The Arena of Torment

by Geoffrey Allen

  Circo immediately released Nydia and she went straightway to her master, falling at his feet and throwing her arms around him.

  “Get up child,” he said tenderly. “You have done well in saving both gladiators from death and suffering. From now on you shall be my new wife and will do my bidding.”

  “But where shall we go?” Africanus asked.

  “To the port of Orculanium. There we can get a ship to take us to Egypt or Britannia. But first there is something I must do.”

  He led Nydia into a room and closed the door.

  “You are a grown woman now, and have proved your worth. Now you must learn to fuck like a grown woman. We have a little time before we set off.”

  Nydia unwrapped the towel and tossed it aside and stood naked before her master.

  At his bidding she got onto her hands and knees, thrusting out her pert bottom.

  “You must learn to take a flogging from both your husband and master,” he said, determined that this one wouldn’t be the trouble the last one had been. “To endure the lash without crying out and, more importantly, learn to embrace the sexual arousal it brings.”

  “Yes, master,” she whispered, hearing his tunic fall to the floor.

  For a moment, his hands lovingly caressed her bottom. To his experienced eyes it resembled a pale peach at sunrise, glorious in its beauty and softness. He reached beneath her and fondled her hanging breasts, teasing the enormous, succulent nipples as they hardened quickly to the touch. He put his hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her sex, feeling the soft, satin texture of her pubic hair. He was glad that she hadn’t been sex shaved.

  His hands left off fondling her and reached for his belt. Nydia knew not to cry out, but to endure the lashing he was going to deliver. She must get used to being beaten and fucked by her master, and must learn to love it.

  The belt whistled into her buttocks and she gritted her teeth, emitting only a subdued grunt. But as the belt continued to welt her thighs and buttocks a new-found feeling of lust and longing surged through her slim loins. Every stroke brought an increasing desire to be fucked hard. Quintus lashed her thrusting bottom with increased strength, pausing only to hear her lustful gasps and groans. Louder and louder she grunted at the exquisite pain tingling through her soaking sex. She raised her bottom higher, willing him to beat harder. But Quintus slowed his pace and flicked the belt over her slender hips, teasing her now, testing her endurance not to climax so quickly. It was a test of her womanhood to see how long she could resist the lash before begging for his cock.

  When he considered she’d had enough of the belt, he ran his fingertips along the welts, pressing hardest where the welts were broader and more livid. He heard her gasp at the increased pain, but so far not a cry had escaped her lips. Her sex was dripping with desire, her nipples itching for his lips. Now she wanted her lord and master more than ever. But still she kept silent, biting her lip and grinding her teeth. Never before had she experienced such acute sexual longing or the need for a hard cock to ride her pulsating sex.

  Quintus knew she had suffered and was ready. His erection slipped easily into her soaking tunnel. There was no need to force it in to her with the brutality of a satyr. He rode with long, thrusting strokes delighting in the gasps and lustful pants of satisfaction coming from her parted lips. She looked over her shoulder, her face ablaze with blissful adoration as her master pumped her relentlessly.

  While he rode her, the gladiators kept watch on the road, ready to act if anyone approached, but the countryside was empty.

  “I could never have killed you, Circo,” Africanus said sadly, her hand resting on his cock.

  “Nor I you,” he replied, giving her large breasts a fond squeeze. “But you have come a long way, my beautiful black gladiatrix. In time you shall be the best.”

  “Under your tuition,” she replied, fondling his balls. “Have we time to fuck again?”

  Without waiting for a reply, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders and lifted her weight. His hands were swiftly under her buttocks, raising them level with his hardened cock. Africanus opened her legs and locked them around his back and was penetrated with one eager thrust. He carried her to the door and leaned her back against the jamb.

  “I thought you’d fallen in love with Fortuna,” he said, bending his powerful thighs and driving his manhood deep into her trembling slit.

  “I thought so too,” she whispered, clinging like a limpet and bucking her hips, feeling him riding her hard.

  “No man could match her dildo. It’s legendary amongst the gladiators, so I thought you’d never want another man inside you.”

  “It’s not the same. A dildo never wilts, but a man’s cock is real flesh and blood, and it comes.”

  “Nothing like pumping you full of hot, gladiatorial spunk,” he laughed, and bounced her buttocks as fast as his strength allowed.

  Her breasts flattened against his chest and he felt the warmth of her against him. Her arse was firm and solid and so smooth to the touch, and he fondled her buttocks marveling at the silky texture.

  “You’ve gone harder,” she gasped, her face lighting up.

  “And you’ve gone wetter,” he replied, hearing her cunt sucking and squelching.

  He kissed her voluptuous lips; kissed her heavy eyelids; and fondled her gorgeous bottom, could feel her enormous erect nipples on his chest. He fucked her hard, crashing her bottom and back against the door frame until the whole flimsy building shook and rattled. Africanus jiggled her calves around his hips and flexed her muscular thighs. Her eyes misted from the sheer joy of having his cock trapped in her belly. As she rose to her climax, she hoped Fortuna would understand and forgive her hasty departure. But perhaps she knew all along that she would flee rather than kill her lost lover in an unfair contest. Circo gave a final quake of his loins and shot his whole load, flooding her sex and keeping her clinging to his body until his cock went limp.

