by Syra Bond
Caristia watched the tip of his tongue open the muscular ring, working its way in and driving Arria Sulla to tighten herself with a wave of stiffening rapture. The Nubian gripped the stave across Caristia's mouth and lifted her off the ground. She gasped through her nostrils and clenched her teeth tightly around the wooden bar. She hung in his hands, her feet kicking as she tried to twist herself so as not to lose sight of her mistress. The Nubian laughed and spun her back and forth. Caristia saw Arria Sulla in fleeting images as Fronto delved his tongue deep into her anus, opening it, making it receptive, making it wet. She saw him take it out and bend her forward against the strain of the javelin across her elbows and she watched, captivated, as he plunged his cock, suddenly and deeply, in one thrusting movement. Caristia could sense Arria Sulla's stifled a scream and, as she saw Fronto holding the javelin and riding her, plunging deeply, bringing himself to orgasm, the slave dropped her onto his own stiff cock. She felt the swollen glans between her legs and opened herself, not knowing whether he wanted her cunt or her anus. Then she felt it penetrate and her eyes widened and she clenched her teeth as tightly as she could, biting into the timber bar in her mouth, straining for breath through her nostrils. The huge cock filled her anus completely and when he thrust it further it expanded until it would hardly move.
Saliva flowed from Caristia's mouth, running over the bar between her teeth, tricking down her chin and dripping onto her naked breasts. She saw Fronto calling the young men over and watched as he bent Arria Sulla forward, curling her head down until her back was a delectable arch, so they could bring their whips down on her straining body. Each time a whip cracked against her back or smacked sharply against the upperpart of her buttocks, Caristia's anus dilated and allowed the Nubian's cock to go deeper. Each stinging blow on her mistress's naked skin caused Caristia to want filling even more, and as the blows rained down and Fronto tightened with his orgasm, Caristia took it all. Her clitoris throbbed as the Nubian forced her head down on the ground and bent her like her mistress. She did not know who beat her, she did not know who wielded the whips but she buried her face in the dust, slurping around the stave that was bound between her teeth as the Nubian's cock stiffened in a final pulse of energy, then filled her completely with a surge of hot semen. The whipping continued but it was the heat inside her rectum which brought on the convulsions of her own climax, and they continued until the last blow was delivered across her stinging, red-striped bottom.
Caristia was helped to her feet by one of the Nubians. She was not sure if it was the one who had penetrated her or not. She stood unsteadily, allowing her orgasm to dissipate, allowing the tension in her body to slacken. The stave was taken from her mouth and her teeth marks were clearly visible on its surface.
Drusus stood beside her, looking away from her but conscious of her presence, his hands by his sides. He took hold of her shaking hand and, pressing it tenderly, whispered only one word close to her ear. 'Escape,' he said softly, and her heart started beating so rapidly again it made her gasp.
Chapter 7
The House of the Gladiators
When Bec had been taken from Rufo's house by Magnus he had, under Rufo's orders, dragged her to the House of the Gladiators, on the north side of the town on the road to the Nola Gate. This was the centre of gladiator training for the whole region, and for much of the empire. Slaves were sent here by their masters for training by Sparton, himself an accomplished winner of many past contests and, since achieving his freedom, a rich and sort after trainer. Although most of the gladiators were men there were some women and occasionally Rufo had a promising candidate trained. If successful a female gladiator could achieve a very high price and Bec, beautiful and brimming with uncontrollable rage, was the most promising candidate he had seen for a long time.
Sparton had recognised her potential straightaway and since she had been there, under his cruel and demanding tutelage, she had become accomplished at many of the most sought after fighting skills. She wrestled and boxed strongly, fought with sticks - a favourite of the Romans, handled a sword and a lance like a soldier and was fearless when forced into cages with wild animals. She was considered superior to many of the men who, if ordered by her mentor, Sparton, she took on without any qualms. Those who watched were struck by fear as she straddled her vanquished foes, spitting and biting and screaming like a devil from hell. Rufo visited the training camp every week, paying Sparton his fees and checking on the progress of his protégé. Each time he saw her, poised like a warrior, glinting in polished training armour or stripped naked, her muscular legs and arms oiled and flexing under the tension of sword, shield or spear, he grew more excited by the prospect of her value. Sparton said she was still difficult to handle but Rufo knew it was that very sense of uncertainty which would excite the crowd and make her command the highest price.
