The Arena of Torment

by Geoffrey Allen

  “It’s not possible. No woman could have two men at once.”

  He shook his head. “That woman could satisfy a horse.”

  They waited patiently until the next three men riding her had dismounted and ordered her onto her knees.

  She climbed off the table and dropped to the floor.

  “Please I need the pot,” she pleaded.

  “You can piss after you’ve had both of us in your mouth,” Galba said roughly.

  Not for the first time did a feeling of complete helplessness overwhelm her. Her master had sent her there as a plaything, and there was nothing she could do, or anyone who would come to her aid. She only wished that Circo was there to defend her. But more and more he was becoming a distant memory. All she could do now was suffer the constant humiliation and pain inflicted by her tormentors.

  She opened her mouth and felt Galba’s cock glide effortlessly between her lips. Once inside her mouth, he angled his body sideways, making room for his companion. Lacinius stood beside him watched by the rest of the gladiators staring in disbelief at his cock gliding in beside Galba. The throbbing cock heads touched and her cheeks swelled, stuffed full of the two cocks pushing against them. Slowly the men rocked on their heels, letting her mouth gently ride their erections, but keeping well inside her hot, soft lips.

  “I told you this bitch could have a horse,” Galba remarked. “Now let’s see if we can both come at once. That’ll give her something to swallow, eh lads?”

  Involuntarily, she reached up and held both organs in her hands, steadying the throbbing shafts now pressing deeper in her throat. She flicked her tongue over the pulsating tips, teasing the shining, delicate skin, working her tongue under and over the grooves.

  “The bitch knows how to use her tongue,” Galba remarked, grinning.

  Lacinius said nothing, but stared at the widely stretched lips, creasing at the edges, wondering how she could take so much male meat in her mouth at one time. In a way he was beginning to admire this beautiful black gladiatrix. She certainly had courage if nothing else. Even the most seasoned whores in the lowest lupanars of Marcellum would have baulked at taking three men at once, let alone have two in her mouth. He hoped she wouldn’t choke when they both filled her throat.

  “The rest of you can come over her face,” Galba suggested, seeing the frustration on their faces. “Or if you prefer, you can use her tits as target practice. First one to spatter her nipples gets to fuck her mouth.”

  Africanus let their juices slither down her throat, swallowing in great gulps as they came in unison. It was Lacinius who fetched a jug of water to wash her mouth. She grunted and shook her head. A dull ache spread through her lower jaw and she rubbed the side of her face to ease the pain. Galba allowed her time to gargle and spit the water from her mouth.

  “Now you can have her,” he said to other gladiators, in a tone of disgust.

  “I need to piss,” she reminded them, as they gathered in a semi circle.

  “Do it here,” a voice commanded. “On your feet and open your legs.”

  “Let her piss in peace,” Lacinius intervened. “The girl has a right to some privacy.”

  He was not as well built as the others, but there was something quietly menacing in his tone that commanded instant respect. Even Galba nodded his assent and she went off to the toilet alone and unescorted.

  She squatted over the communal bowl still tasting their spunk on her tongue. What she assumed was going to be a glittering career, winning both fame and fortune was proving the worst form of slavery imaginable. Even when she toiled at the wheel she had not been subjected to this appalling degradation. It seemed that life had become one long round of punishments. Even having sex was considered a crime. She got up and wiped herself wondering if it was worth her while to fail and be sent back to her old master. But failure was a sign of weakness and she would not give them that satisfaction, and Quintus had hinted darkly that failed gladiators were sometimes sent defenceless into the arenas as sword fodder for the real, fully armed gladiators.

  I shall die with honour, she told herself, and went back to where the men were waiting.

  “On your knees,” one of them said, already grasping his hardened cock.

  Africanus dumbly obeyed and they formed up around her.

  “Open your mouth,” a tall, shaven headed gladiator rasped. “And put out your tongue.”

