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The Gladiator’s Trophy - A Strory By Honeybunny
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The Gladiator’s Trophy
The Gladiators weren’t showing enough aggression, the crowd was getting bored, boos rang out, and the first few had already left the arena. If they’d had rotten eggs, they’d surely have thrown them. The principal Aedile stepped alongside the emperor. "Caesar, the people are becoming impatient." "What are you going to do about it, Atticus?" The old Imperator glared in irritation at the arena where the gladiators were contenting themselves with dodging each other. "Well, we could offer an incentive for the gladiators to fight." The Emperor raised his hand, "Do whatever you deem necessary." "Yes, Caesar." The officer set off, walking backwards, bowing several times.
"You there!" The guard hit with his stick against the bars, "You're coming with me!" Cara rose obediently. Varrus, the guard, opened the door and looked at her from head to toe. "But first we’d better make you a little more presentable!" He ripped down her already ragged bodice, her bare breasts came to light. The guard looked lasciviously and bared his brown teeth. "That’s how your udders hang!" One day you'll pay for it, you son of a mangy dog! Cara was wise enough not say it out loud, but Varrus noticed the hatred in her eyes, and grabbed her wrists and tied them together, grinning. Then he fastened a long chain so she’d have to run after him like a dog. With nothing on her but a leather loincloth, she entered the dusty arena. The slavegirl blinked when she saw sunlight again after such a long time. There were so many people there, and they were all staring at her. As if in a trance, she heard Varrus order her to kneel down. She obeyed. Somebody tugged the chain and her arms were hauled up. The chain was attached somewhere above her.
In the last few minutes, none of them had landed a hit. They were in tacit agreement that it would be better not to kill each other. They contented themselves with parrying and dodging to avoid one another. The crowd booed as Crixus bluffed an attack again, Tetraites cleverly evading his sword. They circled each other and pranced back and forth. Tetraites had a stab wound in the thigh, but it was not significant. Half his life he’d spent as a gladiator in thecircus. He was tough. Crixus, on the other hand, was already bleeding from several wounds, but Tetraites had ensured they were not too serious,only minor flesh-wounds.
Suddenly one of the gates leading from the dungeons swung open. Varrus, the vile guardsman, pulled out a half-naked woman on a chain behind him. The two gladiators were amazed, dropped their swords. Among all the dirt she appeared very delightful, her shapely breasts bounced slightly as she walked. She knelt at the side of the arena as the guards pulled the chain with jerk up to a ring on a beam. Her arms were tugged up, but she seemed to hardly perceive it. An herald’s announcement rang out, Crixus and Tetraites raised their heads. "Gladiators, pay attention! The winner will be awarded this slave. He will copulate with her immediately after the fight in the arena!" The crowd cheered in anticipation, that would be a spectacle!
Tetraites pondered. Although his chances were not bad, he didn’t want to fight, he was tired of killing, with all this senseless waste of human life. On the other hand, he’d long been without a wife. Down there in the gladiators’ cells, which were little more than holes with bars, there was not much opportunity to get acquainted with the opposite sex. Life as a gladiator was hard and dreary. Crixus took the decision by attacking him immediately. His sword struck with a clang on Tetraites’ shield. "The woman’s mine, Tetraites!" Tetraites did not answer, with intense concentration, he stepped towards his opponent.
Cara lifted her head. Had she heard right? She was the winner's trophy and he would stake his claim right here in front of Caesar and the audience? She knew she should be shocked, angry, desperate, all at the same time. But no feeling stirred in her. She watched the two gladiators impassively as they started to fight again.They’re fighting for me, she thought. No, not for me, they’re fighting for my body – this raised her spirit. Both men were impressive figures, with muscular torsos. The one with the curly hair she knew, he was the Gaul. He carried a sword and a net, but scarcely any armour. The face of the other was concealed by a helmet. He bore a rectangular shield in one hand and a sword in the other. His sword arm was protected, as well as his legs. Who will win? she wondered, which would I prefer? She was undecided. Both appeared to be crude and brutal. She stared at them, as they went at one another like bulls. The slavegirl was afraid that they’d prove to behave just the same as lovers. Anyway, she had no choice, she was just waiting to be won by one of the men.
