Gladiators

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  The two gladiators fucked her harder, and the sound of Cadmus’ balls slapping against her skin filled her ears. It shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did.

  Her womanhood began to squeeze Adonis’s cock harder as her orgasm came closer and closer. Beneath her, he groaned and swore, and suddenly he was coming.

  Cadmus squeezed her clit, tearing a sobbing cry of pleasure from her lips. And then his hard shaft slammed deeply into her, and he came too, filling her ass with his seed.

  The sensation of their hot cum squirting into her channels pushed her over the edge. She exploded into a million pieces, her inner-muscles squeezing the cocks within her hard as she rode them to completion.

  She collapsed between them, more satisfied than she’d ever felt in her life. Her muscles were relaxed. If she had been at home in her bed, she would’ve fallen asleep between the two big gladiators, completely content.

  But she wasn’t home in her bed. And she wasn’t safe. The Senator wasn’t done punishing her for rejecting him. His cruel voice came clear and cruel, “it seems Lana enjoyed being fucked by two filthy slaves. Let’s see how she handles ten.”

  Lana’s eyes popped open and her heart picked up. All ten of them? That was impossible. Yet as she sensed them moving toward her, she knew she didn’t have a choice.

  May the gods protect me.

  Chapter Five

  Lana held herself stiffly, as Cadmus and Adonis set her on the pillows and moved away from her. Their gazes clung to her, reassurance in their expressions. But no matter how connected she felt to them, she was afraid.

  Curling her shoulders and wrapping her arms around her naked body, she stared at the ten gladiators who had shifted closer to her. Tobias’ mouth curled into a slight smile, and his blue eyes seemed far too kind for a man who’s most popular move was to sever the heads of his opponents.

  How long have these men been without a woman? Will they be able to control themselves? She couldn’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be painful, but she begged herself to remain calm.

  Her gaze went to the Senator and his men still sitting in chairs at the top of their pit. Slaves continued to lick their naked cocks, and the men clumsily smoked their drugs. Their laughter wild.

  If she thought she felt unsafe before, she certainly felt unsafe now. What will they order the gladiators to do to me?

  One man looked to the Senator, his eyes glazed. “Are you sure you should throw her to ten beasts? They’ll tear her to pieces.”

  The Senator sneered. “No matter what, she’s their slave now. Whether she survives tonight or not, she can never be allowed to go free again. If her father should learn what we have done…”

  Lana swallowed her fear and glared up at them. “If only you could have been a man and handled my rejection. Then, you wouldn’t have had to destroy me simply because you couldn’t have me.”

  His dark gaze narrowed. “It’s a shame you haven’t yet learned, we are gods among men, and you are a simple woman. Your father made a grave mistake in letting you act like our equal.” He gripped the dark hair of the slave who sucked him on her knees. Holding Lana’s gaze, he forced the slave to take him faster and faster until he shuddered and came into her mouth. Panting, he spoke, “gladiators, show Lana what it means to be a woman.”

  Solon spoke softly, his long dark hair giving him a dangerous quality. “With pleasure.”

  They closed in around her, and Solon pulled her to her knees.

  She panted, clenching her teeth to keep from begging them for mercy.

  “Stroke our cocks.” Solon demanded.

  Her hands trembled as she raised them. Taking Solon and Tobias, she was shocked as their shafts grew longer and thicker in her tight grip. Elias and Damon, twin men with the most wicked grins she’d ever seen, moved closer, rubbing the tips of their cocks against her nipples.

  She couldn’t look away as their precum wetted her hard nubs. They stroked themselves as they rocked against her breasts, and she was shocked how aroused the sight of them made her.

  When two more penises rubbed against her cheeks, she looked behind her. Palaemon an expert swordsmen, stood hard and ready to one side of her. When she turned the other way, Bion pressed the head of his penis right into her mouth. She made a sound in shock, and he pushed himself deeper.

  Why do I find his aggression… hot?

  She caught the movement of another man kneeling in front of her out of the corner of her eye, as Bion clenched her hair, forcing her to remain in place. When she felt strong hands part her womanhood, and a hot mouth pressed a searing kiss to her, she moaned around the shaft in her mouth, and spread her legs wider.

  The man between her legs, sucked her clit, and she began to buck against him. Wanting more. Needing more.

  She was shocked by how quickly her body had heated back up. These men were gods in the arena. Apparently, they were gods in the bedroom too, because their power over her were incredible.

  When Bion shuddered and came into her mouth, he forced himself deeper into her throat until she swallowed. His manly taste coated her mouth, and he finally let her go.

  But instantly, Palaemon tugged her in the other direction, and his ridiculously thick cock filled her mouth. He pounded into her, pulling her head further and further back. Distantly, she was aware of the two men thrusting against her nipples, and of the moment they came, their hot seed running down the valley between her breasts.

  Palaemon made a frustrated sound and pulled out of her mouth. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her away from the other men, laying her on top of him, facing up. She barely had a second to register what was happening, when he plunged into her from behind.

