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A tribesman’s fate

The sun stood high at the sky burning the earth with relentless power. The air flickered over the burning land and was filled with noise. Wood hitting wood. Metal hitting metal. The origin of this noise was the walled yard of an ample villa which dominated the hill it was built upon. It stood on the very outskirts of Peastum, a busy town several days south of Rome. On the balcony stood two ladies which looked down on the dusty backyard with excitement where the noise had its origin.
They wore artful hairstyle with pearls woven into their curled hairs and long airy tunics which were held by sashes bend around their refined bodies just below their breasts. Close to them stood a tall woman with red hair dressed with a simple tunic. She waved a big hand fan with ostrich feathers to deliver a stream of air to the ladies.

“Aglaea dear, would you like more wine”, the older lady who looked slightly past the midst of her 20’s asked.
“Oh yes, with pleasure Lavina. It is very hot today. See how the men are sweating,” the one called Aglaea answered. She seemed to be a bit younger perhaps 22 to barely 24.
Lavina clapped her hands and a girl with bronze skin and curly black hair left the shadow close to the wall and refilled Aglaea’s goblet. Lavina nodded the girl and shifted her attention again down to the yard while the girl stepped back to the wall.
Lavina let some time pass until she broke the silence again. “How do you judge them?” she wanted to know.
“Honestly, I do not understand too much about it. Of course I adore the games. But to judge? Well, If you ask me I would bet on the tall blond one over there. Who is he?” was Aglaea’s prompt reply pointing her finger down on one of the men.

“Oh, this one? You have a stunning taste my dear. He is one of the slaves Germanicus brought from his recent campaign. One barbar from the northern forests beyond the Alps. His name is Hildbert. He is training for not too long but as Aemilius says he has a very promising future. Tall, strong, athletic, skilled and fearless. He is really blessed by Mars as it looks like.”
Aglaea smiled, “May be not only blessed by Mars. Also Venus might have had a word or two, don’t you think so?”
Lavina laughed, “Oh well, probably. You will never change, will you? I already forgot about it. Since my marriage with Aemilius I almost forgot about the way of life in Rome. And its countless pleasures. It is so hard and boring to live here in the south. The middle of nowhere.”

“Surrounded by the most adorable men one could imagine,” Aglaea extended Lavina’s sentence chuckling while fixating the blond barbar eagerly. “I think it is not the worst thing to be married to a lanista and live in a ludus. If I imagine my view from the balcony it is far less entertaining.”
“You’re kidding,” Lavina replied. “What could ever compete with the life in Rome?”
“To watch the games each day,” Aglaea answered with a grin and took a sip from her wine. “Would you mind to let them fight for me?”
“Of course not,” Lavina agreed, ”If my precious friend has a wish, it is my order.” She clapped her hands.

Down the yard a black man wearing a whip looked up, “Domina?”
“Douksa, get an opponent for Hildbert and let them fight,” Lavina ordered.
“As you wish domina,” was Douksa’s obedient answer. The Nubian let his whip crack to interrupt the practice of the men and told Hildbert to take up wooden arms. As a murmillo he got equipped with a sword and the tall shield of a legionnaire. Usually also a bronze helmet and greaves if it were for a real fight in the arena. This time he wore just a leather helmet and padding around his sword-arm and legs and a short wooden sword.

His chosen opponent was the typical one: a thraex. He equipped similar gear but a smaller rectangular shield and a bended wooden sword shaped like the real sica. The bend was meant to enable thrusts over the rim of the bigger murmillo’s shield or to hook behind the shield to compensate for the different sizes. Unlike for real fights he too wore not the bronze gear. Just a leather helmet and padding same as Hildbert’s.

“One dinar on Flavus the thraex,” Lavina said.
“You’ll owe me one than,” Aglaea smiled and watched the ongoing with rising excitement.
Both gladiators got ready and faced the balcony. They greeted the ladies by rising their swords and than turned to face each other.
“Oh by the Gods,” Aglaea cheered. “This is so exciting.”
“You may order them to begin,” Lavina invited.
“Oh really? That’s great. I love you so much Lavina,” Aglaea was flattered. Than she yelled down, “Begin!”

