Gladiatrix
Title: Gladiatrix
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Lucretia/OFC Dana
Fandom: Spartacus - Blood and Sand/ Gods of the Arena
Rating: MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Heads up, this fic is in the true spirit of the show, it is crass, blunt and a little rough.
A/N2: Thank you Deversum!! I hope this satisfies, if not I'm sure I can come up with something Myka/HG related..I'll trust you to honestly asses how much effort you put in v. my own effort :)
Is there room in the Ludus for a female gladiator?
Companion song: She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart http://blip.fm/~107z6v
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink: he did not die, but degenerated - into vice. ~Nietzsche
Standing on the terrace surveying the new slaves as they were brought into the courtyard, Domina’s eye was caught by a different shape than the rest at the end of the procession. Along with the usual fare, manly and muscled, a woman stood nearest the gate, slighter than the men, but tight muscles rippled under her skin all the same. She was standing motionless in her chains, however the guards still watched her closely, indicating she had been some trouble. A green tinged, puffy eye and a gash on her cheek also indicated such.
The woman stood tall, as tall as the guard in front of her. She had brown dirty and stringy hair down to her shoulders, and, Domina noted as the slave looked up, gray eyes. Those eyes had moved rapidly over the assembly of watchers both on the ground level and above before finally resting on Lucretia. Their eyes met. As the slave held her gaze, Lucretia felt something stir in her chest. She hooded her own gaze and broke the stare, then leaned over to her husband Batiatus.
“What of that one?” She asked curiously.
He turned his proud head away from surveying his new property with an irritated air, he had been preparing his speech and she interrupted his process. This speech was one of his favorite parts of owning a Ludus. He was important, he held these powerful men’s lives in his hands and trained them to be champions or die. He relished the feel of that power.
Looking over at the woman who had dropped her eyes again, his lip raised in a sneer, “Oh that,” He drawled, “The slaver wished to be rid of her. She’s pretty enough, but too heavily muscled and spirited. He was unable to sell her. We shall give her to the Gladiators with such tastes… and the heavier household tasks.” He shrugged one shoulder and went back to framing his speech in his mind.
Lucretia dropped her eyes back down on the woman calculatingly. As Batiatus began to speak to the assembled, the woman raised her eyes again and shifted her weight. As all were focused on Batiatus, Lucretia watched the female’s eyes roam every inch of the enclosure again. She measured distances, heights, counted the number of guards and other slaves and finally looked back up to the terrace. Lucretia saw the intelligence behind that gray stare and a thought formed in her mind. It was a strange thought, but the more it flicked through her brain it gained weight and substance.
Batiatus finished his speech and the slaves were filed away to the cages. The female didn’t move and the guard seemed to be at a loss as to what to do with her. Lucretia reached out and caught Batiatus’ arm as he turned to go. Sliding her hand down it lovingly she asked, “Will you order that she not be used or touched yet?”
Her husband looked at her questioningly and tipped his head. “To what purpose?”
“She could be a boon in disguise,” Lucretia looked him in the eye with that clever face he knew so well. He could tell she was up to something.
“Will you tell me or shall I guess?”
“I need assurances first,” She licked her lips slowly and gave him a soppy look, “But I will tell all in the morning?”
“Fine,” He agreed, then shouted down to the guard who had already looked up for some instruction, “Put her in a cage alone, your head if she’s touched!”
The guard bowed and the woman, who must have decided that there was no reason to resist for the time being, went willingly.
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That evening after Batiatus left for the night, Lucretia made her way down to the slave cells.
“She does not speak our language Domina,” The guard said as he opened the cell door for her.
Lucretia nodded absently as she entered the cage and circled the slave, appraising her as if she were sizing her up for a saddle. The woman stood unshackled now and eyed her warily. Domina noted the length of her forearm and the powerful thighs that extended from her skirt, holding her a good three inches higher than Lucretia herself. Lucretia then raised a hand and ran it over a toned bicep. The woman’s skin was soft, but her muscles were as hard as the men’s. She placed her palm over a pectoral muscle and slid her hand under the fabric of her top, feeling as muscle changed to the soft flesh of her breast. Her fingers brushed a nipple and the woman twitched, letting out a quick breath through her nose. Lucretia looked up at her sharply and her crisp blue eyes fell further into deep gray. She brushed the nipple again and the woman looked away, off into the hall beyond her cell, but not before Lucretia saw her eyes darken and the muscles in her neck jump.
Is that attraction? Domina thought. She pressed her hand more firmly into the woman’s chest and felt her breathing deepen and gain rapidity. Domina was sure that’s what it was, this woman found her attractive, and in turn, Lucretia noticed a dampening in her own loins. She frowned to herself, realizing her initial interest was more than just the idea that this slave could have her uses in the Arena.