  She gasped, suddenly thankful Cadmus had been her first time in her ass, because Palaemon was not nearly as gentle. His shaft filled her possessively, as if he owned every inch of her. And the sensation bordered on painful.

  Kosmas, a man who could thrust a spear straight through the chest of his opponents, climbed on top of her and eased himself into her wet channel. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders.

  “You’re so wet for me, my goddess,” he purred into her ear. “Did you like how I licked you?”

  She was breathing hard as they rode her.

  “Did you?” he pressed, and reached between them, to circle her sensitive nub.

  She whimpered. “Yes.”

  He grinned, his expression cocky. “Now, I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

  As she leaned back further, her eyes closing. She sensed once of the men leaning over her. It was almost a reflex, as she opened her mouth and felt the man’s balls slip into her mouth. She sucked slowly and lazily, thrilled when he groaned above her. A second later, he pulled himself free of her, then plunged his shaft deeply into her throat.

  Two hands gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples and sending ripples through her body.

  When her hands were lifted and two cocks were placed in her grip, she barely registered pumping them. Men were everywhere. Their shafts, everywhere.

  It was overwhelming.

  And thrilling.

  When she moaned around the penis in her mouth and gripped the shoulders of the man on top of her, the men took her harder. Pinching her nipples and stroking her clit all at once.

  Her inner-muscles clenched, squeezing the man inside her. Her legs tightened around his back, forcing him deeper. And then, she was climaxing. Dropping over the edge and into an abyss of light and waves of pleasure.

  When cum filled her mouth, she moaned. When her hot seed spilled down her hands, she simply pumped the groaning men harder. And when the man pounding her ass came, swearing, she only crashed over the edge harder. It wasn’t until the man in her womanhood exploded that her vision flashed white, and she lost all sense of herself.

  She didn’t know how much time passed before she became aware of who she was and where she was, but it was Adonis who pulled her into her arms and stood.

  Opening her
eyes, she looked to the Senator and his men. To her surprise, they only looked angrier than before. The Senator’s jaw was clenched, his dark eyes narrowed. His expression enraged.

  “Looks like you enjoyed our little punishment,” he said, his voice deathly cold.

  She said nothing. What could she say? He’d already told her he wouldn’t release her. Would he kill her now?

  “Take her to your cells. She’s yours now.”

  Behind her, she felt Adonis’ tension ease.

  “But tomorrow, we shall see if this woman is enough to satisfy twelve beasts.” The Senator’s mouth curled into a terrible smile. “If a single one of them should become aroused in the morning, we shall whip the flesh off her back.”

  His men laughed.

  He winked at her. “Sleep well.”

  Chapter Six

  Guards led Lana and the gladiators beneath the Senator’s house. Several gates were unlocked and opened. The same gates were closed and locked behind them, with squeals that seemed to reach straight to her soul.

  She curled closer to Adonis as they came to the tunnels that were the gladiators’ sleeping quarters. All twelve men filed into the darkness, lit only by flickering torches every so often. The cold was almost unbearable in the darkness of the stone-lined halls.

  Like a tomb.

  She jumped when the last gate was slammed closed behind them.

  “Adonis?”

  “Hum?” His jaw had been locked since the Senator’s speech, and something about the dangerous glint in his eyes made her nervous.

  “You’re scaring me.”

  He froze and looked down at her. “Why?”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh.” He continued walking.

  She looked away from him, her uncertainty building, and realized they were walking past one tiny room after another. The rooms were bare, other than a few trinkets, and pallets with thin blankets on top.

  “Do you understand what the Senator has done?” Adonis asked, his words soft.

  She shook her head.

  “We wanted this to be over. To touch you gently tonight. To hold you gently. To show you that we are more than what that man tried to make us into tonight. But now?” His hands tightened around her.

  “What?”

  They entered a large, surprisingly warm, room. She glanced around and saw that an underground spring had created a large bathing area of some sort in the center of the room. A crude firepit lit the other end of the room, and a few tables and chairs were scattered about.

  “Is this where I’ll be sleeping?” she asked.

  Cadmus moved in front of them. “Adonis just doesn’t know how to tell you that you’re in for a lot more fucking tonight.”

  Her entire body stiffened.

  Adonis cursed and shoved Cadmus.

  “Whoa!” Damon said, pushing between them. “Cadmus, you could’ve said that differently. And Adonis, she needed to hear it one way or another.”

  “More sex?” Lana asked, her head still spinning.

  Damon shrugged. “These men could take you over and over tonight, and still might be hard for you in the morning. But none of us are willing to have you hurt…”

  “A couple more days!” Adonis swore. “We just needed a couple more days.”

  Cadmus glared at him. “We don’t have a couple more days, so unless you want her to be too injured for our plan—“

  “Don’t,” Damon shot him a warning glance.

  Lana struggled out of his arms, and Adonis slowly lowered her feet to the ground. She moved away from them and looked back at the men. The other gladiators stood silently behind them.

  “Tell me what’s going on here.”

  Damon shook his head. “We can’t. All we can say is that you’ll be safe in a few days, we promise you. But for now, we must follow orders. Or you won’t live until then.”

