by Lexi Hots
“I see.” Denarius laughed softly. “And here are his lovers… just two this night, dusky twins from across the river Styx.”
“They are beautiful.” Taleela eyed the two dark haired, olive skinned, voluptuous women gliding into the chamber and displaying their luscious naked bodies to the spectators. She wondered if they would be made available to her, for a more private show in her chambers.
A sudden silence fell over the room as the dozen or so privately invited nobles turned their attention to the able bodied performers ready to fornicate for their viewing pleasure.
Taleela licked her lips and stifled a gasp as Ganon dropped his toga to stand completely naked. Her eyes darted for his crotch and she felt faint. He was hung almost to the knees and not even hard yet. The two dusky beauties slithered over him like snakes on the trunk of an oak. His large hands grabbed each one by their lush buttocks and he kissed the two exotic creatures in turns.
The six other slave women watched with horrified expressions as Ganon’s monster cock began to rise. One of the dusky women dropped to her knees and began to pleasure him orally, hastening his arousal as he lifted up the other as easily as one would a cup of wine. Holding her spread delight over his face, he performed orally on her with as much exaggeration as her twin performed on him below.
Taleela glanced at her husband, noting his intense attention at the goings on. It had been a while since they had any kind of intimacy, and she was fine with that. She had only married him for his wealth and status, and her interest in women limited her need for men. But then this Ganon was quite something else, almost a man-god, and she felt her desire for something thick and hard inside her rekindle. She looked back at the performers to find Ganon lying on his back with one of the twins sitting on his face and the other riding his cock. The two of them kissed and played with each other’s lush breasts as their gargantuan lover pleasured them both in tandem.
The perverse display ended with Ganon’s mighty orgasm erupting over his two kneeling lovers’ beautiful faces. A soft flurry of applause followed the climax, before the lights were dimmed and the nobles resumed their chatter and awaited the next set of performers to take the stage.
“I have enjoyed this much, my Dominus.” Taleela smiled at her husband. “And now I must rest… it has been a long day.”
“Undoubtedly, my dear.” Denarius nodded. “Take rest, have your newly acquired slave tend to you… I will see you in the morning.”
Taleela smiled slightly and walked out of the room with a very red faced Milaca following her closely. She needed a bath, a nice hot, scented bath.
“What bothers you, my girl?” She asked Milaca as they walked up the marble stairway leading to her private chambers. “Have you not witnessed such wonders before?”
“I… no, my Domina.” She replied, blushing furiously.
“You are yet to be bedded by a man?” The redhead almost laughed as she walked into her private chambers and a slave drew the curtains.
“My Domina… I… yes, I am.” Her captive replied softly, following her in.
“A virgin.” Taleela nodded in appreciation. “How old are you?”
“I… I am one less of a score summers, my Domina.” Milaca watched as the redhead stripped naked before her. She noted the wetness of her mistress’ arousal trickling down her shapely, alabaster thighs.
“Well, I prefer your preserved beauty over one sullied by those beasts called men.” Taleela smiled and dipped a hand into her bath water. “Come, bathe me again… my pretty.”
“Yes, my Domina.” She replied, blushing as she dropped her simple garments.
“It has been a while since I felt a man’s hardness inside me.” The noblewoman said with a look of wonder in her green eyes. “And I rarely miss it, with lovelies like you around, Milaca.”
“I... I am honored, my Domina.” Milaca answered shyly as Taleela reached for the blonde’s naked breasts.
“And yet that man is… different.” Taleela said breathlessly, her hands gently caressing the soft mounds on the nineteen year old, “…almost unreal; a man out of legend - as strong as Mars in battle and as virile as Priapus in bed.”
“Shall I wash you here, my Domina?” Milaca touched the redhead’s wet pussy, feeling pretty aroused herself.
“Oh, yes… you shall indeed.” Taleela moaned, closing her eyes. “I am in need, my love… wash me there with your mouth.”
“Yes, My Domina.” The blonde slave lowered her head and pushed her mistress up by her buttocks until her pussy emerged from the scented water.
“And tomorrow I want you to go to the general slave quarters and enquire of the slaves of their services to that brute.”
“Me, Domina?” Milaca looked up in fear, her mouth inches away from Taleela’s dripping pussy.
“Yes. Fear not, I will have my seal upon your tunic, none will dare harm you.” The Domina of Denarius sighed, closing her eyes and holding her pretty blonde slave’s head over her aching pussy. “Now, cleanse me… oh, yes… yes.”
*-*-*
“So the arrogant bitch favors you, does she?” The dark haired woman sneered. “Why are you here then, among us… slaves?”
“I too am a slave, Alexia.” Milaca replied softly.
“That you are, little one.” The Gaulish woman sighed. “You were meant to be of servitude… but I am a chieftain’s daughter… I will fight my way out of here.”
