Freya Ch 02

Dominicus had a habit of bringing one of the female slave fighters to the more important fights to serve as both his eye-candy and pretend girlfriend, and of course, he picked Freya the most. For Freya, it just showed that he couldn't convince any girl to be at his side out of her own free will, but what grated her most of all was the ridiculous outfit she had to wear for the occasion. A gold plate was dangling from her hips and fixed a purple fabric covering the space between her legs. Her breasts weren't so much covered but encased by a bikini made from thick, winding golden threads. Finally, her neck was girt by a golden ring, to which the chain was affixed which Dominicus was right now pulling -- not because she followed him too slowly, more because he could.

He had awoken her this morning in her cell, telling her something about an important fight. She couldn't quite remember the details, as she was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while he told her. But from the looks of the arena, it was an important fight alright -- it was filled to the brim with expecting eyes, even though it had looked as if it would start to pour any second all day. Freya could feel a faint sting of jealousy and hated herself for it immediately.

They made their way to Dominicus's throne, with him pulling her chain sporadically, and Freya struggling to keep on her feet. When they arrived, Dominicus fixed her chain to the ring let into his seat for just this occasion, while Freya watched him with weary eyes. When he was finished, Dominicus stood upright, with his arms spread out in front of him, his usual move to get the audiences' attention. Silence began to spread through the arena. After some time, he began his speech.

"My dear friends of the arena, today I have something exceptional for you! As most of you may know, there has again been an incursion into the breach by our brave explorers. While their main goal was to find out more about this great danger to our civilization, they brought us back a marvelous specimen of the highest fitness for your viewing amusement in the arena! And now, without further ado, I present to you "The hundred"!"

With the last sentence, he sat down. The audience remained quiet, the silence only broken by the squeaking of the iron gates on the other end of the arena. Freya grabbed the binoculars by her seat and fixed her gaze at the darkness inside the gates. Slowly, there emerged the phantoms of shapes out of the darkness. Could that be... legs, sticking feet first out of the darkness? And sure enough, it was, but not only that... Freya could feel goosebumps rise out of her neck as she got the first good look at the breach spawn. It was a mass of feet and arms arranged into a round shape. On the inside there was a ball of skin, punctured by eyes, ears, and mouths. The view was obstructed by feet that stuck out from this ball at regular intervals. They were joined to the ball at the hips. In places where there were no feet, pairs of hands without heads emerged from the central ball, fused to it at the rib cage. The shocked gasps by the audience agreed with Freyas own feelings upon this bizarre sight.

The... the hundred as Dominicus had called it made it's first few steps into the arena... if you could call it steps at that. The legs it stood on pushed the body forward, until it landed at the next set of legs, which did the same. It sort of rolled in a controlled manner. Some distance from the iron gateway, it came to a halt and... screeched! It's many mouths made a similar, high-pitched sound, which made for a very weird sound. Dominicus took that screech as his cue, and rose again.

"To test the fighting skills of this creature, we will send waves of fighters out to face it! The first wave will consist of one fighter, the next of two, and so on. The hundred will face them without any weapons. Now let's see how it will fare!"

With this, he sat down again. Through the thicket of whispers, Freya could hear the iron gate open, and the lone footsteps of the first fighter on the arena's sand. The fighter, armed with a sword and a shield, came into view at the edge of the pit, turned around and got to his knees. "Please, Dominicus! Take me out of here! When I agreed to this fight, I didn't know which creature I would fight! I don't stand a chance!"

While the fighter was making his plea to Dominicus, the Hundred started to move in his direction. It started to roll slowly, but picked up speed rapidly. Shortly before it reached the fighter, he noticed, and started to turn around, but too slowly... As he was halfway around, one of the feet kicked him with considerable force. The kick hit the fighter in his rib cage, produced a sickening crunch and flung him into one of the walls. Freya couldn't see the body anymore from her vantage point, but from the stunned silence, she guessed that it stopped moving. What strength this creature commanded! The ball in the middle must be full of muscle that could be used to control every one of its appendages...

The hundred armed itself with the sword and shield the dead fighter had left behind, and just -- stayed there. It didn't exhibit any showmanship, but how could it? Not much was known about the lands behind the breach, but Freya doubted that they exhibited the same level of corruption as did the empire, letting people fight for entertainment. The crowd went wild nevertheless, overcoming their fear and nervousness over this highly unusual creature in light of his fighting prowess, and celebrating its victory as usual. It was not long, however, before two fighters appeared, and the crowd fell silent again in anticipation.