  Just a couple more days.

  But more sex? Her body was pleasantly sore. But what would it be like by the end of the night?

  She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Adonis said. “We can… we can…”

  “There’s nothing else we can do.” Lana straightened her head, coming to a conclusion. “We all have to do what we have to do. Like I did back there, I’m going to trust all of you.”

  She thought her words would bring some measure of relief to the men.

  But they didn’t.

  Which made her even more nervous.

  Orestes moved closer to her, touching her cheek gently. He wasn’t nearly as tall as the other men, but his shoulders were ridiculously broad. “Are you hungry?” His accent made each word strangely sexy.

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  Taking her hand, as if she were his wife rather than his new slave, he led her past the other men and to one of the seats beside the fire. Going to a pot hanging over the fire, he filled a bowl and handed it to her.

  “It’s probably awful compared to what you’re used to, but I try to make the fellas something edible out of what they give us.”

  She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  Clutching the wooden spoon, she took a bite. It was a bit hot, and not the best texture, but it was better than she expect.

  He looked at her expectantly.

  “Delicious.”

  He grinned. “You really like it?”

  She nodded, her heart fluttering at the way his full lips curved.

  “After this, we can take her for a bath.”

  She looked up to see Orestes watching her closely. For some reason, she stiffened. Orestes was different than the other men. His skin was darker, beautiful and exotic. And even the way he battled seemed somehow more about intelligence than brute force. He was smaller than the other men, both in size and stature, but his skill on the battlefield was legendary.

  Her cheeks heated at the intensity of his gaze. She ate slowly, carefully.

  Some of the men went to the hot spring. Sinking into the water and talking quietly amongst themselves. She got the sense that there was something important going on, but she couldn’t pick out enough of their words to know what they were discussing.

  For a minute, she thought of how different this place was than what she was used to. At home, servants would have laid out a full spread of delicacies for her dinner, then she would have taken a short dip in her tub. Her servants would have washed her hair, dried her, dressed her, and then she would have crawled into her massive bed.

  Here, she’d be lucky if she got a thin pallet to sleep on. In a cold room. And she was eating two or three day old soup.

  And yet… she liked being around the gladiators. They weren’t like the wealthy men who had tried to win her hand over the years. Her suitors had treated her like a pretty prize to be won. These men, her gladiators, strangely enough treated her more like a person.

  Even after everything they did to me.

  Hesperos walked up to her. “May I join you?”

  She nodded, surprised by his gentle tone. He was the oldest of the men, probably nearly thirty-five summers. He had dark blonde hair, and a short beard.

  He set a brown bag on the table in front of her. “Do you play games of dice?”

  “Sometimes.” In fact, she enjoyed them quite a bit.

  “Perhaps after tonight, we can play together? A few of the others don’t mind it, but most don’t enjoy it.”

  “That would be nice.”

  He was quiet a moment, fiddling with the string on the bag. “We know you’re used to better than this. But one day, we’ll find a way to get you back to the lifestyle you deserve.”

  Her heart fluttered. “Thank you.”

  “Would you like to bathe now?”

  She looked to the hot spring. “Shouldn’t we wait until the other men are done?”

  His gaze heated. “There’s nothing any of us would like better than to watch you bathe. To help you.”

  “Oh.”

  He
reached out a hand, and she took it.

  As she walked across the room, all eyes turned to her. She felt even more naked as she moved, her hands itching to cover her body. But she forced her arms to stay at her side.

  When Hesperos led her into the spring, she sank into the water with a gasp. Within moments, Hesperos leaned her back and began to wash her hair.

  She felt the presence of the men all around her. Hands began to scrub her legs, her thighs, her belly. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Every muscle felt incredible. Big hand grasped her feet and began to knead them.

  “Oh gods,” she whispered.

  Time passed. She had no idea how much, when Hesperos finally pulled her into his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nubs instantly hardening. She felt so good. So relaxed.

  Sleepy.

  When his hard shaft rubbed against her womanhood, her eyes closed, and she made a contented sound. He slid inside her slowly, and her greedy body took him into her channel.

  His thrusting started slowly, his breathing loud in her ears. And then, he paused.

  Orestes’ accented words made her inner-muscles clench. “Mind if I take you from behind?”

  She nodded, her eyes still closed.

  His big hands spread her cheeks wide, and he sank his thick shaft slowly into her.

  He gave her plenty of time to protest. Plenty of time to pull away. But she did neither.

  Instead, she rolled her hips, drawing groans from both of them.

  They sandwiched themselves around her, Orestes’ fondling her sensitive breasts from behind. When she felt herself building to another orgasm, she shocked even herself. And when they came inside her, she fell over the edge once more. Her orgasm rocking her entire body.

  Even after several long minutes, her muscles continued to twitch, and her body felt like it was pure liquid. She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing in the warm waters.

  They washed and dried her with gentle hands. Their touch like a dream.

  She didn’t open her eyes until one of them carried her across the room. Several pallets had been laid on the floor not far from the fire, along with several blankets.