Glad E 8 Er

Marcus and Claudius left the Gladiatorial Arena together -- still arguing about today's man-to-man matchups. Both were slave owners. Marcus had his gladiator win, while Claudius had his gladiator lose in non-competing fights. There should be a better way to match competitions on some scale other than their previous win-loss records. There are height, weight, and skill differentials as well as age and number of fights recorded experiences to consider. Sure, it complicates the matter, but it would be fairer. After so many years of training, housing, and medical expenses invested in a gladiator, losing him to a less than worthy, mismatched and lucky opponent just didn't seem fair.

Such were the lives of the privileged. To have the power to control whether a slave lived or died -- at the will and pleasure of the local Roman governor was the ultimate. It wasn't his long term invested money being lost. The amount of compensation for gladiatorial slaves was a set price and non-negotiable. Owners had no choice but to enter their men in competition. Slave lives were cheap enough. Human lives were cheap. Then, of course, there was the side wagering.

"I don't know about you, Claudius, but after a hot afternoon in the hot, Italian sun, I need some time in the baths. I also need your new slave girl from Britania -- what's her name? -- to rub oil all over my body. Those limestone seats do my ass no favors. Since she's your slave girl, I'll pay you for her services if you send her today. I'll be collecting my winnings on my man. Maybe your fee for Bellicia will soften the blow to your purse from your gladiator's loss today.

"She's very new. I don't know whether she's been trained in service or not. She is beautiful and she seems intelligent, but she hasn't learned our language since she's been in Rome."

"For my purposes, she has no need of language -- just the short-term use of her female specialties."

"Don't harm her, Marcus. She's becoming one of my favorites. The nicer I treat her, the nicer she is to me. If you do something to harm that, I'll never send you another girl. You'll have to travel to Pompeii and take whatever common lupa you can get in the Lupanar. They might be skilled, but they will also cost you more."

"You know I will be kind -- unless she's the feisty type -- and I need to show her some discipline. In truth, I'm too tired for that kind of action tonight. I just want a mellow evening with wine, Bellicia, and song. You'll have her back in the morning -- or by midday, but she will need some rest because I am sure I'll get what my money's worth."

"Oh, very well."

"I'll have my wife's handmaiden send you some spiced body oil of sandalwood and vanilla. Bathe her well and bring her to me. I want her to escort me in my litter to the orgy tonight. If she arrives with me, she won't be accosted by the others. I can protect her. If she serves me well, I may be tempted to buy her from you."

"I will demand a very high price."

"I'm sure you will, but it's a buyer's market, these days. The streets are glutted with slaves for sale. I'll settle my account with you tonight so you can enjoy your evening."

***

In the house of Marcus Adonis, his wife, Lucretia, prepares to go to the gladiatorial schools to select a lover from the victors of the day. One that isn't too badly beaten, cut or tired. She will want all his strength and power. It has been quite some time since Marcus visited her bedchambers, but now she feels a powerful need. While Marcus is still a young and powerful man, he has a wandering eye and lustful attitude for variety in women. No doubt he will be with one of Claudius' women at the orgy tonight. Claudius has a keen eye for female slaves and pays for only the best for his house.

An hour later, her litter bearers arrived at the top gladiatorial school and were greeted by Antonius, the owner. "I'd like to review your livestock, Antonius. Do you have a fair selection?"

"Only the best, my lady. For you, only the very best."

"Pick three of your best and chain them standing spread eagle so I may select for myself. I also want to judge their contempt."

"It shall be done, my lady."

Turning to one of his house slaves, "Bring some wine for our guest and be quick about it."

"I shall return to you very quickly," my lady. Enjoy our humble hospitality while you wait."

***

Marcus stood in the deep water bath under the fountain that circulated the heated underground spring waters. He could feel the warmth washing away his tension and accumulated grime of the day. His mind was set on the young Bellicia. He began to fantasize about her. She was lovely, but would she have been already spoiled by Claudius, or would she still be trainable? Any trade can be learned, and Marcus loves to teach. A woman's body was like a fine musical instrument. It should never be mishandled or mistreated. She should be doted upon and decorated with fine clothing and jewels. Her bare feet should never touch the ground and remain soft and tender -- likewise with her hands. She should never be given hard work that toughens her skin. She should be pampered, but she should remain humble and demure outwardly, and devilish and adventurous behind closed doors. In all his years of philandering, his personal search for such a woman remains ongoing.