She removed her hand and finished her assessment; she couldn’t let a strange attraction get in the way of her plans for this woman. When Lucretia spoke to the guard, the woman looked back to her but there was no understanding in her eyes. “Bring her up to my bath.” Lucretia said in measured tones as her mind processed this new information.
The guard looked confused, this was very strange, “Domina?” He asked being unable to articulate a whole question. This was far outside the realm of anything he’d ever been asked.
Lucretia was feeling generous today so she gave him an indulgent smile, the stupid sod, and repeated her order more slowly, “Bring her up to my bath.” Then she turned her back and ascended the stairs ears kept sharp, listening behind her to assure the order was being followed.
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When Lucretia entered the room and walked to the edge of the pool the house slaves had already stripped and led the woman into the water. They finished scrubbing and sat her back, the woman’s shoulders relaxed a fraction as they attended to her hair. Her eyes, though still wary, gained a drowsy heaviness and closed. She let the other slaves push her down further into the water. Rinsing away the dirt and grease they revealed russet brown waves that showed hints of red when it caught the light. She was beautiful in her way and Lucretia was now certain her plan would come to fruition, if this woman could survive and as long as she handled her own husband correctly.
The woman’s eyes had opened again. Lucretia tipped her head and gave her a smile, but this merely earned her a return of the tension in the woman’s demeanor. Domina placed a hand to her own chest and said, “Domina.” The woman nodded slowly, then with the same movement said, “Dana,” in a soft feminine voice, rusty from disuse.
Lucretia quirked her lips and repeated, “Dana,” Then took a seat in the chair near the door, to watch as her attendants rinsed Dana’s naked form. Dana had made no move to hide herself as she in turn kept her eyes on Lucretia. Domina felt a stirring in her belly under that gaze found herself reaching under her skirts and slowly stroking herself, easing the ache that had grown there in the woman’s presence. She smiled and became still more aroused when she saw Dana’s eyes flick rapidly to the place her hand disappeared under her dress and away again as a flush crept across her chest and up to her cheeks. Lucretia knew that look, she’d seen it thousands of times as men tried to control themselves but were unable to look away from her fine form.
“Leave us,” She said to three of the slave girls, the fourth knew her place and stayed. Dana’s eyes followed them as they left, and she licked her lips. Lucretia watched Dana’s shoulders flex as she leaned forward to rise. She let Dana stand halfway up before giving her slave girl a look and the tiniest shake of her head. Her attendant reacted instantly, an arm snapping out and seizing a handful of Dana’s hair and yanking her backwards.
As the water splashed and then churned around her, Dana’s face barely registered any emotion at all, just a complete and utter focus on Lucretia. Feeling another tingle between her legs Lucretia rose and walked over to the side of the tub closest to Dana, who, feeling the hand leave her hair, shifted toward her. Crouching low, her skirts modestly covering her again, Lucretia reached forward and touched Dana’s lips gently, then returned her fingertips to her own sternum and said, “Domina,” again into Dana’s eyes. It was both her title and her role, Dana needed to understand that.
Dana leaned an inch toward her looking upward in submission, nodded, and repeated in a growl, “Domina,” so softly Lucretia barely heard her.
Gathering her dress Lucretia seated herself on the tile with her feet dangling into the warm water. Dana moved back to accommodate her and waited like a coiled cat. Lucretia made her wait for one beat, then two, savoring the power she had to keep this beautiful animal at bay. Then she adjusted her skirts to the side, revealing herself a small portion at a time until her legs were fully bared. Dana’s face finally registered some need and her lips parted as her eyes moved between Lucretia’s folds to her face and back again, looking for permission. Lucretia basked in the heat of the gaze then gave Dana a slight nod.
The woman moved smoothly forward in the water and slowly ran her palms up her Domina’s outer thighs in an unexpected gesture of reverence. This show of humanity caused Lucretia’s eyes to widen in surprise and her smile to falter a moment. Then Dana’s hands met behind Lucretia’s back, gripped her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the pool. In the same motion Dana dipped her head and buried her mouth into Lucretia’s flesh, dragging the flat of her tongue from her opening to the soft triangle of fur. Overbalanced and over stimulated by the sudden shift Lucretia caught herself with her palms behind her and bit back a scream. The pressure and the heat of Dana’s mouth on her was so intense it hurt. She grabbed Dana’s hair and tried to pull her back. Dana didn’t move an inch but the intensity slackened and Lucretia found herself changing direction, pressing her hips forward as her hand pressed Dana’s head harder against herself.