The thraex immediately attacked and threw his whole weight in a shield-trust against Hildbert. But the northern barbarian was too strong to be put out of balance so easily and held his stand. The shields crushed against each other with no further effect. Immediately Hildbert gave a powerful push back to his shield and threw his opponent away into defense. They started to clash together again and again. Each stroke, each thrust they ducked, dodged or deflected with their shields. Both were skillful fighters as Aglaea could witness. The fight went back and force with no clear advantage for one or the other. What Hildbert had in favor with strength, the other gladiator compensated with experience, lighter gear and better agility.

Aglaea leaned over the parapet of the balcony not to miss a move. She followed the combat with reddish cheeks full of suspense and quite aroused. She cheered her favorite shivering with anticipation. The muscular half naked bodies gleaming from sweat in the hot southern sun stimulated her fantasy.

Than Hildbert made a cunning move. He lured the thraex by showing an open space in his shield guard. As expected the thraex tried a sword thrust against the opened space. But Hildbert dodged the thrust he had foreseen and spun around giving the thraex a hard blow with his shield to the back. Already almost out of balance from his forceful thrust which only pierced the air Hildbert’s blow brought him down to the sand. At once Hildbert was upon him and held him down with his heavy shield on his neck. Flavus rose his hand with two fingers towards the balcony as a sign of his surrender begging for mercy. Hildbert looked also towards the balcony rising his wooden sword. His neck framed by tousled hair blond as straw.

“He may live,” Aglaea said delighted towards her victorious favorite. “He brought me a dinar at last and fought bravely. Spare his life.” She held her hand out with the thumb upwards. Of course Lavina did the same. If it was time to spill blood it should be inside the arena and not at this forgotten place without the cheers of hundreds and hundreds of throats. Besides this fight was not meant serious.
“I owe you a dinar”, Lavina said and smiled to Aglaea who could not turn her face away from this barbarian gladiator who was helping Flavus back on his feet.
“What? Oh yes, indeed!” Aglaea answered obviously lost in thoughts.

Meanwhile Hildbert was putting his training weapons back and was about to continue the training as his comrades already did. Still observing, Aglaea made a sudden move towards Lavina, “You know? Concerning the dinar I have an exciting idea. Listen...” She put her mouth close to Lavina’s ear and whispered something. As she finished Lavina rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. “My dear. If you wish it, it will be. Of course I won’t turn down your request.” Lavina looked down to the man with the whip, “Douksa!“

Douksa had been a gladiator himself for years. One with fortune. Unlike others he had won most of his fights. And the few he lost he fought with such bravery and skill that the crowd was willing to spare him. So he went through. He received several wounds during his career but due to good medical treatment he always recovered without being crippled. A gladiator was very valuable for his owner especially such a good one like Douksa. So they were treated well and got the best medical care money could buy. Douksa managed to survive due to his bravery, his skill and his talent to enthuse the crowd until he finally was rewarded with the rudis. The wooden sword which was the symbol of him being a free man now.

But just being free did not mean much inside of the strict hierarchical society of the Roman Empire. Therefore his options remained quite limited. Becoming referee in the arena or a bodyguard or keeping up the fights as a rudiarius and participate in the games as an elite. Opting for glory and wealth. Or death.
Douksa took another decision and signed a contract with the lanista to become his trainer of gladiators. But whether a free man or not. The domina was to obey in any matter as if she would be the lanista herself.

“Yes domina,” he replied dutiful up to the balcony where Lavina stood looking down on him.
“Hildbert has deserved a gratification. He shall have the rest of the day off. Send him to relax, bath and let him get a massage too. And during the next break I will have to talk with you inside the villa”, she gave her orders.
“I have understood domina,” Douksa replied. “Everything will be arranged according to your wishes.”
Lavina turned towards her guest, “Well, lets go inside and refresh a bit in the atrium. The heat it getting unbearable, don’t you think so dear?”
“You’re right as usual,” Aglaea agreed unable to turn her head away from Hildbert. “May be we could have a light meal too?”
Lavina nodded: “Sure!”

“Oh, by the way. Does this barbar speak our tongue?” came suddenly to Aglaea’s mind.
“Well, don’t expect him to write poems. But he understands most,” was the answer.
The ladies went chatting through the door inside the villa and fled the burning heat down inside the atrium which was much more comfortable to stay. They rested on convenient divans which stood around the central pool. They let themselves being served from the house slaves with wine and tiny dishes.