  A ripple of laughter broke the silence. This had to be the very depths of humiliation, kneeling naked, thrusting out her bare breasts, keeping her mouth open while they jerked off all over her body. Already she felt degraded and soiled. But that she realized was all part of Quintus’ plan, to break her spirit and leave her numbed and obedient. After this display of total abasement, she made up her mind never to have sex with anyone again, man, woman, or that strange creature that her mistress had matched her with. From now on she would become exactly what they wanted, a ruthless, cold blooded killing machine

  She closed her eyes and waited.

  As if in a dream she heard their hands urgently working on their cocks, their breathing coming in rapid pants as they rose to their climax. One of them, the first to come grunted and shot his load. In a flash she opened her eyes and saw his spunk shoot in an arc and spatter on her chest.

  “Missed,” he laughed, as it trickled through her breast cleft.

  The next stream landed directly on her right nipple and a cheer went round the room. She closed her eyes and felt two more hot jets of spunk splash over her breasts. Then another quickly followed landing on her face. She grimaced and turned her head as another jetted in the well of her throat. So far not one of them had managed to come anywhere near her tongue. Suddenly she burst out laughing.

  “Is that the best you can do?” she taunted.

  The good natured banter abruptly ceased. If there was one thing calculated to incur their wrath, it was being held to ridicule by a woman, and a slave at that. Looks of simmering anger darkened their faces and they went into a huddle murmuring about how they should punish her.

  Quintus had given strict orders not to beat her, but only to humiliate her sexually. Spanking, they concluded, could be allowed if it was deemed sexually humiliating. If she was going to behave like a precocious girl, then they would treat her like one.

  “Over my knee,” one of them commanded her, seating himself on a stool.

  Africanus obeyed, stretching her long legs behind her, she rested her belly on his knees, offering up her bottom for the punishment she knew would soon follow. A spanking would be nothing compared to what she had already undergone.

  “Did you ever see such a splendid arse?” he called out, placing his hand on her cheeks. “Such fine skin and so smooth, and strong,” he added, kneading the buttock flesh. “And her cunt,” he said, working his fingers around her labia, “the finest in all the Empire, but much trafficked judging by the size of her hole.”

  He spanked her cheeks with the precision of an expert, not hitting her hard enough to leave a mark or cause any pain, but lightly, going all around her crease and pubic mound, spanking her with gentle slaps.

  Africanus couldn’t understand why he wasn’t slapping her arse a lot harder, making her scream and her eyes water. The top half of her body hung limply over his knees, her breasts hanging by their full weight swung to and fro as she jerked and squirmed each time he spanked her. Another hand had gone between her open legs and was playing with her sex, cupping and squeezing the mound until her belly went cold. Slowly the hand was working her towards an orgasm; the sight of her impending arousal was not lost on the rest of the men gathering at her rear. Her breathing started to come in swift pants and her legs went rigid, as straight as spear shafts and devastatingly beautiful to see. Her thighs hardened, the muscles flexing as the spanking increased. Her nipples were fully erect and tingling, pointing their hardened bud
s to the floor. Her hands formed into clenched fists beating the floor with loud, hollow thumps.

  “I’m coming,” she wailed, choking back a sob.

  Then the spanking stopped and the fingers working inside her slipped from her soaking slit. It seemed as if the whole world had stopped, leaving her breathless on the very precipice of orgasm.

  “Please, don’t stop now,” she begged. “I’m so close.”

  The men gathered at her rear watched fascinated as her sex lips trembled and quivered. A mere trickle of sex juice dripped from her gaping sex. The slightest touch would have had her screaming in ecstasy, but none came. A pair of hands went under her chest and started fondling her breasts, teasing the nipples and manipulating the wobbling flesh.

  “Why don’t you bring me off?” she shrieked, suffering agonies of frustration.

  “Because we like seeing your cunt winking at us,” a voice taunted.