Fingers left her back and next Lucretia felt them deep inside of her, pumping hard, leaving her, and then filling her still more fully and resuming their rhythm. Lucretia’s mouth hung open slack as her breaths and moans became sharp and quick. She watched Dana’s movements until her eyes closed themselves, feeling a wild surge rise within her as her body was rocked by Dana’s thrusts. Her breath caught and her body shattered as she came, but the thrusts didn’t stop and Dana sucked hard at her clit making her gasp, whine and come again so hard her vision blurred as her body bucked.
Lucretia growled and she felt Dana slow as she shuddered through diminishing waves of pleasure. As Lucretia tried to catch her breath her hand slipped from behind her and she fell to her elbow but she didn’t care. Dana pulled away and Lucretia lowered herself to the tile behind her and collapsed, curling a bit to keep Dana in sight.
Dana’s lips pulled into a half smile as she looked up into eyes the color of glacial ice and licked her fingers clean like the most fastidious feline Lucretia had ever witnessed. Gathering herself Lucretia sat up and watched Dana slip back onto the seat and relax, keeping her Domina in the corner of her eye. As mind altering as that orgasm was, Lucretia chaffed at the sight of Dana relaxed and self-satisfied in her bathing pool.
“Come with me,” She ordered, then stood and turned toward the open doorway. She stopped and threw a look over her shoulder to make her meaning clear. She heard water trickle and cascade behind her and when she arrived at the edge of her bed she felt the heat of Dana’s body against her back. So used to a man’s presence, Lucretia was puzzled for an instant when she felt the softness of Dana’s breast against her shoulder. When soft lips traced the curve of her neck then suckled her ear lobe however, she was quite clear. She thanked the Gods for her husband’s overnight absence.
Her musing was interrupted as she was suddenly turned and those lips crashed upon her own. Lucretia felt strange. This mouth was not a man’s, but still firm and insistent. Dana’s tongue requested entrance by skating over her lips instead of forcing its way inside. Lucretia found herself yielding, parting her mouth and feeling the muscle glide past her teeth and greet her own. She could taste herself, but also another essence that was different, yet familiar. A hand crept up her back and into her hair and another strong arm encircled her and pulled her closer. As their forms melded together, the sensation of Dana’s breasts pressed into her chest was not at all displeasing. Where the men were hard everywhere, the body before her gave in places in answer to her own. She felt deft fingers at her breast and her body relaxed into the touch. There was none of the fumbling and twisting she was used to, this felt nice. She felt that Dana’s touch was not for the woman’s own personal arousal or curiosity, but for Lucretia’s needs instead. This was a new approach and Lucretia liked the implications.
A hand slipped down her back and paused where the tie around her waist was knotted. Asking for permission again, Lucretia noted. She reached behind herself, slipped the fabric loose, then slid the dress first off one shoulder, then the other, letting the linen fall at her feet. Dana explored every inch of the smaller woman with her eyes. For a moment Lucretia felt like a nervous young bride again under that knowing gaze and she looked away. It was ridiculous of course, but she couldn’t help feeling that Dana saw further into her than her husband did. He was looking at her surface for his own pleasure. Dana seemed to looking at her as a whole person, which left her feeling much more exposed than simply being naked ever did.
When she looked back she saw that Dana was standing comfortably before her, still watching, waiting. Lucretia took Dana’s hand and placed it back over her breast, shuddering as the calloused pad of Dana’s thumb rasped over the sensitive skin. Dana bent and ran her tongue along Lucretia’s collarbone as she pinched and teased the tiny bud in her hand. Lucretia sighed, this is what she deserved, full attention to her desires. Even when Dana wasn’t watching her, Lucretia could tell she was listening because she responded instantly to each noise that passed her Domina’s lips. Lucretia realized she had been comparing Dana to a man, but that there was no comparison. It was very different with her than a man. Both were gratifying, but Dana’s focus on her was unmatched by any male lover.
A harder pinch made her gasp, then Dana pushed her back on to the bed. Lips about to object to the impertinence were silenced by a kiss and a strong thigh planted between her own. Lucretia arched up and ground herself on hard muscle as Dana moved from her lips to her breast. Dana nipped and Lucretia’s muscles jumped, when Dana did it again the words to command her to stop it were left unspoken as those lips wrapped around her other breast and a tongue swirled over her nipple. Dana pulled back and blew on it gently, only to take it back between her teeth and bite. Lucretia cried out and grabbed Dana’s hair again. This time Dana let her head twist with the pull and relented, then wrapped an arm underneath Lucretia’s shoulders. She rolled her powerful frame over onto her back, pulling Lucretia on top of her as the fingers of her other hand found and thrust inside the smaller woman hard.
Lucretia heard her own cry echo back to her, then a sob. Dana’s thrusts were slow and deep as she rocked her hips against the woman above her. Lucretia increased the pace, roughly pushing herself down. As she shifted, her thigh pressed against Dana’s center, earning a startled moan. The sound pleased her so she did it again and stayed there. Dana’s shoulders flexed taught as she reached behind Lucretia and pulled her to grind harder still against her. Biting her lip Lucretia pounded down and came hard, back arched and groaning low.