As he lay on the massage table, he could feel his muscles loosen under the strong hands of the masseuse. "Pay attention to the lower back muscles. I expect they should get much use tonight, and I want them in top condition."

"Shall I use your customary sandalwood and vanilla extract oil from India?"

"Of course. You know it's my favorite scent. The ladies love it."

***

Back at the gladiatorial school, Antonius escorted Lady Lucretia to the three gladiator slaves being presented by Antonius.

"Because your visit was unannounced, we have not had time to bathe them properly. We will, of course, clean and bathe your selection for your use at your discretion."

In the viewing chamber, three strong men were chained as requested with their arms stretched out above them and legs separated below wearing only a soiled leather loin cloth. Each had muscles that were sharply outlined. One man had a full beard, but the other two were clean shaven. All three were considered outstanding male specimens and experienced gladiators. It was hot down in the lower chamber and the men dripped with perspiration.

Lady Lucretia stood back and looked at each man carefully. Suddenly, she produced a leather flogger hidden inside her toga. She walked along the line of men and waved it over each one's skin threateningly to judge reactions. As she walked around behind the men, she took a good look at their ass muscles. They would be the driving force for the hard fucking she intended to put them through.

"Are these men virile? Do they favor having sex with other men? I demand their full attentions, Antonius."

"I shall see." One by one, she stroked the flogger on their loin covered buttocks, but not too hard. She wanted to see what they looked like when they clinched. She handed the flogger to Antonius as she again strolled along the front side of the men. She produced some oil from inside her toga and doused it on her right-hand palm. One by one, she raised the front flap of their loin cloths and stroked each cock with her oiled hand to feel it rise and harden as she looked the man directly in the eyes. She gave it several strokes. She preferred the look of the hard ones, and especially the longest and fattest one.

"Are you enjoying this, gladiator?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Would you serve well under my command?"

"I will, my lady."

She added more oil to her hand and reached underneath his balls and oiled his asshole before pulling her hand forward to massage and feel the fullness of his balls.

"You have big balls, gladiator. Are they full of seed? Do they need emptying?"

"Yes, my lady."

"You flinched when I oiled your asshole. Are you a virgin?"

"I have not had sex of that nature, if that is your question. I have had many women before I became a gladiator."

"What is your name, slave."

"I am called, Attilius."

"Clothe him and send him along. I'll have him bathed and properly oiled at my villa." With that, she tossed a bag of silver coins to Antonius. "I paid you handsomely for handsome goods. I'll expect him within the hour."

She turned back toward her selection. "If you get out of line with me, or try to run, Attilius, I'll have you killed. Do you understand? I think you'll find that one night with me will be something you may like to repeat at another time. In fact, you'll want to live for even the possibility of repeating it."

"Antonius, keep the bearded one in mind for my next visit. Soften his beard with oil of the coconut palm." In her mind she thought, I may like to try his full lips and tongue at eating my pussy. "I'll be expecting Attilius within the hour."

***

With the young Bellicia from Britannia now delivered, Marcus selected a new toga for her. Her hair needed styling. All that was being taken care of by one of the female house slaves. When she was finished, she was brought before Marcus for inspection. She was stunning and beautiful -- more so than Claudius would have made of her. He walked over to her and smelled her clean body. It had been moisturized with the special oil his handmaiden had provided.

He unfastened and dropped her tunic top. Her breasts were firm, proud, and pointed with hardened pink nipples provoked just at being admired. Marcus looked her in the eyes and reached down and inserted two fingers into her pussy and brought them up to his nose, then into his lips. "You, my dear, will become my new favorite... or should I say flavor. You may rest assured you will not be harmed, and nothing will happen to you unless you agree. I treat all my women likewise and therefore have the happiest house in all of Rome. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Bellicia could only judge by his voice tone and inflections. So far, he had done nothing to harm her -- nothing that Claudius wouldn't have already done. Yet, somehow, Marcus was different. He had a softer look in his eyes when he looked at her. He had a softer touch. She could feel that he believed she was special. She tried smiling a little, then nodded in the affirmative.

