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Gladiators vs Gladiatrixes: Sex and Death on the sand

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It has been a long fight and she fought bravelly, but the stronger male finally prevails. Then the blonde warrioress Steph fell to the ground, weak from her wounds. The Nordic gladiator towered over her, his sword dripping with her blood as he violently yanked her head back by her golden hair, exposing her neck. The cheers of the bloodthirsty crowd filled the colosseum.

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Then, with evil pleasure, he slowly carved his victory into her throat, ruthlessly cutting the flesh.


Her hands scrambled desperately, trying in vain to staunch the crimson torrent pouring from the fatal gash. Foaming bubbles of blood spilled from her lips as her body convulsed violently, life fading from her horror-stricken eyes. The male gladiator reveled in his triumph, planting his foot upon her chest and raising his gore-encrusted sword high to salute the roaring masses who savored her agonizing demise. Her lifeless eyes stared up at the azure sky, glassy and unseeing, as her once-proud body cooled in a pool of her blood.

The Nordic warrior stood triumphantly over the slain blonde gladiatrix, her lifeless body sprawled beneath his blood-spattered feet. He inhaled deeply, savoring the coppery scent of her spilled blood and the roar of the approving crowd. The thrill of victory surged through his veins, hot and electric

The cheers swelled to a frenzied crescendo, the spectators intoxicated by the visceral display of power and dominion. Steph's sightless eyes stared up at the azure sky, her once-proud form cooling in the afternoon.

With Steph2000 as the female dispatched without mercy. Thanks for dying so sexy, Stephy!
 
The gladiator stalked into the arena, his sandaled feet sinking into the blood-soaked sand with each purposeful stride. His muscular frame flexed beneath the thin covering of oil, a testament to his legendary physique that had earned the adoration of countless followers. Ahead, a naked golden haired amazon waited, poised and ready with her weapon of choice. Their gazes locked in a battle of wills, two warriors prepared for the clash of blades.

With a thunderous roar that shook the ground, they launched themselves at each other, blades whirling through the air. The collision of metal was accompanied by a shower of sparks that illuminated the crimson-stained sand beneath their feet. The gladiator gave ground at first, impressed by the amazon's fluid grace and lethal precision as she evaded his wild swings.


But overconfidence betrayed her. A perfectly timed thrust landed a solid blow to the female ribs, sending her to the ground.


Snarling, he pressed the assault, raining down blows aimed at the amazon's defenseless body. The sharp edge of his blade scraped along her flank, parting flesh from bone. She screamed as blood poured from the multiple cuts, hissing through her teeth at the agony. The gladiator pressed his advantage, his blade flashing through the air to cleave clean through the woman's breast, severing it in a spray of gore.


The gladiator seized the screaming amazons arms, forcing her to stand in front of him. Then his sword ripped through her trachea and severed her carotid artery in one savage stroke. Blood sprayed the air as her windpipe severed, gurgling sounds of suffocation echoing from her shattered form. Still, she writhed and flailed, vain attempts to avoid her doom.

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The amazon's futile struggles slowly weakened as her life drained away, her once vibrant blue eyes now dull and lifeless. With a final, desperate twitch, she collapsed against the gladiator's broad chest, her blood-soaked body limp and unresisting. He stood, cradling her lifeless form, his crimson-stained fingers stroking her cold skin with a morbid sense of accomplishment. The crowd roared in approval, their frenzied chants of "Victor!" filling the colosseum.


The gladiator lifted the amazon's head by her fiery locks, tilting her chin to display the gruesome injuries he'd inflicted - the gaping wounds, the utter destruction of her once proud physique. He reveled in the macabre sight, a dark satisfaction swelling in his chest at the knowledge that he had reduced her to this state. As he carried her limp body from the arena, the audience followed, claiming to have their share of the carnage.