  Then it began again. The same hand slapped her bottom, going under the cheeks where the bottom and thigh crease was most sensitive, spanking the fullness of her buttocks now glistening and shining with sweat. She bucked when one of the gladiators thrust his hand inside her sex. Now he started fist fucking her, marveling at the size of her cunt, making lewd comments about how a horse would be hard pressed to satisfy her. More hands grabbed her legs, squeezing and pinching her thighs and calves, smoothing their whole length and wondering at the smoothness of her skin. Suddenly their hands were everywhere, going all over her body, but mostly paying close attention to her breasts, buttocks and thighs. Even the roughest of them knew where a woman’s secret places of arousal lay. But there was nothing secret about what was happening to her now. Her whole naked body was on display, offered up for anyone who chose to abuse and finger it, and every time they heard her betraying signs of coming anywhere near an orgasm they stopped and left her panting and gasping. She wanted to cry out for it to end but her mouth was dry and her tongue thick. Her sex was aching and it seemed as if a heavy weight had formed inside her belly.

  “Please,” she croaked, biting on her tongue. “Make me come.”

  “Not yet,” Galba teased. “Not until you’ve learnt your manners. What would you say to a rock hard cock riding your cunt? Would that make you happy?”

  “It’s what I want,” she pleaded, digging her fingernails into her palms.

  “Then let’s hear you beg for it,” he taunted, spanking the tops of her thighs and backs of her knees.

  “Please, fuck me,” she wailed, tears trickling down her cheeks.

  “Louder.”

  “Please, I want fucking,” she groaned.

  Hearing her begging for their cocks made the gladiators go erect and Galba shot them a sly grin.

  “You heard the bitch. She wants fucking. Decius, you’re first.”

  Africanus spread her legs willing the throbbing cock to penetrate her frustrated sex. It would only take a minute to give her the satisfaction that her body desperately craved. He positioned himself between her quaking thighs and gently rubbed her sex lips with the tip of his cock. Africanus held her breath waiting for him to thrust hard into her tunnel. Her fists had clenched so hard the knuckles turned white. But he just went on playing the hot glans around her labia, pausing every now and then to touch her throbbing clitoris.

  “Now it’s Avitus’ turn,” Arius announced.

  “Please, get on and fuck me,” Africanus shrieked.

  “Not yet. It’s only fair that everyone has the chance to play his cock around your dripping cunt,” Arius told her. “It’s all part of the gladiatorial code, everyone gets an equal share of the spoils, and that includes you, my frustrated slave.”

  “I’ll take them all,” she offered. “But just get on and fuck me.”

  He spanked the sides of her arse cheeks, then the backs of her thighs while two of his companions tickled her labia with their cocks. One penetrated her, gave a brief shove of his loins and swiftly withdrew. The sight of her quivering cunt was amazing as the swollen lips sucked and quivered, the inner petals flowering in front of their very eyes.

  “I think one of us should finish her,” Lacinius said, looking at the terrible agony distorting Africanus face. “The poor bitch has suffered enough.”

  “Very well,” the man holding her agreed. “We’ll give her what she wants. Bring a wine bottle, someone.”

  “She wants a cock, not a bottle,” Lacinius said firmly.

  “So she might, but she’s not going to get it,” Galba ordered maliciously.

  “Perhaps we should ask her,” Varius suggested.

  Arius gave her rump a hard slap. “All right, which would you prefer, a bottle, or a nice hard throbbing cock?”

  “I want cock,” she wailed, knowing how much they all enjoyed baiting her.

  “But you’re not going to get it,” Arius told her. “Unless you’re willing to take all of us.”

  “Give it to her both ends at once,” a voice suggested.

  “What about her arse. I think she needs her bum fucked. Look at those cheeks just ripe for fucking.”

  Arius smoothed his palm over her bottom. “All right, my beauty, are you willing to have it up your arse?”

  “I’ll have you any way you want me to have it,” she said, past caring what they chose to do with her.

  A pair of hands hauled her off Arius’ knees and she was dropped onto all fours.