  She fell from him and leaned against the door as Quintus and Nydia emerged from the room.

  Nydia tied up her hair and Africanus could tell from the satiated look on her face that she had been well fucked. In a way, she owed the girl her life and the future she would share with Circo. It had taken no small amount of courage delivering the note and messages. If she had been caught she would have been crucified or ripped to shreds by the beasts. She moved forward and kissed the girl full on the lips.

  “She is no longer a slave,” Quintus announced. “I have granted her her freedom. Now we must go. The sun is setting and we must be in Orculanium before dawn.

  They set off, Circo leading the way with Nydia following dutifully behind. Africanus and Quintus brought up the rear, keeping a keen eye on the surrounding hills. Soon, the Gods willing, they would all be at sea, on their way to a distant and foreign land.

  They walked all night, stopping only briefly to fill their stomachs and quench their thirsts. The wharves of Orculanium were busy even at that early hour of the morning. Cargo ships were unloading their holds, lead and tin mostly imported from Britannia, along with animal skins and iron ore. Quintus made for one of the ships at the embarkation dock and waited at the foot of the gang plank whilst a horde of young women were taken aboard. They were heavily chained; each fitted with a collar and chained to the woman in front and behind. He watched them herded below in frightened groups and then boarded the vessel.

  The ship was destined for Britannia, taking girl slaves to the newly Romanised Britons who wanted females trained in the more refined household arts, rather than the unruly Celts. They would also be useful plying the oars on the voyage. The vessel was fitted with cabins and could carry passengers in reasonable comfort. Quintus motioned his followers aboard and told them to keep out of sight until the ship was at sea. Even now, with Rome far behind, he was still uneasy. Octavia was capable of anything and he was beg
inning to regret not having her killed. He had an uncanny feeling that he hadn’t quite seen the last of her, but dismissed the thought from his mind and went into his cabin.

  Circo lay on the bed, arms folded behind his head and staring idly at the roof. Africanus sat stride him letting his cock rest erect against her belly.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, sweeping her braids over her shoulder.

  A shaft of sunlight came through the cabin window and lighted on her breasts. How magnificent they looked, so large and perfectly shaped, full and firm, the nipples hard and excited now that they were all embarking on new adventures.

  Circo reached out and gave each shining globe a gentle squeeze. “I think we’re heading for Britannia, my homeland. If Quintus intends to set up in business there, we shall do well my black Goddess. The arena at Londoninium is well favoured and girl gladiators are highly prized.”

  Her bottom lifted from his thighs and she reached underneath, guiding his cock into her sex. Circo gave a sigh of satisfaction as she lowered her buttocks and began rocking steadily to and fro. There was no need to hurry now. They could take their time and enjoy each other without fear.

  “I wish we were going to my homeland,” she said softly, wriggling her hips and embedding his cock hard into her belly.

  Circo pinched her nipples and she winced at the sharp pain shooting through her breasts.

  “Just be thankful we’ve escaped,” he said seriously. “The emperor is probably searching for us right now, and you know what would happen if he caught us.”

  She nodded and bent forward, swinging her breasts over his hairy chest, letting the erect nipples tease his skin. He gripped her hips and started bouncing her over his middle. Africanus flexed her vaginal muscles, closing the walls around his cock and holding the throbbing shaft tight. He lay still while her cunt petals moved softly around him, caressing his entire length. She was the only woman he had ever fucked who could bring him off using her sex lips while he lay still. He closed his eyes and felt nothing except her lips and sex enveloping his shaft, slowly milking his juice from the tip. It oozed from her sex and ran hot over his thighs. Then she reached her climax, opening her mouth and breathing fast. He liked to watch her face when she came; the eyelids growing heavier, her parted voluptuous lips panting faster, her shoulders and breasts trembling and shaking as she poured out her flowing essence. Her pelvis shuddered and she slumped over his body raking his back with her fingernails.

  Then the bed pitched gently from side to side. The ship’s timbers groaned and the sound of running feet bounded across the deck above them. From somewhere below a whip cracked and the oars dipped gracefully into the sea.

  Africanus looked out of the window and saw the wharves pass by. Then the vessel turned sharply to port and the whole of the ocean came into view.

  Circo ran his hands over her silky buttocks and gave them a playful slap.

  “It’s been a long while since I whipped these splendid moons,” he grinned.

  Africanus smiled a broad sexy smile and reached for his belt. She let it dangle from her hand, the buckle resting on his chest.

  “No time like the present,” she purred, and bared her bottom, the look on her face one of pure ecstasy.

  The belt whistled into her buttocks and she jolted forward, her face level with the window. She looked at the endless horizon and smiled again at the pain and pleasure tingling her sex.

  “Harder,” she whispered. “Much, much harder.”

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