The Gladiators weren’t showing enough aggression, the crowd was getting bored, boos rang out, and the first few had already left the arena. If they’d had rotten eggs, they’d surely have thrown them. The principal Aedile stepped alongside the emperor. "Caesar, the people are becoming impatient." "What are you going to do about it, Atticus?" The old Imperator glared in irritation at the arena where the gladiators were contenting themselves with dodging each other. "Well, we could offer an incentive for the gladiators to fight." The Emperor raised his hand, "Do whatever you deem necessary." "Yes, Caesar." The officer set off, walking backwards, bowing several times.
"You there!" The guard hit with his stick against the bars, "You're coming with me!" Cara rose obediently. Varrus, the guard, opened the door and looked at her from head to toe. "But first we’d better make you a little more presentable!" He ripped down her already ragged bodice, her bare breasts came to light. The guard looked lasciviously and bared his brown teeth. "That’s how your udders hang!" One day you'll pay for it, you son of a mangy dog! Cara was wise enough not say it out loud, but Varrus noticed the hatred in her eyes, and grabbed her wrists and tied them together, grinning. Then he fastened a long chain so she’d have to run after him like a dog. With nothing on her but a leather loincloth, she entered the dusty arena. The slavegirl blinked when she saw sunlight again after such a long time. There were so many people there, and they were all staring at her. As if in a trance, she heard Varrus order her to kneel down. She obeyed. Somebody tugged the chain and her arms were hauled up. The chain was attached somewhere above her.
In the last few minutes, none of them had landed a hit. They were in tacit agreement that it would be better not to kill each other. They contented themselves with parrying and dodging to avoid one another. The crowd booed as Crixus bluffed an attack again, Tetraites cleverly evading his sword. They circled each other and pranced back and forth. Tetraites had a stab wound in the thigh, but it was not significant. Half his life he’d spent as a gladiator in thecircus. He was tough. Crixus, on the other hand, was already bleeding from several wounds, but Tetraites had ensured they were not too serious,only minor flesh-wounds.
Suddenly one of the gates leading from the dungeons swung open. Varrus, the vile guardsman, pulled out a half-naked woman on a chain behind him. The two gladiators were amazed, dropped their swords. Among all the dirt she appeared very delightful, her shapely breasts bounced slightly as she walked. She knelt at the side of the arena as the guards pulled the chain with jerk up to a ring on a beam. Her arms were tugged up, but she seemed to hardly perceive it. An herald’s announcement rang out, Crixus and Tetraites raised their heads. "Gladiators, pay attention! The winner will be awarded this slave. He will copulate with her immediately after the fight in the arena!" The crowd cheered in anticipation, that would be a spectacle!
Tetraites pondered. Although his chances were not bad, he didn’t want to fight, he was tired of killing, with all this senseless waste of human life. On the other hand, he’d long been without a wife. Down there in the gladiators’ cells, which were little more than holes with bars, there was not much opportunity to get acquainted with the opposite sex. Life as a gladiator was hard and dreary. Crixus took the decision by attacking him immediately. His sword struck with a clang on Tetraites’ shield. "The woman’s mine, Tetraites!" Tetraites did not answer, with intense concentration, he stepped towards his opponent.
Cara lifted her head. Had she heard right? She was the winner's trophy and he would stake his claim right here in front of Caesar and the audience? She knew she should be shocked, angry, desperate, all at the same time. But no feeling stirred in her. She watched the two gladiators impassively as they started to fight again.They’re fighting for me, she thought. No, not for me, they’re fighting for my body – this raised her spirit. Both men were impressive figures, with muscular torsos. The one with the curly hair she knew, he was the Gaul. He carried a sword and a net, but scarcely any armour. The face of the other was concealed by a helmet. He bore a rectangular shield in one hand and a sword in the other. His sword arm was protected, as well as his legs. Who will win? she wondered, which would I prefer? She was undecided. Both appeared to be crude and brutal. She stared at them, as they went at one another like bulls. The slavegirl was afraid that they’d prove to behave just the same as lovers. Anyway, she had no choice, she was just waiting to be won by one of the men.
The Original Story in German Language:
http://www.bdsm-geschichten.net/die_trophaee_des_gladiators
http://www.bdsm-geschichten.net/die_trophaee_des_gladiators
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Great beginning. Cant wait to read more. 
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Very nice madiosi, looking forward to more!
A cry. The one with the helmet had struck the other. The Gaul had sunk to his knees grasping his right arm, blood was gushing, his sword had fallen to the ground. The armoured man towered over him with his sword raised, he looked across at Caesar. A storm went through the crowd, the Emperor held his thumb horizontally, thought for a moment, and then turned it up. The curly-headed Gaul sighed in relief, Tetraites lowered his sword. With one hand over the bleeding wound, Crixus tottered towards the gate which was hauled up to let him through.