The gladiator came to a halt at the arena's edge, breathing heavily from the exertion of battle. He tossed the amazons carcass to the ground, its impact leaving a fresh splash of blood in the dust. Turning to greet his adoring fans, he raised his arms to the heavens, basking in their worship. This moment, this glorious scene of slaughter, would become a part of his legend, a testament to his supremacy over both man and woman.
 
A magnificent combat scene between my character Drako The Beast and the gladiatrix Marcella, wrote by Cella



The last fight

In the arena together, Drako and I are circling each other. He's a huge, lumbering, muscle-bound beast of a man. He's supposed to be my executioner, but I have other ideas. After all, I'm an Amazon warrior, swift and deadly in any fight, not some terrified victim begging for mercy as she submissively waits to die. Amazons never beg. I'll drag him to hell with me if I have to.

Drako is armed with a sword whereas I'm naked and possess only a knife. He has overwhelming strength but I have speed, agility, and a mind as sharp as my blade. I've been keeping my distance, dancing around as he tries to charge me and close the gap between us. I can see he's already growing tired and sweating heavily in the heat. Drako snorts like a bull, his huge cock, barely contained in the folds of his loincloth, growing erect at his anticipation of catching me. But I have other ideas.

I taunt him to keep him angry. An angry man will make a mistake. "Drako, you clumsy beast. Hah! You can't catch me!" I shake my tits and ass at him and the crowd roars in approval.

Drako roars back. "You fucking bitch! When I catch you I'll fuck you, gut you, and slice off your tits as you die!"

"You have to catch me first, Drako, you stupid, dumb fuck! Stay away from me if you value your cock and ball sack! Don't forget, I'm an Amazon and I'll slice 'em off if you get too close. Then I'll gut you and laugh as I dance on your entrails! Before you die I'll stuff your balls and cock in your mouth! So beware, stay away from me!"

Drako charges, enraged, and I see my opportunity. I feint to the left then turn right as he lumbers past me, his sword high and deadly. His flank is exposed so I strike with my knife slicing into his side, delivering a serious cut which immediately bleeds freely. He howls in pain then pivots quickly for such a big man and swings his sword at me. It flies out of his hand but the flat side of the blade hits the side of my head. Dazed, I stumble and fall on my ass, ending up flat on my back with my legs spread wide, fully exposing myself to him. The world is spinning around me. I'm disoriented and cannot find my knife. Without it I'm defenseless against this monster. Suddenly Drako's on me, his huge bulk between my legs, forcing my thighs wide apart. I feel his cock, now fully erect and enormous, pushing into me. The pain between my legs is searing and tearing. I can only imagine the damage he's doing to my pussy as he begins to brutally thrust in and out. Is this monster trying to split me apart!

As my vision clears I hear Drako screaming at me. "I'll fuck you to death, you fucking cunt!" I try to scoot back but his weight holds me down as his cock continues its assault on my pussy. The wound in his side bleeds freely. My thighs are slick with his blood. His face is twisted in rage as he senses victory over me, fulfilling his mission as my executioner. I can't push him away and struggle to attack his face and eyes with my hands. His huge hands clamp around my throat as he attempts to throttle me to death while fucking me. My eyes are bulging and I'm gasping for breath. I know I'm dead in a minute if I can't find my knife. In utter desperation my flailing hands find my knife on the ground. Grabbing it I stab Drako in his thigh and flank as I try to deliver a killing thrust. But I can't grip my knife tightly enough to stab effectively. Drako bellows with the pain, screaming "You fucking bitch, you fucking bitch," as he pulls his cock out of me and struggles to his feet. He staggers backward, blood oozing from the new wounds I've given him. Gasping, I laugh seeing his fearsome cock going flaccid. "What's wrong, big man?" I sneer at him. "Can't keep it up?"