She watched Dana’s eyes as she took the last few thrusts from the woman’s hand. So in control in the beginning, Dana had come unraveled. Lucretia liked that it was all for her. She took over, her own fingers plunging inside the warrior who roared, and fucked her to the rhythm of Dana’s still heaving breaths. Lucretia watched as Dana’s muscles rolled under her skin and met the resistance inside the woman with still more force. Their eyes met for a split second before Dana’s closed and Lucretia felt her come, inner muscles contracting around her fingers. When the body beneath her relaxed, Lucretia realized she had been holding her own breath and let it out slow as she rolled away.
Dana caught her breath and looked over at Lucretia thoughtfully. Lucretia smirked and purred, “Didn’t expect that from me did you? I’m a fast learner.” Dana just looked back at the ceiling and blew out a deep breath as Lucretia studied her. Regretfully Lucretia couldn’t keep Dana simply for play, Batiatus would be too jealous. Everyone earned his or her keep at the Ludus and Dana could be no exception.
Lucretia reached over and stroked Dana’s forearm. It was not a caress, but wasn’t unkind either. Dana looked back over at Lucretia who beckoned, then stood and walked out onto the terrace.
When Dana joined her Lucretia spoke. “You will be trained as a gladiator,” she said pointing first at Dana, then at the training ground. Dana looked down to the sand and back at Lucretia, her face once again expressionless, then her eyes moved to trace the lines in the wall for a moment. As Lucretia idly wondered what could be going on in that mind, Dana looked back at her, eyes hardened. They looked right through Lucretia to a time or place she could only imagine. She suddenly felt her chest clench and for a second wondered whether the struggle for life and death as entertainment was truly right and just. This thought was brief though as Dana turned, put on her new garments and moved to stand by the door, awaiting Lucretia’s leave and an escort back to her cell.
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For Dana, Lucretia’s behavior was entirely expected. It was partly why she had made it hurt just a little for the Roman woman, though ‘Domina’ had seemed to enjoy it, which also didn’t surprise her. She’d play the game until she saw an opportunity for an honorable death. Perhaps she had a better chance for that as a gladiator than as a house slave?
Dana had already lost everything to these animals who called Rome ‘civilization’. Indoor water pipes and paved roads aside, Romans were nothing more than beasts at the mercy of their own vices. Conquest was just another game to them, another way to prop up a losing equation overbalanced by over indulgence. Rome didn’t produce anything without slaves, and slaves, as far as Dana could tell, were expensive to keep. Roman appetite for slaves and land had already deprived Dana of her village and her daughter. Everyone she had known snuffed out for some Roman general’s petty ambition.
In many ways, she was now the creature Domina treated her as. Letting herself indulge in a few moments of pleasure with the hope of making herself valuable enough to be left alive. Not that Domina wasn’t beautiful…she was very beautiful…and surprising, But with her obvious vices and ambitions she was also, as Dana would define it, insane. No sane person could treat a woman as chattel one moment and bed her the next. Then again, that was what she herself had just done to a certain extent, so she had to consider herself on the verge of sanity as well. After what she had been through the last few months though, she gave herself some allowances.
Most recently she had nearly lost her life at the hands of the slaver for not allowing herself or the other women in her cage to be raped by the men. She had elbowed one man in the throat and another had his gentiles crushed by her knee. The latter had been down for three days. Dana had her eye blackened and a gash opened on her cheek for that, but it was worth it. As she walked down the stairs to the cells she wondered how long she could survive having been sold to the same master as the two she had beat in the slaver’s cage. By the look in their eyes when they were chained to the same line to be lead away, she was already dead.
Could she have been good enough in bed that Domina’s word would keep her separated from the rest until those dogs were put down? She had been with more than a few women. She was a fighter and a lover, she had always been, both required deft skill, sizing up another person and watching them for their response, a skill she had. She regarded sex with men useful to make children, but only a woman could know a woman. She passed the first locked door and noted how those days were behind her now. She had little impulse beyond survival anymore. Escape would be fruitless, and she lacked the stomach for suicide. Her people believed you died in battle, young and innocent or old and wise. Would a death in an arena for blood sport allow her to reach the halls of her foremothers in death? Perhaps only if she fought well she thought. The cell door clanged behind her and she settled into the straw in the corner. Perhaps…she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning as they ate their meal, Batiatus took Lucretia's arm and turned it over, observing the dark bruise on her elbow. Lucretia met his eyes and smiled, "It's nothing. I simply hit it against a doorframe," she said.
"With your easy grace?" He responded raising an eyebrow.
"Things happen," She commented continuing her meal.
"That they do," he responded, thinking no more of it.