'She is like the great Theogenes, who fights his adversaries with such courage the crowd treats him as an emperor,' he told Rufo, pointing to a massive gladiator pinning his wrestling opponent to the ground. 'What an ox, eh Rufo? See him grasp the waist belt of his opponent, see how his leg tackle brings his enemy quickly to the ground as if he was a sack of flour. Only last week he lost his teeth in the arena, but swallowed them instead of spitting them out so his adversary could not know his injury. Theogenes! Present yourself to Olconio Rufo.'
Theogenes ran over in short, paced steps and stood before them. He was naked except for a silver-linked chain around his muscular waist.
'He is magnificent,' said Rufo, looking at the perfectly proportioned gladiator from all angles. 'Wonderful! May I?'
'Of course. Of course,' said Sparton keenly. 'See what a prize he is. Go on. Check him. You will find no fault. '
Rufo looked closely at Theogenes, then staring into his eyes Rufo cradled his genitals in his hand. He weighed them, nodding with satisfaction as the gladiator stood completely still. He encircled the naked man's thick cock with his fingers and nodded with satisfaction at its fleshy girth.
'And what of my student?' he said turning away. 'Is she coming on well?'
'Bring out our black-haired tigress!' shouted Sparton. 'Bring out the warrior Bec.'
A heavy gate clanked and two men with spears entered a dark tunnel. There was a brief pause then, in a cloud of dust and spitting with anger, Bec was driven into the arena. The gladiators gathered around edged forward excitedly and shouted encouragement to the wild-eyed tigress. She bent her legs wide and crouched, turning to the right and left, baring her teeth and snarling. She was a wild animal, clad in only a black leather thong pulled tightly between her legs, her body glistening with sweat in the hot sun. Her firm breasts rose to hard peaks at her nipples and, when she tensed her thighs, the outline of her cunt was impressed against the inside of the tight leather moulded against it.
'You have bred a fine animal, Sparton,' gloated Rufo as he gazed at his prize possession. 'She looks indomitable.' He smiled as a thought occurred to him. 'How would she fair against your favourite, I wonder?'
Sparton beckoned Theogenes to him.
'My dear Theogenes, let us see your skills against this spitting animal. See if you can tame her, bring her to heel. But mind, she must not be injured or Rufo here will be charging me!'
Theogenes looked hard at Bec. He bent his legs slightly, curling his toes into the dusty ground, breathing deeply as he opened his hands, holding them forward, bending the tips of his fingers, enticing her to approach him. Bec turned to him and bent, reaching forward in readiness and squatting as low as she could so that she was perfectly balanced. The thin leather gusset of her thong pulled tightly against the flesh of her cunt, dipping into the central valley and pulling against the moist inner leaves. She licked her fleshy lips, then with no warning she lurched forward and grabbed Theogenes by the throat.
She had taken him by surprise with her sudden rush, had broken behind his guard and thrown him off balance. She pressed her thumbs against the front of his throat and stared into his reddening fa
ce. She spat into his eyes, then following up the confusion she had caused in his mind, stepped past him on his right side, swept her right leg backwards, knocked both his legs from beneath him and sent him crashing to the ground. She released her grip on his throat as he fell in a cloud of red dust. For a moment she stood astride him, throwing her head back, shrieking loudly as if the victory had been won - but her triumph was short-lived. Theogenes turned quickly, grabbed her right ankle and punched hard behind her knee. She crumpled as her leg gave way and as she lost her balance he reached high up her right thigh, encircled it with his muscular arm and brought her down.