Marcus took her by the hand and led her outside where the litter bearers waited in the evening sunset light. The governor's orgy plans would be getting underway soon and he wanted to arrive and be noticed with this lovely young woman from Britannia.

The two of them entered the governor's villa, were properly announced to the crowd of rowdy revelers who could have cared less. The wine, food, and entertainment flowed freely. He found his reserved area and they both were served wine and food as the dancers from Espania put on their show. On one side, there were the elites who cared for nothing or knew nothing but controlling the world and using money and slaves to make more money. They had no soul. On the other side were the lesser merchants who hoped to garner favor with the elites any way they could. As a well-established businessman, Marcus was able to not have to kowtow to either sector. He had no politics tonight. He gave his attention to Bellicia.

She seemed shy at first. She made sure his wine goblet remained full, and his plate was freshened. When Marcus would lean over and whisper something into her ear -- that she didn't understand -- his gentle breath caused chills down her spine. She enjoyed that and kissed him on the cheek, no matter what words he said. She knew her place, but she believed she was being treated well and with respect. As the wine took over the brains of many in attendance, Marcus kept his head. When he was ready, he would like to enjoy Bellicia in every way. He noticed that she drank very little. Perhaps it was possible that she felt similarly about Marcus.

***

Back at the villa, Attilius had been delivered and was being thoroughly washed, shampooed, and properly oiled by the house slaves. Later, in her bedchambers, he would be a man -- an extraordinary man -- not a common combatant in the arena. Yet, she had no qualms about treating strength with strength. She had been taken advantage of by men -- because she was a woman, as powerful as she may be -- women had their own power in Rome. Marcus knew this side of her and allowed her freedom. They had both inherited their positions and their money but stayed together to maintain their status. Once there was love between them and perhaps there still was. This was Rome. Men had to be men and women had to appear to be satisfied with what the men allowed. Marcus was not threatened by Lucretia's independence and encouraged it -- behind the scenes, that is.

Lucretia reclined on her bed with a goblet of wine gathering lustful thoughts on the well-endowed gladiator who would soon be attending to her every need. As her mouth watered at the thought of having his cock inside her lips, her cunt and maybe her ass, she took another selfish gulp. She also wanted to be the one to break in his ass. It had been a while since she played that way, but this slave was different. This would be his first time and therefore special. It would be special for her too. A virgin assed gladiator. How fresh.

Her mental vision suddenly cleared as the man -- Attilius, in the flesh -- stood in her bedchamber alone. Her own mental visions had her juices flowing at the very thought of him. She rose from the bed and took her goblet to his lips. "This is some of the best wine we have. You should have some. Men have said it makes my pussy taste sweeter. I wonder what you will say."

"Mistress, I would rather taste your pussy now and enjoy your wine later."

"That is the perfect answer, Attilius." She kissed him softly and looked him in the eyes. I can't wait to begin to enjoy you. Have you been well fed?"

"Like your wine, I prefer to feast on your body before I have food."

"You ARE a sliver-tongued devil. Aren't you?" She tossed the goblet to the floor and unfastened the top of her tunic to reveal her breasts. She reached up underneath them and pinched each nipple to firmness. "Are my breasts exciting to you, Attilius? Do they encourage you to suckle and fondle them? You may do so, if you're gentle."

Attlilius lunged at her breasts and feasted with eagerness, sucking and flicking her nipples with his tongue. He was hungry for a female and his appetite huge.

"Be careful not to suck so hard. I want sensations, not bruising."

She began to feel wetness forming between her thighs. As she reached to touch herself, she rubbed against his hard cock now fully hardened under his tunic. She held his face firmly against her left breast as she reached under his tunic for his cock. Its head was extended and already oozing clear liquid. She rubbed the tip of his cock on her finger and brought it to her lips. It tasted slightly salty. Suddenly, she wanted more and grabbed hold of his cock as if it were trying to escape. She broke away from his suckling and got down on her knees in front of him. Her tongue lashed and wrapped itself around the head and took a long, wet taste down to his balls and back up the other side before engulfing its swollen head, pushing deep then slowly withdrawing.