“It’s rather foolish of you to say that.” Milaca said sadly, eyeing the many bruises on the taller woman’s shapely form. “Defying them will only bring you pain and suffering and you will still remain a slave.”
“Are all of Anglos like you, Milaca?” Alexia laughed exasperatedly. “…so ready to fall on your knees and kiss behinds?”
“At least I do not suffer as you.” The blonde replied timidly.
“Ha!” The dark haired slave snorted. “These bruises you see… they are not from beatings.”
“Then from whom…” Milaca’s blue eyes widened.
“A monster of a man… if you were ever to see him, you would die of fear.”
“Ganon?” She couldn’t stop from blurting.
“So you have seen him, and yet you’re here?” Alexia shook her head with a rueful smile. “I’m willing to bet your whore of a mistress sent you here to find out about the man.”
“What did he do to you?” Milaca asked emphatically.
“Everything a woman would want a man to do… everything.” The Gaul replied dreamily, caressing her own body.
“But the bruises…” Milaca stared at the woman in disbelief.
“They are worth the price to pay for pleasure like none other.” Alexia smiled with a mystified look on her angular face.
“Why did you...”
“I was the first of our group to be sent to him, he ravaged me the entire night.” The taller woman leaned closer to the petrified blonde. “What vigor and strength… he made my world go upside down several times through the night.”
“Oh, I… will you be sent to him again?” Milaca inquired apprehensively.
“Not for a week… and you too were meant to be with him for one night each week.”
“Uh… no, I can never…” The little blonde swallowed hard, her eyes close to tears.
“Then why are you here?”
*-*-*
“Go back there and let Barascu know that you will be sent to Ganon as intended...” Taleela stood naked with her hands on her hips, staring out at the setting sun outside her window.
“But, my Domina, that brute will kill me.” The blonde slave pleaded.
“You have seen him make love; he is nothing like that bitch of a slave says.” The Domina laughed, making her bare breasts jiggle. “Her bruises were inflicted for insubordination again. Her kind is a glutton for punishment.”
“But Alexia knows you intend to…” Milaca protested.
“That slave is of no consequence.” Taleela dismissed her fears. “She will be thrown to wild animals i
n the next games.”
“When must I go to Barascu, My Domina?”
“Right now.” Taleela inspected her finely painted nails. “Tell him that you will be with Ganon this very night.”
“But I…” The blonde stared at her mistress in horror.
“You forget your place, slave.” The redhead said softly, yet her tone was lined with menace.
“Forgive me, my Domina… I shall go now.”
All the while she spoke to the hulking Barascu, the little blonde slave trembled with fear. The huge man couldn’t care less. Ganon’s insatiable lust was to be met, by any woman he could find, and a willing one was more than he could bargain for. He agreed instantly, giving her directions of how to get to the giant gladiator’s sleeping quarters. Milaca hurried back to the safety of the palace, the colors of the Domina on her tunic granting her unhindered passage.
“What news have you?” Taleela demanded as soon as the blonde stepped into her chambers.
“Ganon awaits my favors this night.” Milaca bowed low, trembling.
“Excellent.” The redhead rubbed her well-manicured hands in glee and paced around the lavish room. “At two turns of the glass from now, that beast will find himself a slave like none he has ever enjoyed before and ever will thereafter.”
“I don’t understand, my Domina.” The young slave stared at her mistress in alarm.
“Of course you don’t.” Taleela laughed shrilly. “That’s why I am the mistress and you the slave… and also why I chose you over that arrogant Gaul.”
“She said that you desired the gladiator.” Milaca dared to venture.
“Yes, all the more reason for her to be thrown to the lions.” The Domina laughed, stretching herself languidly.
“But how will you…” Milaca stood with a worried look on her pretty face.
“Don’t hurt yourself overmuch, my slave.” Taleela glared at the blonde. “Leave the thinking to your betters and hand me your robes.”
“Yes, my Domina.” Milaca immediately stripped and held out her slave clothes to her mistress.
“Tonight, I become the slave in your stead.” The taller woman snickered. “And let none be the wiser.”
“And what shall I do?”
“Remain here, in my quarters.” Taleela smiled, smoothing the rough linen down over her sexy body. “I shall have Luisa and Liana give you company.”
“I’d rather be ravaged by Ganon.” The blonde thought and cowered back down as she watched the Domina of Denarius admiring herself in the simple garb of a house slave, then throwing a hood over her head and walking out of the room.
*-*-*
“You slave girls keep getting better each night.” Ganon said, nodding appreciatively.
“The master is pleased by your victories… and thus rewards you according.” Taleela purred, walking seductively around the Spartan accommodations of the champion gladiator.
“He is a wise man.” The large warrior grinned, admiring her voluptuous curves.
