. The perfumed waters are warm and feel so good on my bare skin. I see how pale i am under all the dirt. The guards watch closely as i soap and wash my breasts and between my thighs. With my eyes closed i can pretend it is Carpathius's hand and not my own and i know not all the dampness there is the water from the bath. When we exit and dry, we get our gowns. Mine is long and a pale green. My shoulder length blonde hair looks good resting on it, as it matches my emerald eyes. My breasts push the fabric out from my flat belly and my hardening nipples strain at the fabric. My rounded feminine arse is hugged by the silk that outlines each of my curves.
We file into the meeting hall. There are tables of food and drink and ......the males. I look around hoping to see him. My eyes finally meet his, Carpathius is coming toward me. He reaches out his hand selecting me to be with him for the evening. My heart pounds in my chest. His touch is like fire to me, my thighs are ignited and i can feel the juices rising within me. He leads me to the food. We fill bowls with fruit and meat and vegetables and take two goblets of wine. We find an area away from most with a pile of skins and pillows and sit and begin eating.
His hands touch me from time to time heightening my desire for him. His fingers walk up and down my inner thing and his fingertip circles my nipples outline on my gown. The food is wonderful. We gorge ourselves on it as it may be the last we ever taste just as each others touch may be the last kind touches we ever feel. After 3 or 4 goblets of wine our mouths and hands are roaming each others bodies. His hands feel warm as they slip under my gown and over my bare skin. His skin feels warm to my cool hands. My heart feels like it could explode inside me it pounds so hard as his hand slips between my willing legs and his finger rubs along my slit. I pull the gown up over my hips and torso and over my head. My firm tits bounce as they are freed from their confinement.
His toga is likewise removed and his manhood stands hard and throbbing and ready. I can not help but wrap my hand around its heat and feeling it throb on my palm. I press my lips to his our tongues meet as I lower to my back savoring his weight on top of me. My thighs separate as he moves between then and i help him spread my pussy for the delightful stretch of his first penetration. Soon i feel his size filling me inside, stretching my walls and the friction of him moving against them. My muscles shudder and contract as my passion grows to my pleasures release. His lips surround my nipples as he kisses and suckles at them. I have the first of what will be 7 orgasms this night. After his seed has filled me, he lays with his manhood still filling me til it is once again limp and withdraws of its own accord from my hot wet pussy. An act that will be repeated several times this night also.
I lay snuggled in his strong tanned arms dreaming of freedom and having him with me forever. Being my husband, my lover, the father of my children. He whispers to me.
"If we have to fight on the morrow, i will gladly allow you to win and kill me so that your life will continue".
I frown, "no my love, you can't. They would know and if suspected even, would kill us both. You must try to win and if need be kill me as i will you if i have too. Let us hope that we don't have to fight."
Through the night we talk and make love and fall deeper into love. We make promises to each other that if we must fight we will each try our best. Sunrise comes to soon. We stay in our nest away from the other until late in the day when the guards round up the males and move them out. Then the women are taken to the armory. We are stripped of our gowns and told that tonight the patrons have demanded fights among naked contenders. We each are given a weapon. Mine is a trident.
Finally, it is time, we march out into the arena. Men from the north and women from the south. We can hear the crier call the way the fight will be for the evening. It is to be a free for all. Find an opponent and fight, only two can fight at a time, no ganging up. We make the traditional salute and separate and spread in the arena awaiting the trumpet to start the fight. The roar is deafening as we stand there. I see Carpathius on the far side of the arena. Then the sound of the trumpet cuts the air.
I run to the first person i see. I know her, her name is Gieselle and she is a gaul. She is taller than i and dark haired. Her tits are large and round and her nipples are also large and harder than a dinar coin. Her belly is flat and hard and her ass barely quivers when she walks. She is armed with a short sword and screams something in gaellic as i approach. I think it be a curse from the look on her lovely face. Her eyes almost glow as she swings her sword which i deflect with my trident.
Parries and thrusts are exchanged over and over. My hands sting from the vibration on the handle of the trident from her strikes. Stupidly i let my mind wander, but i am snapped back by a stinging on the back of my right thigh. I look down and see the end of a gash and feel the warmth spreading down my leg toward my knee. I can see my blood on the blade of Gieselle's sword. My leg quivers a little and i drop to one knee, Gieselle thinks she sees her opening and rushes toward me. Just at the right time, I drop to my back and plant the handle of the trident in the dirt. Her momentum carries her onto the sharp tines. The middle one about an inch directly above her navel, and the others three inches to either side. I can see the skin depress before it is torn assunder and the tines begin to sink into her guts.
Her motion, my lifting, and the immoveability of the trident in the dirt lifts her off her feet as the tines slide even deeper into her soft guts. Blood is pouring from the three wounds as she screams and her feet kick and her legs tremble as she is lifted overhead and thrown to the ground behind me. The handle snaps off the trident and she lays on her back on the ground squirming her belly covered with blood and dirt. The head of the trident stuck deeply in her belly with some of her guts protruding from the large tears they have made in her. She breathes in gasps as i take the sword from her hand.
I kneel on her lower abdomen and raise the sword above my head with both hands. I drive them down and hear the cracking and splintering of her sternum and the blade smashes through it and shatters the bone. Her eyes roll up in the immense pain of the moment and a gasping sigh emits from her. Her whole body trembles for a short time as blood spurts from her chest from her severed heart. Finally, her body stills and her eyes stare into space. She is dead. She looks calm and peaceful in death.