  “Brace yourself for the biggest fucking of your miserable life,” she heard Arius say, and his cock sank into her sex.

  A hand grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Her mouth opened and was speedily filled.

  “Now ride us, you dirty cow.”

  Her hips and head broke into a rocking motion, riding and sucking on the cocks filling her sex and mouth. After all she had suffered; she wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if they withdrew without giving her the completion she needed. But being forced to beg and plead for anyone to fuck her made her feel cheapened, no better than a sex crazed slut eager to satisfy her lustful cravings.

  Arius finished quickly before she had a chance to come and deliberately left his cock inside her, smiling grimly as it went limp. There was nothing more frustrating than having a cock that couldn’t bring her off. Inside she felt its hardness wilt and then its soft fleshy stem shrink from her quivering sex walls.

  The man at her mouth came just as quickly before she could even savour his hardness.

  “You bastards,” she hissed.

  “Temper,” Arius chuckled, sliding out of her, and slapping her thigh.

  “That’s enough,” Lacinius intervened, and he pushed Varius out of the way and rammed his own pulsating weapon hard into Africanus’ sex.

  No one tried to stop him riding her, and no one used her mouth. They just stood and watched as she panted like a galloping mare. Her breathing was deep and raucous, almost like a death rattle as she worked herself to orgasm. Her hips and buttocks pounded against the man at her rear who in turn was giving her just what she wanted, a rock hard cock slamming against her clitoris and sex walls. Her cunt made a sucking sound as the vaginal walls closed around the shaft. She was so tight that Lacinius had difficulty keeping up his momentum. He knew that she was no longer in full control of her body and it was her sex that ruled her emotions. He went with her, keeping his cock fully embedded in her belly, holding still while her hips thumped against him. Her arse cheeks wobbled and danced in a way he never thought possible, squeezing hard one second, then going softer the next, and all the while the sweating ebony skin constantly rippled and shook. She came with a great cry that rose to the rafters and then she tumbled forward and lay still.

  “The girl’s finished,” Lacinius said softly. “Now let her sleep in peace.”

  And they left her alone curled in a ball, hugging her knees and snoring, thankful that Lacinius had
at least shown some signs of pity.

  Chapter Seven

  At the end of a month’s training Drucus judged her fit for combat with her new trainer, Fortuna. She was shorter than Africanus, but only by an inch or two, well built with good breasts and wonderfully honed limbs. Her red hair fell in curls around an oval face blessed with fierce green eyes and a generous mouth. She had a reputation for moving fast. Some said she was the fastest gladiatrix in the Empire. So far her tally of slain opponents numbered twenty. She was also highly paid and had her own modest villa on the outskirts of Rome and a couple of slaves to wait on her. At Quintus’ ludus she was given her own room and was assigned a young female slave to fetch and carry. A male slave unloaded her personal armour and weaponry and carried it to the store room.

  “Let me have a close look at you,” she said, after Drucus had formally introduced them.

  Africanus bowed, pleased now that her hard physical training had ended. Now she would be looked upon with greater respect engaging in real combat. She had also refrained from having sex with anyone, although she did masturbate in her bath occasionally. The lesson that Galba and the others had taken such delight in teaching her had sunk in. After that she thought she’d had enough sex to last her a life time, unless of course, Circo happened to come into her life, but that, she thought was just wishful thinking. From now on it was dedication to duty, absolute obedience and total subjugation to those who owned and controlled her.

  “You’ve trained well,” Fortuna congratulated. “A good body and strong limbs. No fat that I can see. Your tits are large, but a tight fitting breast plate will take care of that little problem, or should I say, big one. Have you used the rudis?”

  “I haven’t used any weapons,” Africanus replied testily.

  “Well, that’s why I’m here, to train you in the art of swordsmanship and all that it entails. But first we must decide exactly which type of gladiatrix you are best suited for. You are familiar with the different types of gladiatorial combat, I suppose?”