Drako howls at me, mad with rage. Before I can scramble away from him he reaches down grabbing my hair and dragging me to my feet. As he does he grabs his sword off the ground and pulls me close to him, crushing my breasts against his heaving chest. I keep stabbing at him with my knife but can only find heavy muscles, nothing that will quickly disable him. I know this will end quickly for me if I don't deliver a killing thrust. I cannot escape from his powerful grasp but sense that he's beginning to weaken. For a brief moment I have hope of living through this as I have not been seriously wounded. Is Drako a dead man walking or is he not yet mortally wounded?

His raging, hot breath is in my face as he struggles to bring up his sword for a killing thrust. I keep stabbing into his knotted shoulder and arm muscles fruitlessly trying to deliver a fatal thrust. Suddenly I feel the tip of his sword under my breast. I inhale as I feel it slice up and into my chest.


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I gasp with the sudden, bright pain as my blood gushes out. Drako shouts, bloody spittle flying from his mouth, "You're dead now, you fucking bitch." I know he's right but as he steps back to watch me fall a critical amount of space has opened up between us. Before I lose consciousness I take advantage of his error. Should have kept me close, you bastard. Now, with one last effort, I thrust my knife into his exposed belly, slicing a long, deep horizontal wound.

Mortally wounded I drop to the ground. Looking up I see Drako standing, looking dumfounded as he tries to clamp his big hands over the long, killing wound I delivered across his belly. My vision begins to gray and I feel myself falling into a dark abyss. I know I'm dying but I'm contented. I smile watching Drako's intestines spill out of his belly as he howls in rage and drops to the ground.

See you in hell, you fucking bastard . . .
 
GeorgeL said:
A magnificent combat scene between my character Drako The Beast and the gladiatrix Marcella, wrote by Cella



The last fight

In the arena together, Drako and I are circling each other. He's a huge, lumbering, muscle-bound beast of a man. He's supposed to be my executioner, but I have other ideas. After all, I'm an Amazon warrior, swift and deadly in any fight, not some terrified victim begging for mercy as she submissively waits to die. Amazons never beg. I'll drag him to hell with me if I have to.

Drako is armed with a sword whereas I'm naked and possess only a knife. He has overwhelming strength but I have speed, agility, and a mind as sharp as my blade. I've been keeping my distance, dancing around as he tries to charge me and close the gap between us. I can see he's already growing tired and sweating heavily in the heat. Drako snorts like a bull, his huge cock, barely contained in the folds of his loincloth, growing erect at his anticipation of catching me. But I have other ideas.

I taunt him to keep him angry. An angry man will make a mistake. "Drako, you clumsy beast. Hah! You can't catch me!" I shake my tits and ass at him and the crowd roars in approval.

Drako roars back. "You fucking bitch! When I catch you I'll fuck you, gut you, and slice off your tits as you die!"

"You have to catch me first, Drako, you stupid, dumb fuck! Stay away from me if you value your cock and ball sack! Don't forget, I'm an Amazon and I'll slice 'em off if you get too close. Then I'll gut you and laugh as I dance on your entrails! Before you die I'll stuff your balls and cock in your mouth! So beware, stay away from me!"

Drako charges, enraged, and I see my opportunity. I feint to the left then turn right as he lumbers past me, his sword high and deadly. His flank is exposed so I strike with my knife slicing into his side, delivering a serious cut which immediately bleeds freely. He howls in pain then pivots quickly for such a big man and swings his sword at me. It flies out of his hand but the flat side of the blade hits the side of my head. Dazed, I stumble and fall on my ass, ending up flat on my back with my legs spread wide, fully exposing myself to him. The world is spinning around me. I'm disoriented and cannot find my knife. Without it I'm defenseless against this monster. Suddenly Drako's on me, his huge bulk between my legs, forcing my thighs wide apart. I feel his cock, now fully erect and enormous, pushing into me. The pain between my legs is searing and tearing. I can only imagine the damage he's doing to my pussy as he begins to brutally thrust in and out. Is this monster trying to split me apart!