I have had the first kill,and according to the rules can not attack anyone until there is another who is not fighting. I stand and watch as the guards drive a hook through Gieselles left tit into her chest and pull her limp lifeless body through the dirt to the crocodile pit and toss her in. I can hear the noise as they fight over her tasty body and rip it to pieces. The animals have to be fed and the Romans do not waste good meat on them. I hear a scream and see another fall. I rush over to engage the winner, now slightly rested, the blood not so freely flowing from my thigh now.
Oh no, it's Corina, my best friend. She only looks at me and mouths the word "sorry" and charges at me with a wide swinging blow. I block it with my sword and return the blow. Back and forth we parry and thrust and lay on blows for over an hour. We are each very tired, but my short rest before our engagement has proven to be the deciding point. Corina musters her strength and thrusts high. I duck under her thrust and drive my sword into her soft supple skin. I catch her directly in the navel. I feel the resistance of her skin and then the smooth slide through her guts and the grind against her spine as the point stands out her back. She screams as her head lays back and her eyes roll up.
Without thinking, i twist the sword and rip it from her body. She stands for an instant and her hands hold the gaping wound trying to hold her guts and blood in her body as her life is oozing from her. She slowly sinks to her knees with a look of agonizing pain in her face. I can't believe what i have done to my best friend as i look at her blood on my sword, hand and arm. She gasps and looks at me pleadingly, "end it fast," she gasps. She is wavering on her knees as i rapidly swing my sword. There is what looks to be a thin red line around her pretty neck until blood gushes from it and her body violently shakes and her head tumbles to the dirt of the arena floor. Her eyes look at peace as it lays there looking at it's once beautiful body twitching as it lays headless in front of her.
Suddenly there is a great roar from the crowd. I look around. Across the arena i can see that there is only one more competitor. During the time Corina and i fought, all the others were killed. I walk toward the figure slowly, sword in hand. As i approach i can tell it is a male, very dirty and covered with blood. Finally, at 20 feet i see ......on no please by the goddess let it not be true......it's Carpathius. He appears uninjured it looks like it is others blood that covers him. The only thing i dreaded has now come true. I hope he remembers our vow. One of us must die, but we shall await the other in the Elesian fields.
We cross swords and whisper to remember the vow to each other with a hushed low "I love you." We begin trading blows and i can feel his strength in his blows. I am nearly spent and am no match for his strength and must rely on a quick solution and luck to win. My mind is filled with the fact to ever go home, i must kill the man i love and for the man i love to live, i must die.
His blows are sapping my strength as we continue trading them. Then, he slips in the loose dirt of the arena and drops to a knee. I rush toward him and prepare to strike an overhead blow. My mind is suddenly filled with pain. My eyes roll and i hear a scream exit my throat. I look down to see the skin of my belly depressed around his sword as it has penetrated about 2 inches into my gut about an inch above my navel. His face has a horrible look as i see my momentum make me slide down his blade as i feel the hardness cut through my guts and then feel the pain of the point as it punches through the skin of my back. I hang impaled on his sword up to the hilt my blood warming my lower belly and trickling down my thing. I can feel my vagina growing wet and contracting as my brain rejoices in the saving of my lover.
I can see him look at my blood as it coats his hand his face in dispair. I can only whisper "I love you" as i drop to my knees. I waver and fall backwards my blond hair being matted by the bloody dirt of the arena. I can see the sword handle move as i breathe in short gasping sighs. The pain is enormous as my eyes wander aimlessly around the arena and back to his face and the sword in my belly. I can feel my arms and legs twitch beyond my control and my firm ass grinding into the dirt with the squirming of my body.
I see him lean and see that he has picked up my sword. He comes closer and draws back the sword to thrust. I know he will make it as quick and painless as he can. As my mind pictures the home i never shall again see, his thrust starts forward but as the damned fates would have it, my pain wracked body convulses and he misses my heart. Instead, the point penetrates through my left nipple and tit and slices through them grinding on my rib as it slides into and through my lung before scraping the inside of my shoulder blade.
The pain is very great, but i can not scream. I am too weak, i can feel the taste of blood in my mouth as more and more of it flow up into my mouth from my lung and makes it hard to breathe. I can barely see his face, i want to see his face, oh please by the goddess i am so scared let me die seeing his face. He lifts me cradling me in his arms. I can see tears in his eyes as he looks on my pain filled eyes and bloody body with the two swords sticking out of it.
I see a dagger in his hand as he press the point to the outside of my right tit and angles it so it will pass under my breastbone and into my heart ending my pain. I feel the sharp pain of it's penetration and the coldness of it as it slide through my tit and between my ribs and the explosion of my heart as it penetrates it, i can still see his face as i feel new warmth spurt onto my chest and then...................
Her dead ears do not hear the crier proclaim Carpathius the winner of his tenth arena match and a free man. Her stilled heart does not feel the love he carries for her the remainder of his years. Her dead eyes do not see the pain in his face from having killed his lover and now seeing her body carried to the tiger den to feed the animals that will fight in the future. Her bones finally put to rest in an unmarked grave outside the arena.