Freya was curious to see how the hundred fared in armed combat, but Dominicus had other plans. His hand grabbed her head by her hair, and pushed it into his lap. "You are going to make this show so much more enjoyable..." She was a pinch annoyed by this, but she had expected it -- the forced service came with the trips to the arena. Her hands parted his robe and lay bare his flaccid cock. He seemed more interested in watching the fight than guiding her head with his hands, so she was free to deploy her techniques. She began by kissing his balls and sucking them into her mouth, and made her way to his penis. While still flaccid, she sucked it into her mouth and swirled the head with her tongue. Although she couldn't hear him through the fighting noises and the general ruckus of the audience, she knew that she had to be doing something right from him getting slowly hard in her mouth.

When he was fully erect, Freya started to take his penis fully into her mouth. It took a bit of pushing to get his head through her throat opening, but she had experience and managed it without gagging. Sure, it would be a bit more uncomfortable this way, but Dominicus would also come faster, which would allow her to see more of the fight. And besides that, it filled her with perverse lust to know that her mouth was utilized to the fullest extent. Dominicus seemed to take notice, as his hands returned to her head and held her in place just as his dick rested in her throat. After some time, he let go, and Freya tilted her head backwards, gasping for the air taken away from her for the last moments by his dick and his hands. After some breaths, she put her mouth over his dick again and let it fill her throat. She let it slide in and out of her throat for a few pumps, before turning the attention of her tongue to his head, circling the sensitive skin around it and also playing a bit with the small hole at the top.

After the following pumps in her throat, she let it out of her warm, wet mouth, and set to work with her hands. Her right encircled the shaft and began pumping motions, while the fingers of her left played with his head. While this gave some variation to the blowjob and made him come faster, it also allowed her to take some glances towards the fighting pit. Five new fighters had just entered the arena, and the hundred was dominating them. It had armed itself now fully, an array of different weapons and shield combinations sporting from the arm pairs. It hacked and slashed with such a ferocity that some weapons broke upon contact, furthering Freyas suspicions about the muscles in the core. She could just take note of the torrential rain that had started while she was busy servicing Dominicus, as he spotted the direction her head was turned, and pushed it back towards his crotch with an annoyed grunt.

She returned to her alteration between pumping his penis in and out of her throat, servicing his head with her tongue and letting her hands take care of his member, but now she didn't only take joy in her technique, she was also getting wet. Her thoughts kept wandering to the hunk of muscles in the arena, savagely hacking away at his opponents without a thought for the audience, concentrated only on the fight. When her thoughts turned to all the penises tucked away between his multiple legs, a little shiver went through her. It must have registered on Dominicus dick also, which was buried in her throat again presently because she could hear a moan of his through the noise of the arena.

After a few more pumps into her throat, he grabbed her mouth and began to shove her up and down on his dick. This signaled his imminent arrival, and also made it harder for her to breathe. She tried to get into his rhythm, just as he pulled her off his dick and held her in place, hovering over it. She realized at the last moment what was coming, and closed her eyes just as the first few spurts of his cum splashed against her face. The spurts of his warm and creamy liquid started to lower in intensity and frequency and stopped.

His hands freed her head, and she got into a seating position again. She brought her hands into position to wipe away the cum covering her face when he swatted away her hands. "It stays on your face, bitch. Let the whole arena see that you are my whore." Her face began to turn red, as the shame of her being used being displayed for all to see washed over her. And sure enough, she could see the first faces in the audience turn to her. She could imagine the sneers and snickers of the onlookers more than she could hear it over the clamor of the arena, but it was enough to make the feeling almost unbearable.

To save her from having to endure this humiliation, she turned her attention to the arena. As the cum began to cool off on her face, little droplets splashing from her chin onto her lap, she examined the hundred inquisitively. Of course, it hadn't taken notice of the whole affair, but for Freya, it had added to her feeling towards it. Yes, it was attractive, she couldn't deny the warm feeling in her slit even after this entire ordeal. Her thoughts were with its multiple manhoods and its immense strength. But something else was as clear as day for her. It would help her escape.