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Lucretia/OFC Dana
Fandom: Spartacus - Blood and Sand/ Gods of the Arena
Rating: MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: None
A/N: Heads up, this fic is in the true spirit of the show, it is crass, blunt and a little rough.
A/N2: Thank you Deversum!! I hope this satisfies, if not I'm sure I can come up with something Myka/HG related..I'll trust you to honestly asses how much effort you put in v. my own effort :)
Is there room in the Ludus for a female gladiator?
Companion song: She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart http://blip.fm/~107z6v
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink: he did not die, but degenerated - into vice. ~Nietzsche
Standing on the terrace surveying the new slaves as they were brought into the courtyard, Domina’s eye was caught by a different shape than the rest at the end of the procession. Along with the usual fare, manly and muscled, a woman stood nearest the gate, slighter than the men, but tight muscles rippled under her skin all the same. She was standing motionless in her chains, however the guards still watched her closely, indicating she had been some trouble. A green tinged, puffy eye and a gash on her cheek also indicated such.
The woman stood tall, as tall as the guard in front of her. She had brown dirty and stringy hair down to her shoulders, and, Domina noted as the slave looked up, gray eyes. Those eyes had moved rapidly over the assembly of watchers both on the ground level and above before finally resting on Lucretia. Their eyes met. As the slave held her gaze, Lucretia felt something stir in her chest. She hooded her own gaze and broke the stare, then leaned over to her husband Batiatus.
“What of that one?” She asked curiously.
He turned his proud head away from surveying his new property with an irritated air, he had been preparing his speech and she interrupted his process. This speech was one of his favorite parts of owning a Ludus. He was important, he held these powerful men’s lives in his hands and trained them to be champions or die. He relished the feel of that power.
Looking over at the woman who had dropped her eyes again, his lip raised in a sneer, “Oh that,” He drawled, “The slaver wished to be rid of her. She’s pretty enough, but too heavily muscled and spirited. He was unable to sell her. We shall give her to the Gladiators with such tastes… and the heavier household tasks.” He shrugged one shoulder and went back to framing his speech in his mind.
Lucretia dropped her eyes back down on the woman calculatingly. As Batiatus began to speak to the assembled, the woman raised her eyes again and shifted her weight. As all were focused on Batiatus, Lucretia watched the female’s eyes roam every inch of the enclosure again. She measured distances, heights, counted the number of guards and other slaves and finally looked back up to the terrace. Lucretia saw the intelligence behind that gray stare and a thought formed in her mind. It was a strange thought, but the more it flicked through her brain it gained weight and substance.
Batiatus finished his speech and the slaves were filed away to the cages. The female didn’t move and the guard seemed to be at a loss as to what to do with her. Lucretia reached out and caught Batiatus’ arm as he turned to go. Sliding her hand down it lovingly she asked, “Will you order that she not be used or touched yet?”
Her husband looked at her questioningly and tipped his head. “To what purpose?”
“She could be a boon in disguise,” Lucretia looked him in the eye with that clever face he knew so well. He could tell she was up to something.
“Will you tell me or shall I guess?”
“I need assurances first,” She licked her lips slowly and gave him a soppy look, “But I will tell all in the morning?”
“Fine,” He agreed, then shouted down to the guard who had already looked up for some instruction, “Put her in a cage alone, your head if she’s touched!”
The guard bowed and the woman, who must have decided that there was no reason to resist for the time being, went willingly.
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That evening after Batiatus left for the night, Lucretia made her way down to the slave cells.
“She does not speak our language Domina,” The guard said as he opened the cell door for her.
Lucretia nodded absently as she entered the cage and circled the slave, appraising her as if she were sizing her up for a saddle. The woman stood unshackled now and eyed her warily. Domina noted the length of her forearm and the powerful thighs that extended from her skirt, holding her a good three inches higher than Lucretia herself. Lucretia then raised a hand and ran it over a toned bicep. The woman’s skin was soft, but her muscles were as hard as the men’s. She placed her palm over a pectoral muscle and slid her hand under the fabric of her top, feeling as muscle changed to the soft flesh of her breast. Her fingers brushed a nipple and the woman twitched, letting out a quick breath through her nose. Lucretia looked up at her sharply and her crisp blue eyes fell further into deep gray. She brushed the nipple again and the woman looked away, off into the hall beyond her cell, but not before Lucretia saw her eyes darken and the muscles in her neck jump.
Is that attraction? Domina thought. She pressed her hand more firmly into the woman’s chest and felt her breathing deepen and gain rapidity. Domina was sure that’s what it was, this woman found her attractive, and in turn, Lucretia noticed a dampening in her own loins. She frowned to herself, realizing her initial interest was more than just the idea that this slave could have her uses in the Arena.