Varrus came over to Cara and grabbed the chain, yanked it rudely, and gestured to her to get up. The slavegirl got to her feet and followed him into the centre of the arena, resigned to her fate. The victor had taken off his helmet and saluted Caesar respectfully. Cara was tied to a wooden pole and remained there standing stiffly in anticipation of the inevitable. The guard gave her a slap on the ass and sneered, "That one will give it you good and proper - expect no mercy, slave-cunt!" He withdrew and rejoined the other guards at the side, following the spectacle in excitement. The gladiator put his helmet on again, and stepped towards her.
His piercing eyes stared at her from head to toe. "What’s your name, woman?" "Cara" was her terse reply, she wasn’t going to pay him the honour of “Sir”. "Well, Cara, I've won, and you're my prize, whether you like it or not. But I’d prefer it if you weren’t entirely averse to me." " What do you care?" she snarled. He shrugged, "I'm a gladiator, but I'm not a monster." He took her dirty face in his rough hand and pressed his mouth to hers. Involuntarily she puckered her lips together, but his kiss was unexpectedly soft and it tasted good. A little salty, but not unpleasant. His tongue licked her lips, and Cara opened them a little. Tetraites pushed his tongue between her lips, savouring their sweet taste. He met her tongue tip that the greeted his shyly.
The gladiator came even closer, feeling her warm body. With one hand he held her chin, the other began to explore her breasts. Her skin was warm and soft, and her nipples had grown firm. Excitement was growing in his loins. He paid no attention to the shouts of encouragement around him, but focused entirely on Cara’s sensual body. His hand slid down and under her ridiculously tiny loincloth. In anticipation, he explored her pussy. The slave couldn’t suppress a groan. Her hands were still tied, she was being pounded by his erect manhood as he rubbed it against her. "We’ve got to give them a good show," he whispered in her ear, grabbing her by the hips, swinging her round nimbly and pressing her with his body against the stake. She gave out a startled cry and clung to the wood. He lifted his tunic so his phallus was revealed, and rubbed it on her rump. Then he forced her thighs apart with his knee, Cara spread her legs instinctively. The gladiator flipped his hem up casually and took a half step back, to give the spectators a glimpse of her pretty rump. Then he seized the opportunity with both hands and spread open her bum-cheeks. A murmur went through the crowd when the pink slit was exposed. For a moment, Tetraites enjoyed the sight. With gentle force he penetrated her, then set his penis within her and and hissed, "Hold still!"
Cara’s eyes widened as she felt his plump member invade her until it stopped, she felt his triumph deep inside her. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her roughly back and forth, grunting throatily. Again and again he drove relentlessly into her and probed her insides. Each time she had to restrain herself from groaning, she didn’t want to give that satisfaction to this man who was using her, still less to the horny mob. Tetraites was enjoying her hot, tight sheath to the full. He loved the sight of the woman’s back as he thrust into her, he memorized the picture for the future, he wouldn’t get another woman for a long time.
He almost emptied himself into her, but he restrained it. With a little bob, he pulled out his penis. Cara screamed in horror. With a single throw, he grabbed her shoulders, swung her around, and forced her to her knees. And then he came, his cock throbbed and a white fountain shot out, the viscous liquid splashed in the slavegirl’s face and fouled her hair. The gladiator gasped, and another load landed on her breasts. The audience whistled and hooted. Cara bowed her head ashamed, she had never been so humiliated. She had almost begun to like this muscle-man, but now all affection was gone.
With a satisfied grin, he was now concealing his limp genitals under his tunic. He turned to the crowd and raised his arms in triumph. The people applauded enthusiastically - as if the gallant hero has accomplished something amazing, thought Cara resentfully. She wiped his semen with her bound hands out of sight. The guards came and began to loosen the chain from the wooden stake. "You enjoyed that, didn’t you, eh?" Varrus grinned and bared his horny rotten teeth, "If you're a good little girl, you'll get a load from me too, slave-slut!" Cara snorted and rose. Without deigning to look at him or at Tetraites, she strode towards the exit-gate, Varrus stumbling behind her with the chain in his hand.