“Yes, indeed.” The redhead nodded, slipping off her hood.
“But you are unlike any slave I have ever known.” Ganon reached out and grasped her slender wrist, gently pressing the smooth skin with his hard, callused fingers.
“I am no low-born wench of the pits, warrior.” Taleela replied, unable to hide her excitement of his robust touch. “I have been bred for pleasure.”
“I have heard of exotic slaves from the east, trained in the arts of love.” Ganon drew her closer, feeling up her smooth thighs one by one. “Are you one of them?”
“I might be, but it is not your need to know…” The noblewoman almost gasped, placing her hands on his massive shoulders to steady herself. “…all must you do is request pleasure of me.”
“Oh, I will indeed.” He smiled, his rugged handsomeness suddenly softening and sending a flutter through her belly. “And as you, I am not some mindless brute who just knows to fight and fuck.”
“I think I believe you.” She said hoarsely, unaccustomed to the sudden surge of desire rising in her.
“Yes, I know you do.” Ganon slid his large, battle-scarred hands up her short skirt and gently squeezed her soft, yielding buttocks.
“What makes you such a great champion?” She tried to contain her lust, seeking not to let herself lose control of the situation.
“I have more up here than your average sword swinger,” The large man tapped a finger at his left temple. “…and that brings me the victories Denarius is so proud of.”
“Yes, Dominus is proud of you… rather overmuch.” She pushed her dainty hands against his rugged shoulders, trying to pry herself from his hold without success.
“And with good reason...” He held her even tighter, his face almost between her heaving breasts. “…he would rather give me all the women in the world than my freedom.”
“Indeed, and you are well equipped where it matters to have all the women of the world.” She couldn’t help but let her desire govern her otherwise collected and calculating mind.
“How would you know the wellness of my equipment?” He looked up at her with a slight hint of suspicion. “Have you seen me before?”
“I merely deduce, from the way the rest of you is…” She hastily replied, undoing the front of her slave robes to distract him. “…that you must be overly impressive down there as well.”
“Well, you are not wrong.” He laughed softly, admiring her exposed breasts. “And this is the longest conversation I have had with a slave sent to entertain me otherwise.”
“I was thinking the same thing, not that I find conversing with you less entertaining.” Taleela agreed and pulled away from him as he released his hold on her.
“Yes, I would agree on that front.” His dark eyes stayed on her as she seductively swayed her curvy hips, stepping back from him. “Now come, show me what treasures you have been saving.”
“Oh, you will be pleased.” The Domina of Denarius smiled sexily and shrugged off her robe completely.
“Without a doubt.” His eyes lit up in admiration of her naked sexuality and he reached for her again. “Your skin is flawless, credit must go to your keepers… I have never seen a slave girl this well preserved.”
“And I have never been with a man of your legend.” She breathed huskily, letting his rough hands send shivers down her spine as they roamed all over her gleaming naked body. “Are rumors of your brutal nature true?”
“Only in the arena…” He groaned thickly, kissing her soft skin. “…in this environment, I am as gentle as a lamb.”
“I was looking forward to the lion you are rumored to be.” Taleela purred, cupping her breasts up to his face, the nipples as hard as rubies.
“Did I say lamb? …I meant a lion in lambskin.” He grinned and gently took one of the offered treats into his mouth and covered the other in his huge hand.
“Oh, Ganon… you are a man-god.” She gasped; the sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitive flesh made her knees buckle. “Ravage me.”
“All in good time, my dear.” The powerful arena champion replied patiently, enjoying her succulent breasts with languid grace. “And you haven’t told me your name.”
“Call me anything you want.” She groaned, every fiber in her being screaming for him to take her.
“That’s convenient, and yet I would prefer to know your name.” He insisted, tweaking her nipples hard and making her whimper.
“Milaca.” She whispered, almost inaudibly as she shook against him.
“Ah, Milaca… it does bring visions of sunrise and blue sky.” His eyes glazed over as he reminisced the open plains and mountains of his northern homeland.
“Torture me no longer, Ganon.” She almost wept, clawing at his silken robes. “Let me behold your legendary phallus.”
“Oh, I wasn’t aware it was of legend… but here it is.” He laughed and slid off the garment easily.
“Oh, it’s even bigger up clo… than I heard it was.” The noblewoman recoiled as the ne
ar foot and half long organ sprang out to greet her.
“Would it please you to suck on it?” He requested with an honest smile. “Your presence here has aroused me beyond my formidable control.”
“I would love to suck on it as much as an eagle would be to find a dove.” Taleela recovered from her shock and gingerly reached for the throbbing spear. “But enough talk, my mouth has better uses.”
“I have no doubt, Milaca… no doubt at all.” He smiled, closing his eyes and easing himself back on the bed.