As my vision clears I hear Drako screaming at me. "I'll fuck you to death, you fucking cunt!" I try to scoot back but his weight holds me down as his cock continues its assault on my pussy. The wound in his side bleeds freely. My thighs are slick with his blood. His face is twisted in rage as he senses victory over me, fulfilling his mission as my executioner. I can't push him away and struggle to attack his face and eyes with my hands. His huge hands clamp around my throat as he attempts to throttle me to death while fucking me. My eyes are bulging and I'm gasping for breath. I know I'm dead in a minute if I can't find my knife. In utter desperation my flailing hands find my knife on the ground. Grabbing it I stab Drako in his thigh and flank as I try to deliver a killing thrust. But I can't grip my knife tightly enough to stab effectively. Drako bellows with the pain, screaming "You fucking bitch, you fucking bitch," as he pulls his cock out of me and struggles to his feet. He staggers backward, blood oozing from the new wounds I've given him. Gasping, I laugh seeing his fearsome cock going flaccid. "What's wrong, big man?" I sneer at him. "Can't keep it up?"

Drako howls at me, mad with rage. Before I can scramble away from him he reaches down grabbing my hair and dragging me to my feet. As he does he grabs his sword off the ground and pulls me close to him, crushing my breasts against his heaving chest. I keep stabbing at him with my knife but can only find heavy muscles, nothing that will quickly disable him. I know this will end quickly for me if I don't deliver a killing thrust. I cannot escape from his powerful grasp but sense that he's beginning to weaken. For a brief moment I have hope of living through this as I have not been seriously wounded. Is Drako a dead man walking or is he not yet mortally wounded?

His raging, hot breath is in my face as he struggles to bring up his sword for a killing thrust. I keep stabbing into his knotted shoulder and arm muscles fruitlessly trying to deliver a fatal thrust. Suddenly I feel the tip of his sword under my breast. I inhale as I feel it slice up and into my chest.


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I gasp with the sudden, bright pain as my blood gushes out. Drako shouts, bloody spittle flying from his mouth, "You're dead now, you fucking bitch." I know he's right but as he steps back to watch me fall a critical amount of space has opened up between us. Before I lose consciousness I take advantage of his error. Should have kept me close, you bastard. Now, with one last effort, I thrust my knife into his exposed belly, slicing a long, deep horizontal wound.

Mortally wounded I drop to the ground. Looking up I see Drako standing, looking dumfounded as he tries to clamp his big hands over the long, killing wound I delivered across his belly. My vision begins to gray and I feel myself falling into a dark abyss. I know I'm dying but I'm contented. I smile watching Drako's intestines spill out of his belly as he howls in rage and drops to the ground.

See you in hell, you fucking bastard . . .
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GeorgeL's artwork is very inspiring.
 
A small cut was enough for life to begin to escape from the defeated female.
Proud of his victory, he held her head up, displaying his dying prey to the maddened crowd.

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Only when she completed her descent into hell did he let her body fall onto the sand, and walked away waving to the crowd.
 
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Humiliated and weakened by the punishment, the once proud barbarian queen falls to her knees before the enormous slave, begging him

Please let me die with dignity...

It's not what you deserve

Then his sword, cold and deadly, cuts off her breasts...


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Looking at you in surprise as she resists falling to die at your feet, the proud Amazon cannot understand how a simple and weak male has finished her off.

Death frees her from her humiliation as you proudly pose in front of the crowd with one foot on her tits and your sword raised high.


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GeorgeL said:
Looking at you in surprise as she resists falling to die at your feet, the proud Amazon cannot understand how a simple and weak male has finished her off.

Death frees her from her humiliation as you proudly pose in front of the crowd with one foot on her tits and your sword raised high.


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Good, but please don't post the same image in two different threads - that doubles our usage cost!
 
It was a shame I had to kill her, she was so beautiful. But when he entered the arena to face me, his fate was cast. It was her or me. And I finished her off like all the other bitches who dared to confront me.

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