She removed her hand and finished her assessment; she couldn’t let a strange attraction get in the way of her plans for this woman. When Lucretia spoke to the guard, the woman looked back to her but there was no understanding in her eyes. “Bring her up to my bath.” Lucretia said in measured tones as her mind processed this new information.
The guard looked confused, this was very strange, “Domina?” He asked being unable to articulate a whole question. This was far outside the realm of anything he’d ever been asked.
Lucretia was feeling generous today so she gave him an indulgent smile, the stupid sod, and repeated her order more slowly, “Bring her up to my bath.” Then she turned her back and ascended the stairs ears kept sharp, listening behind her to assure the order was being followed.
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When Lucretia entered the room and walked to the edge of the pool the house slaves had already stripped and led the woman into the water. They finished scrubbing and sat her back, the woman’s shoulders relaxed a fraction as they attended to her hair. Her eyes, though still wary, gained a drowsy heaviness and closed. She let the other slaves push her down further into the water. Rinsing away the dirt and grease they revealed russet brown waves that showed hints of red when it caught the light. She was beautiful in her way and Lucretia was now certain her plan would come to fruition, if this woman could survive and as long as she handled her own husband correctly.
The woman’s eyes had opened again. Lucretia tipped her head and gave her a smile, but this merely earned her a return of the tension in the woman’s demeanor. Domina placed a hand to her own chest and said, “Domina.” The woman nodded slowly, then with the same movement said, “Dana,” in a soft feminine voice, rusty from disuse.
Lucretia quirked her lips and repeated, “Dana,” Then took a seat in the chair near the door, to watch as her attendants rinsed Dana’s naked form. Dana had made no move to hide herself as she in turn kept her eyes on Lucretia. Domina felt a stirring in her belly under that gaze found herself reaching under her skirts and slowly stroking herself, easing the ache that had grown there in the woman’s presence. She smiled and became still more aroused when she saw Dana’s eyes flick rapidly to the place her hand disappeared under her dress and away again as a flush crept across her chest and up to her cheeks. Lucretia knew that look, she’d seen it thousands of times as men tried to control themselves but were unable to look away from her fine form.
“Leave us,” She said to three of the slave girls, the fourth knew her place and stayed. Dana’s eyes followed them as they left, and she licked her lips. Lucretia watched Dana’s shoulders flex as she leaned forward to rise. She let Dana stand halfway up before giving her slave girl a look and the tiniest shake of her head. Her attendant reacted instantly, an arm snapping out and seizing a handful of Dana’s hair and yanking her backwards.
As the water splashed and then churned around her, Dana’s face barely registered any emotion at all, just a complete and utter focus on Lucretia. Feeling another tingle between her legs Lucretia rose and walked over to the side of the tub closest to Dana, who, feeling the hand leave her hair, shifted toward her. Crouching low, her skirts modestly covering her again, Lucretia reached forward and touched Dana’s lips gently, then returned her fingertips to her own sternum and said, “Domina,” again into Dana’s eyes. It was both her title and her role, Dana needed to understand that.
Dana leaned an inch toward her looking upward in submission, nodded, and repeated in a growl, “Domina,” so softly Lucretia barely heard her.
Gathering her dress Lucretia seated herself on the tile with her feet dangling into the warm water. Dana moved back to accommodate her and waited like a coiled cat. Lucretia made her wait for one beat, then two, savoring the power she had to keep this beautiful animal at bay. Then she adjusted her skirts to the side, revealing herself a small portion at a time until her legs were fully bared. Dana’s face finally registered some need and her lips parted as her eyes moved between Lucretia’s folds to her face and back again, looking for permission. Lucretia basked in the heat of the gaze then gave Dana a slight nod.
The woman moved smoothly forward in the water and slowly ran her palms up her Domina’s outer thighs in an unexpected gesture of reverence. This show of humanity caused Lucretia’s eyes to widen in surprise and her smile to falter a moment. Then Dana’s hands met behind Lucretia’s back, gripped her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the pool. In the same motion Dana dipped her head and buried her mouth into Lucretia’s flesh, dragging the flat of her tongue from her opening to the soft triangle of fur. Overbalanced and over stimulated by the sudden shift Lucretia caught herself with her palms behind her and bit back a scream. The pressure and the heat of Dana’s mouth on her was so intense it hurt. She grabbed Dana’s hair and tried to pull her back. Dana didn’t move an inch but the intensity slackened and Lucretia found herself changing direction, pressing her hips forward as her hand pressed Dana’s head harder against herself.
Fingers left her back and next Lucretia felt them deep inside of her, pumping hard, leaving her, and then filling her still more fully and resuming their rhythm. Lucretia’s mouth hung open slack as her breaths and moans became sharp and quick. She watched Dana’s movements until her eyes closed themselves, feeling a wild surge rise within her as her body was rocked by Dana’s thrusts. Her breath caught and her body shattered as she came, but the thrusts didn’t stop and Dana sucked hard at her clit making her gasp, whine and come again so hard her vision blurred as her body bucked.