Caught off guard she landed heavily, her shoulder and face striking the dusty ground before she had time to bring her hands up to save herself. She spat mud from her mouth as Theogenes linked his arm behind her elbows and squeezed them together behind her back. He strained her backwards, lifting first her face from the ground then her shoulders until her firm breasts were exposed. She squirmed like a serpent but could not escape; Theogenes had her fast and was not going to let her go.
'Your little tigress is not in the first class yet, my dear Rufo. She must learn much before she would be the match of Theogenes.'
The gladiators surrounding the pair laughed and clapped in mock applause. Bec's black eyes shone with the reflection of their taunting faces and her mind filled with uncontrollable anger. She relaxed and dropped forward in Theogenes's grip. He relaxed his hold and the instant she felt it easing she raised her back against the lock and broke free. She turned on him and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Blood poured from the wound and when she looked up it dripped from her lips and stained her teeth. Theogenes looked surprised. Taken unawares he was unsure what to do. He looked across to Sparton, hoping he would unleash him; allow him free reign over this upstart animal.
'Do not injure her Theogenes! Do not injure her!' shouted Sparton with some anxiety. 'But do not allow her to humble you. The time of your retirement is not yet come. Show us that you are still the most skilled gladiator in the whole of Rome.'
As if released from binding chains Theogenes brushed Bec aside with a single blow. She fell to the ground and growled at him like an injured dog. He dropped astride her and pinned her shoulders down with his knees. She tossed her head from side to side and he took her face in his hand, pinching her cheeks until she stopped.
'Do not injure her!' shouted Rufo nervously. 'Do not injure my investment!'
Theogenes lifted his naked buttocks from Bec, reached back and took hold of the top edge of her leather thong. He pulled it up, pinching the flesh of her sex between the narrow gusset and the tops of her thighs. He twisted it until he saw a glimmer of pain on his victim's face. She had revealed her weakness, her submission to his strength, even if only for a fraction of a second and he ripped the thong upwards, tearing the leather laces that held it on her hips and exposed her cunt to the searing air. He held the thong up like a trophy and the jeering group around them closed in and shouted loudly.
'My investment!' shouted Rufo anxiously, trying in vain to see what was going on behind the closed ranks of the gladiators. 'My investment!'
Theogenes pressed his knees down on Bec's shoulders, raising himself up so that his full weight pinned her down. His cock dangled above her face and he let its tip brush her lips. Still holding the thong in the air he reached back again and ran his fingers through her dark pubic hair and her sex lips. Their fleshiness opened under his touch and his fingers slipped easily inside. Bec tightened her expression and licked out with her tongue, tantalizing Theogenes to let his cock come closer to her mouth. He laughed, and at the same time as he drove his fingers into her sex, he squeezed the leather thong into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth. She fought against him but he was too powerful. One of the gladiators handed him a wide leather belt and he wrapped it across her mouth, sealing the thong inside, then tightened it and buckled it behind her head.
Bec twisted and turned as she lay pinned between Theogenes's legs. He lowered himself and rubbed his cock against her cheeks, encouraging it to harden in his hand. She turned her face away but he held her long black hair and pulled her back into position. The gladiators cheered him on as he sprang to his feet, grabbed Bec's wrists and spun her around. She fell forward as he took the spare end of the belt around her head, yanked her wrists up between her shoulder blades and bound them tightly together. He dragged her across the dusty arena, the crowd of shouting men milling around excitedly. Theogenes bent Bec forward, pulled down a rope that was hanging from a beam and secured her wrists to it. She hung on the rope, unable to keep her balance, suspended by her wrists.
Theogenes turned to Sparton and Sparton nodded approvingly.
'Yes Theogenes,' he called, 'punish your vanquished foe. Here, try her first with the cane.'
Sparton handed Theogenes a thin willow cane, as long as a man's arm and whisker thin. Sparton took it in his left hand and swished it by the side of his ear, testing its meagre resistance and listening to the sound as it cut through the thick air. He smacked it across the palm of his hand and rubbed the line it left with his thumb. He turned back to his victim, his cock now fully erect and throbbing. He rubbed his right hand across Bec's muscular buttocks. She twisted away from his touch and he smacked her bottom as if telling her to stay still. The loud smack only caused her to twist more and she kicked backwards, catching him on the shin before he smacked her again, even harder.
