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next few seconds, but she could
not bring herself to open her mouth. She heard a displeasing grunt, and knew
Dominus was losing his patience.
Then she felt a tongue flick
across her sex, sending a pleasing jolt up through her body. It was as if
Flavia understood what was going through her mind and was trying to help.
Dionya forced herself to focus on her friends loving mouth and her quivering
pussy. In the end it was the first hint of orgasm that pried her lips apart for
the Bone’s monstrous cock. The moment her lips parted he pressed the head to
her mouth, then groaned as she sucked it in.
Over ripe milk, and moldy
cheese would have been a more welcome taste than the Bones rock hard organ as
he began to shove it in with alacrity. It was the embodiment of that ancient
Oriental philosophy, Yin and Yang, the agony of the Bone’s repulsive member and
the ecstasy of her lover who knew just how to wind her up and make her sing.
Waves of orgasms rocked her body as she gaged and choked on the gargantuan cock
in her mouth. Bone skull fucked her for all he was worth. Somewhere in his pea
brain he must have known this was gonna be his first and last time dallying in
the forbidden flesh of youth. Even as his cock began to throb and spew his
filthy load, he was relieved of his miserable life as the Lanista’s blade
severed his spinal cord at the base of his skull. Blood and semen became one as
he fell backwards yanking his still spewing member out of Dionya’s mouth,
spraying the girls in the throes of death.
When the first splash of hot
blood bathed Dionya’s face, it took a few seconds to process what was
happening. Even as Dominus withdrew the red, dripping blade from the Bone’s
corpse she could not believe it was happening. A retching noise caught her
attention. Flavia was vomiting on the ground next to the body of the Bone. In
all of two seconds Dionya added to the mess of blood, semen, and vomit.
Satisfied, Dominus gave a
loud whistle and two slaves appeared with buckets of water and rags. Two others
hurried in and began to remove the enormous body of Bone the slave and
gladiator. Dominus smiled grimly. Word of this would get out to the others
quickly. It would be the last time a gladiator overstepped his bounds.
* * * * *
CHAPTER EIGHT:
Unwelcome Information
* * * * *
Petronia lay on her pallet
trembling despite the current heat wave. If what she’d just stumbled upon, if
there was any truth to it at all, trouble was brewing; in fact it was boiling
over. The House of Gaius Gracchus Tiberius was near enough to Savona, the
closest city, that it gave the dwellers here a false sense of security. It was
also far away enough that should a serious problem arise, like a revolt, it
would take some time before any help, once marshalled, would arrive.
The general consensus among
slaves, if you had to be a slave somewhere, the House of Tiberius was one of
the better places to be enslaved; especially for a house belonging to a Lanista
(one who trains gladiators). A gladiator’s life was one of a brutal existence,
and only the top fighters lived for any length of time. But that was what the
life of the gladiator was all about; glory and death in the arena. It was what
they all lived for, and an early death was expected. There was the odd story of
a slave being freed following an unusually decorated long career in the arena.
Everyone knew the story of the Carthag who was given his freedom following what
was to be his last battle, ending in a glorious death. To everyone’s amazement,
and on the heels of some particularly crafty political maneuvering, after
winning the battle he was given his freedom from slavery. He would have to
carry the rudis with him wherever he went so he would not be mistaken for an
escaped slave; not that it was likely given the amount of fame that surrounded
his name.
Some time, years before the
slave Spartacus and his brothers escaped, a new law was enacted to stem the
tide of
not bring herself to open her mouth. She heard a displeasing grunt, and knew
Dominus was losing his patience.
Then she felt a tongue flick
across her sex, sending a pleasing jolt up through her body. It was as if
Flavia understood what was going through her mind and was trying to help.
Dionya forced herself to focus on her friends loving mouth and her quivering
pussy. In the end it was the first hint of orgasm that pried her lips apart for
the Bone’s monstrous cock. The moment her lips parted he pressed the head to
her mouth, then groaned as she sucked it in.
Over ripe milk, and moldy
cheese would have been a more welcome taste than the Bones rock hard organ as
he began to shove it in with alacrity. It was the embodiment of that ancient
Oriental philosophy, Yin and Yang, the agony of the Bone’s repulsive member and
the ecstasy of her lover who knew just how to wind her up and make her sing.
Waves of orgasms rocked her body as she gaged and choked on the gargantuan cock
in her mouth. Bone skull fucked her for all he was worth. Somewhere in his pea
brain he must have known this was gonna be his first and last time dallying in
the forbidden flesh of youth. Even as his cock began to throb and spew his
filthy load, he was relieved of his miserable life as the Lanista’s blade
severed his spinal cord at the base of his skull. Blood and semen became one as
he fell backwards yanking his still spewing member out of Dionya’s mouth,
spraying the girls in the throes of death.
When the first splash of hot
blood bathed Dionya’s face, it took a few seconds to process what was
happening. Even as Dominus withdrew the red, dripping blade from the Bone’s
corpse she could not believe it was happening. A retching noise caught her
attention. Flavia was vomiting on the ground next to the body of the Bone. In
all of two seconds Dionya added to the mess of blood, semen, and vomit.
Satisfied, Dominus gave a
loud whistle and two slaves appeared with buckets of water and rags. Two others
hurried in and began to remove the enormous body of Bone the slave and
gladiator. Dominus smiled grimly. Word of this would get out to the others
quickly. It would be the last time a gladiator overstepped his bounds.
* * * * *
CHAPTER EIGHT:
Unwelcome Information
* * * * *
Petronia lay on her pallet
trembling despite the current heat wave. If what she’d just stumbled upon, if
there was any truth to it at all, trouble was brewing; in fact it was boiling
over. The House of Gaius Gracchus Tiberius was near enough to Savona, the
closest city, that it gave the dwellers here a false sense of security. It was
also far away enough that should a serious problem arise, like a revolt, it
would take some time before any help, once marshalled, would arrive.
The general consensus among
slaves, if you had to be a slave somewhere, the House of Tiberius was one of
the better places to be enslaved; especially for a house belonging to a Lanista
(one who trains gladiators). A gladiator’s life was one of a brutal existence,
and only the top fighters lived for any length of time. But that was what the
life of the gladiator was all about; glory and death in the arena. It was what
they all lived for, and an early death was expected. There was the odd story of
a slave being freed following an unusually decorated long career in the arena.
Everyone knew the story of the Carthag who was given his freedom following what
was to be his last battle, ending in a glorious death. To everyone’s amazement,
and on the heels of some particularly crafty political maneuvering, after
winning the battle he was given his freedom from slavery. He would have to
carry the rudis with him wherever he went so he would not be mistaken for an
escaped slave; not that it was likely given the amount of fame that surrounded
his name.
Some time, years before the
slave Spartacus and his brothers escaped, a new law was enacted to stem the
tide of
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