Varrus came over to Cara and grabbed the chain, yanked it rudely, and gestured to her to get up. The slavegirl got to her feet and followed him into the centre of the arena, resigned to her fate. The victor had taken off his helmet and saluted Caesar respectfully. Cara was tied to a wooden pole and remained there standing stiffly in anticipation of the inevitable. The guard gave her a slap on the ass and sneered, "That one will give it you good and proper - expect no mercy, slave-cunt!" He withdrew and rejoined the other guards at the side, following the spectacle in excitement. The gladiator put his helmet on again, and stepped towards her.
His piercing eyes stared at her from head to toe. "What’s your name, woman?" "Cara" was her terse reply, she wasn’t going to pay him the honour of “Sir”. "Well, Cara, I've won, and you're my prize, whether you like it or not. But I’d prefer it if you weren’t entirely averse to me." " What do you care?" she snarled. He shrugged, "I'm a gladiator, but I'm not a monster." He took her dirty face in his rough hand and pressed his mouth to hers. Involuntarily she puckered her lips together, but his kiss was unexpectedly soft and it tasted good. A little salty, but not unpleasant. His tongue licked her lips, and Cara opened them a little. Tetraites pushed his tongue between her lips, savouring their sweet taste. He met her tongue tip that the greeted his shyly.
The gladiator came even closer, feeling her warm body. With one hand he held her chin, the other began to explore her breasts. Her skin was warm and soft, and her nipples had grown firm. Excitement was growing in his loins. He paid no attention to the shouts of encouragement around him, but focused entirely on Cara’s sensual body. His hand slid down and under her ridiculously tiny loincloth. In anticipation, he explored her pussy. The slave couldn’t suppress a groan. Her hands were still tied, she was being pounded by his erect manhood as he rubbed it against her. "We’ve got to give them a good show," he whispered in her ear, grabbing her by the hips, swinging her round nimbly and pressing her with his body against the stake. She gave out a startled cry and clung to the wood. He lifted his tunic so his phallus was revealed, and rubbed it on her rump. Then he forced her thighs apart with his knee, Cara spread her legs instinctively. The gladiator flipped his hem up casually and took a half step back, to give the spectators a glimpse of her pretty rump. Then he seized the opportunity with both hands and spread open her bum-cheeks. A murmur went through the crowd when the pink slit was exposed. For a moment, Tetraites enjoyed the sight. With gentle force he penetrated her, then set his penis within her and and hissed, "Hold still!"
Cara’s eyes widened as she felt his plump member invade her until it stopped, she felt his triumph deep inside her. He grabbed her by the waist and forced her roughly back and forth, grunting throatily. Again and again he drove relentlessly into her and probed her insides. Each time she had to restrain herself from groaning, she didn’t want to give that satisfaction to this man who was using her, still less to the horny mob. Tetraites was enjoying her hot, tight sheath to the full. He loved the sight of the woman’s back as he thrust into her, he memorized the picture for the future, he wouldn’t get another woman for a long time.
He almost emptied himself into her, but he restrained it. With a little bob, he pulled out his penis. Cara screamed in horror. With a single throw, he grabbed her shoulders, swung her around, and forced her to her knees. And then he came, his cock throbbed and a white fountain shot out, the viscous liquid splashed in the slavegirl’s face and fouled her hair. The gladiator gasped, and another load landed on her breasts. The audience whistled and hooted. Cara bowed her head ashamed, she had never been so humiliated. She had almost begun to like this muscle-man, but now all affection was gone.
With a satisfied grin, he was now concealing his limp genitals under his tunic. He turned to the crowd and raised his arms in triumph. The people applauded enthusiastically - as if the gallant hero has accomplished something amazing, thought Cara resentfully. She wiped his semen with her bound hands out of sight. The guards came and began to loosen the chain from the wooden stake. "You enjoyed that, didn’t you, eh?" Varrus grinned and bared his horny rotten teeth, "If you're a good little girl, you'll get a load from me too, slave-slut!" Cara snorted and rose. Without deigning to look at him or at Tetraites, she strode towards the exit-gate, Varrus stumbling behind her with the chain in his hand.
The story is not about me, just the little illustration.Great story Maddi, and a lovely illustration too!
I must admit I thought it was by Madiosi when I read it, it's quite similar in style to The Captive Slave Couple,
HoneyBunny is certainly on the same wavelength, hope we can find more of hers/his.
Isn't that cover pic just wonderful?
I so love her helpless struggling pose.
HoneyBunny is certainly on the same wavelength, hope we can find more of hers/his.
Isn't that cover pic just wonderful?
I so love her helpless struggling pose.
Good story, and I love the ending. Who actually came out on top? The one striding proudly to the exit, or the one stumbling after her with a chain in his hand?