He faced away from her and pressed his hips against hers, then with the cane in his left hand he encircled her wriggling waist and clasped his forearm beneath her stomach. He lifted her slightly off the ground and the feeling of his power, and her enforced subjugation to it, caused her to kick even more frantically. He tilted to his right and lifted her onto his hip. Again he used his right hand to smooth the skin of her bottom. Again she began thrashing wildly and again he smacked her hard. The gladiators let out a shout as the spanking sound filled the small training arena, and when Theogenes brought his hand down again and a redness started to appear across Bec's bottom, they shouted even louder.
Their roaring cries filled his ears. It was as though he was in the arena again, pandering to the crowd as they encouraged him to humiliate his enemy. He smacked Bec again. She hung against his hip for a moment, absorbing the pain, suffering its penetration, before starting to fight against him with renewed vigour. Another smack, again slapping loudly as the flat palm contacted her tensed flesh. The gladiators started to chant rhythmically and Theogenes timed his smacks to the syllables of their dirge - 'Fla-gell-o! Fla-gell-o!'. Each time they started he drew his hand back and, after holding it above his head while they sang out a long expectant 'gell', he swept it down so that the smacking sound coincided with their loud crescendo 'O!'. Again and again Theogenes spanked her writhing bottom, again and again she twisted and turned in vain attempts to escape his grasp and again and again the gladiators roared their approval as they joined in with their chorus.
Bec's bottom reddened - two patches across her pale skin slightly bigger than Theogenes's hand - and as she tired she slumped more heavily on the rope, allowing her buttocks to open so that her sex was easily visible between them. It glistened with moisture and, as she opened herself more with each blow, the soft mounds of flesh that surrounded the wet slit engorged and opened. Theogenes tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her higher, bending his face down to her bottom then licking the reddened patches caused by the spanking. She kicked her feet but one of the other gladiators took hold of them and restrained her. Theogenes opened her buttocks and let his tongue slip along her exposed crack. The soft edges opened under the touch and he probed the base of her clitoris, encouraging it to swell before letting his tongue delve deeply into the dark, moist interior of her cunt.
He licked her deeply, forcing open her reddened buttocks so he could push his face fully between them. He slid his left hand, still with the thin cane in its grasp, up between her legs and held onto her pubic hair, pulling it and stretc
hing the flesh of her cunt so that it tightened against his tongue. When he pulled his face away her sex was fully dilated and soaked. He released his grip on her and she slumped heavily on the rope, a gasp stifled by the gag in her mouth exploding from her nostrils with a heavy snort. Two gladiators immediately took hold of her ankles and splayed them wide. Theogenes stood between her open buttocks, smacking her rhythmically as he brought the tip of his throbbing cock closer to her vulnerable, wet cunt. When its tip touched the soft outer leaves she struggled hard, throwing her head back and twisting her shoulders, but it was impossible to escape; she was completely trapped.
Theogenes pushed his cock in deep and, bending forward and reaching beneath her, he lashed the cane repeatedly across her breasts, striping them red and hardening her nipples as he drove himself to a massive and convulsing orgasm. He kept up the thrashing while he finished, embedding his cock each time another rush of semen spurted from him, and only when he finally stood back and took a deep breath did he drop the cane and let Bec hang, gasping noisily through her nostrils on the rope that held her wrists.
Suddenly there was a stir at the rear of the training yard. Arria Sulla's Nubians were making way for their mistress. Caristia walked behind her, dressed only in a short tunic and looking down shamefully, still suffering daily beatings for her conduct at the gymnasium and constantly threatened with more punishment by her hard-to-please mistress.
'Caristia! Here! Closer!' Arria Sulla shouted angrily. 'Do I have to have you spanked just because you are too slow? Here!'