Attilius moaned, standing motionless. His eyes closed as Lucretia reached underneath his ball sack with her free hand to pull his ass cheeks closer toward her. If her finger dipped into the crease a little bit too far, so much better for things to come. She pushed her face deep onto his hardness and sucked hard on the way backward. Every stroke she had to swallow or face the embarrassment of drooling over this long, hard cock.

Suddenly, she stood up and turned around to push Attilius onto the bed face up. "Lick my pussy," she ordered as she climbed on top of his face. He was just the right body length so that she could engulf his cock at the same time. "Lick me and suck on me. Taste me as I taste you." His cock was too long for her mouth and throat, but she enjoyed the heat and the hardness of it. "Don't stop!" She gathered up his ball sack tightly in her hand causing his big balls to stretch the skin. Then, she tried to tongue tease and suck each ball into her mouth. Her tongue was quick. She pushed a finger into her mouth and gathered saliva. As she continued to suck his hairy balls, she took her wet finger and circled his asshole repeatedly -- adding to the strange sensations.

Attilius moaned again and with renewed energy, dug his tongue deeper into Lucretia's pussy. His mouth watered so much. He felt so good, he decided to reciprocate and wettened his index finger and as he continued tasting her pussy. He used his wet finger to circle that rosebud of her asshole above his face. He had no idea the sensations would be so intense. As she continued at his balls, she occasionally sucked on his cock to keep his mind in the game. She could feel his balls tighten. He was about to cum. They both knew it but couldn't say it.

Lucretia stopped what she was doing. "I need more wine." Wine wasn't what she needed, but she wanted him hard for everything that would follow. She couldn't allow him to come and go soft just yet.

"How does my pussy taste?" Attilius was still sampling the goods and too busy to answer. Suddenly, Lucretia began to shake uncontrollably. Her knees became weak. Her pelvis shook and banged against his chin as she came. "Oh -- Ohhh." She came hard and her juices flowed into his mouth. He drank it in. She seemed surprised. She had been concentrating on this hard cock and her plans for it, that she was totally unaware of her own building climax.

"Your pussy tastes very good. I drank it all. Did I hear you say something about more wine? I think I'd like some as well."

***

Bored with the main room events, Marcus had taken Bellicia to a more private room off to the side. She had proved herself to be a very fine attendant to his immediate needs in public, but he suddenly felt possessive of her. Even to share her appearance in public at this event seemed wrong. With other women, it didn't matter. He would gladly and proudly put the woman on display and have his way with her for anyone to see. By this time of night, everyone at the orgy was drunk enough to have blurry vision anyway. Marcus, being Marcus, felt romantic with this slave girl. This was not unusual, but it was different this time because he believed that she felt the same way towards him -- not at all like a slave performing a duty.

He removed her tunic, and his, then laid her down in the soft, downy pillows. The candlelight was dim, but he could see her perfectly. The candles added a glow to her that wasn't there in the bright light of the orgy room. He buried his head into her neck and deeply breathed her scent. Slowly, she wrapped her arm around his waist and the other at the back of his head, holding him close, stoking his hair. He kissed her softly. She kissed him in return.

"You may have me, master. I will not complain. After these past hours, I have longed for you to have me. Am I desirous to you?"

She spoke. Was this all she had learned in her short time living in Rome? Marcus had one leg in between hers and his cock was hard and ready. These internal feelings were new to him. Perhaps he had them with his wife, when they were newly wedded, but that was years ago. This was new and different. There was no hurry. "I want to look at you some more. You're so beautiful." He kissed his way down her neck as she rubbed his back and head. When he began suckling her pert breasts, she let out a soft moan and held his head firmly in place. She gently encouraged his lips toward her other breast as the nerves in her pussy began to tingle. Her swollen and excited breasts hardened her nipples into points. He couldn't wait any longer and moved closer to the sweet pussy he had tasted from his finger hours before. It still smelled sweet to his nose as he extended his tongue around the outer lips and into the dimples inside of her thighs. Digging in his tongue there, caused her leg to twitch a little. She was sensitive. He liked that.