Lucretia growled and she felt Dana slow as she shuddered through diminishing waves of pleasure. As Lucretia tried to catch her breath her hand slipped from behind her and she fell to her elbow but she didn’t care. Dana pulled away and Lucretia lowered herself to the tile behind her and collapsed, curling a bit to keep Dana in sight.
Dana’s lips pulled into a half smile as she looked up into eyes the color of glacial ice and licked her fingers clean like the most fastidious feline Lucretia had ever witnessed. Gathering herself Lucretia sat up and watched Dana slip back onto the seat and relax, keeping her Domina in the corner of her eye. As mind altering as that orgasm was, Lucretia chaffed at the sight of Dana relaxed and self-satisfied in her bathing pool.
“Come with me,” She ordered, then stood and turned toward the open doorway. She stopped and threw a look over her shoulder to make her meaning clear. She heard water trickle and cascade behind her and when she arrived at the edge of her bed she felt the heat of Dana’s body against her back. So used to a man’s presence, Lucretia was puzzled for an instant when she felt the softness of Dana’s breast against her shoulder. When soft lips traced the curve of her neck then suckled her ear lobe however, she was quite clear. She thanked the Gods for her husband’s overnight absence.
Her musing was interrupted as she was suddenly turned and those lips crashed upon her own. Lucretia felt strange. This mouth was not a man’s, but still firm and insistent. Dana’s tongue requested entrance by skating over her lips instead of forcing its way inside. Lucretia found herself yielding, parting her mouth and feeling the muscle glide past her teeth and greet her own. She could taste herself, but also another essence that was different, yet familiar. A hand crept up her back and into her hair and another strong arm encircled her and pulled her closer. As their forms melded together, the sensation of Dana’s breasts pressed into her chest was not at all displeasing. Where the men were hard everywhere, the body before her gave in places in answer to her own. She felt deft fingers at her breast and her body relaxed into the touch. There was none of the fumbling and twisting she was used to, this felt nice. She felt that Dana’s touch was not for the woman’s own personal arousal or curiosity, but for Lucretia’s needs instead. This was a new approach and Lucretia liked the implications.
A hand slipped down her back and paused where the tie around her waist was knotted. Asking for permission again, Lucretia noted. She reached behind herself, slipped the fabric loose, then slid the dress first off one shoulder, then the other, letting the linen fall at her feet. Dana explored every inch of the smaller woman with her eyes. For a moment Lucretia felt like a nervous young bride again under that knowing gaze and she looked away. It was ridiculous of course, but she couldn’t help feeling that Dana saw further into her than her husband did. He was looking at her surface for his own pleasure. Dana seemed to looking at her as a whole person, which left her feeling much more exposed than simply being naked ever did.
When she looked back she saw that Dana was standing comfortably before her, still watching, waiting. Lucretia took Dana’s hand and placed it back over her breast, shuddering as the calloused pad of Dana’s thumb rasped over the sensitive skin. Dana bent and ran her tongue along Lucretia’s collarbone as she pinched and teased the tiny bud in her hand. Lucretia sighed, this is what she deserved, full attention to her desires. Even when Dana wasn’t watching her, Lucretia could tell she was listening because she responded instantly to each noise that passed her Domina’s lips. Lucretia realized she had been comparing Dana to a man, but that there was no comparison. It was very different with her than a man. Both were gratifying, but Dana’s focus on her was unmatched by any male lover.
A harder pinch made her gasp, then Dana pushed her back on to the bed. Lips about to object to the impertinence were silenced by a kiss and a strong thigh planted between her own. Lucretia arched up and ground herself on hard muscle as Dana moved from her lips to her breast. Dana nipped and Lucretia’s muscles jumped, when Dana did it again the words to command her to stop it were left unspoken as those lips wrapped around her other breast and a tongue swirled over her nipple. Dana pulled back and blew on it gently, only to take it back between her teeth and bite. Lucretia cried out and grabbed Dana’s hair again. This time Dana let her head twist with the pull and relented, then wrapped an arm underneath Lucretia’s shoulders. She rolled her powerful frame over onto her back, pulling Lucretia on top of her as the fingers of her other hand found and thrust inside the smaller woman hard.
Lucretia heard her own cry echo back to her, then a sob. Dana’s thrusts were slow and deep as she rocked her hips against the woman above her. Lucretia increased the pace, roughly pushing herself down. As she shifted, her thigh pressed against Dana’s center, earning a startled moan. The sound pleased her so she did it again and stayed there. Dana’s shoulders flexed taught as she reached behind Lucretia and pulled her to grind harder still against her. Biting her lip Lucretia pounded down and came hard, back arched and groaning low.
She watched Dana’s eyes as she took the last few thrusts from the woman’s hand. So in control in the beginning, Dana had come unraveled. Lucretia liked that it was all for her. She took over, her own fingers plunging inside the warrior who roared, and fucked her to the rhythm of Dana’s still heaving breaths. Lucretia watched as Dana’s muscles rolled under her skin and met the resistance inside the woman with still more force. Their eyes met for a split second before Dana’s closed and Lucretia felt her come, inner muscles contracting around her fingers. When the body beneath her relaxed, Lucretia realized she had been holding her own breath and let it out slow as she rolled away.
Dana caught her breath and looked over at Lucretia thoughtfully. Lucretia smirked and purred, “Didn’t expect that from me did you? I’m a fast learner.” Dana just looked back at the ceiling and blew out a deep breath as Lucretia studied her. Regretfully Lucretia couldn’t keep Dana simply for play, Batiatus would be too jealous. Everyone earned his or her keep at the Ludus and Dana could be no exception.
Lucretia reached over and stroked Dana’s forearm. It was not a caress, but wasn’t unkind either. Dana looked back over at Lucretia who beckoned, then stood and walked out onto the terrace.
When Dana joined her Lucretia spoke. “You will be trained as a gladiator,” she said pointing first at Dana, then at the training ground. Dana looked down to the sand and back at Lucretia, her face once again expressionless, then her eyes moved to trace the lines in the wall for a moment. As Lucretia idly wondered what could be going on in that mind, Dana looked back at her, eyes hardened. They looked right through Lucretia to a time or place she could only imagine. She suddenly felt her chest clench and for a second wondered whether the struggle for life and death as entertainment was truly right and just. This thought was brief though as Dana turned, put on her new garments and moved to stand by the door, awaiting Lucretia’s leave and an escort back to her cell.
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For Dana, Lucretia’s behavior was entirely expected. It was partly why she had made it hurt just a little for the Roman woman, though ‘Domina’ had seemed to enjoy it, which also didn’t surprise her. She’d play the game until she saw an opportunity for an honorable death. Perhaps she had a better chance for that as a gladiator than as a house slave?
Dana had already lost everything to these animals who called Rome ‘civilization’. Indoor water pipes and paved roads aside, Romans were nothing more than beasts at the mercy of their own vices. Conquest was just another game to them, another way to prop up a losing equation overbalanced by over indulgence. Rome didn’t produce anything without slaves, and slaves, as far as Dana could tell, were expensive to keep. Roman appetite for slaves and land had already deprived Dana of her village and her daughter. Everyone she had known snuffed out for some Roman general’s petty ambition.
In many ways, she was now the creature Domina treated her as. Letting herself indulge in a few moments of pleasure with the hope of making herself valuable enough to be left alive. Not that Domina wasn’t beautiful…she was very beautiful…and surprising, But with her obvious vices and ambitions she was also, as Dana would define it, insane. No sane person could treat a woman as chattel one moment and bed her the next. Then again, that was what she herself had just done to a certain extent, so she had to consider herself on the verge of sanity as well. After what she had been through the last few months though, she gave herself some allowances.
Most recently she had nearly lost her life at the hands of the slaver for not allowing herself or the other women in her cage to be raped by the men. She had elbowed one man in the throat and another had his gentiles crushed by her knee. The latter had been down for three days. Dana had her eye blackened and a gash opened on her cheek for that, but it was worth it. As she walked down the stairs to the cells she wondered how long she could survive having been sold to the same master as the two she had beat in the slaver’s cage. By the look in their eyes when they were chained to the same line to be lead away, she was already dead.
Could she have been good enough in bed that Domina’s word would keep her separated from the rest until those dogs were put down? She had been with more than a few women. She was a fighter and a lover, she had always been, both required deft skill, sizing up another person and watching them for their response, a skill she had. She regarded sex with men useful to make children, but only a woman could know a woman. She passed the first locked door and noted how those days were behind her now. She had little impulse beyond survival anymore. Escape would be fruitless, and she lacked the stomach for suicide. Her people believed you died in battle, young and innocent or old and wise. Would a death in an arena for blood sport allow her to reach the halls of her foremothers in death? Perhaps only if she fought well she thought. The cell door clanged behind her and she settled into the straw in the corner. Perhaps…she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning as they ate their meal, Batiatus took Lucretia's arm and turned it over, observing the dark bruise on her elbow. Lucretia met his eyes and smiled, "It's nothing. I simply hit it against a doorframe," she said.
"With your easy grace?" He responded raising an eyebrow.
"Things happen," She commented continuing her meal.
"That they do," he responded, thinking no more of it.