Hildbert left the yard and went to the quarters of the gladiators. He went to the bath room and prepared himself a bath. He slipped into the stony tub and felt the refreshing water which took the weight of his body away. Same way it took away his thoughts. Way back to the north, deep inside the moist and foggy forests where his tribe the Cherusci lived.

Until the day the Romans returned seeking revenge for Varus’ three slaughtered legions. They met the Romans for battle at a location named Idistavisus. But Germanicus was able to get the upper hand with the help of traitorous Chatti. Arminius led the united German tribes to a second defense line at the Angrivarierwall. This battle the Romans also claimed victory but they suffered such terrible losses that they had to return behind the Rhine. Hildbert was captured during this battle and enslaved like all of those tribesmen who neither fell victim to the blood hungry swords nor could escape.

He remembered his free days, hunting in the forests and becoming a warrior. How he was living a free and proud life with no one above as the Gods.
He swallowed his bitter hatred for the Romans and swore to himself that he would regain his freedom one day. And return home.
As Donar might help him.
He stretched his body and closed his eyes recalling the images of his homeland. He began to drowse.
Hildbert was disturbed by another slave after a while. A stout man from Greek.
“I was ordered to give you a massage”, the Greek told Hildbert.
“I know”, was his short reply not very pleased with this disturbance. He rose from his bath and followed the Greek who could do miracles in slacken muscles and making them pliant.

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The sun had changed its place with the moon and the burning heat had given space for a mellow evening. The noise of the beating weapons had settled. Instead the air was filled with the chirr of countless crickets. Douksa guided Hildbert through the villa as he was ordered and committed him to his duties, “Whatever you’ll be told, obey! Whether you like it or not. Understand?”

Hildbert nodded. He quite well understood. If he would not obey the best he would have to face would be the whip. The worst could be crucifixion. He would obey.
Same way as he took each word from Douksa eagerly, each lesson with great attention. If he would ever be able to become a survivor in the arena and regain his freedom, than only if he takes everything Douksa had to offer.
And if he obeys.
One day he would return home. He would survive. No matter what. Hildbert’s mind was firmly set.

After a walk through the large villa Douksa finally opened a door for him and grinned: “Here we are. Don’t forget. Do as you’re told. Without exceptions. For this evening the person inside is your owner. If you forget it you will be reminded.” Douksa showed his whip to make matters clear. But this was not necessary as Hildbert knew quite well about. Every slave inside the Roman Empire knew it by hard. Hildbert nodded and slipped through the door.

He entered a very luxurious room which was dominated by a large bed. Tables, chairs, divans and footlockers completed the interior. The room was illuminated by dozens of oil lamps. The walls were decorated with artful paintings showing themes from Roman mythology. The figures seemed almost alive in the flickering lights.
The young lady from the balcony rose from one of the divans and trod gracefully towards him.

She wore a black dress which was only held by a thin loop around her neck holding the top in the middle. The dress did barely cover her breasts. The fabric was woven from very thin threads. Hildbert had never seen before alike. The cloth was so thin that it did not hide the breasts of the woman which approached him. Hildbert could see through and got an idea of the teats crowning her breasts. Close underneath her breasts was a seam like a roof ridge with the edge pointing up to her cleavage. From this seam downwards the fabric was interwoven top to bottom with parallel thin silver chains twinkling in the lights of the oil lamps. The dress ended far above her knees. It barely covered her mound and its transparency emphasized her gems much more than it did hide them.

At her ears hung valuable golden earrings which covered more than half the length of her slender neck. The upper part of the earrings resembled a heart-shaped golden frame which was pearled with white tiny pearls. At the point of this heart hung a big pearl. The main body of this jewelry reminded Hildbert of the head of a horned animal. The head-like lower part was a rhombus gemmed with tiny dark red pearls from stone or glass. The two broad golden horns flanked the big pearl and met at the top of the heart. In addition the whole red rhombus and the lower half of the earring were lined out with a row of tiny white pearls. Hildbert was sure that one of this artful earrings would be more than enough to buy his freedom several times. This woman must be very wealthy. And he understood if he would lay finger on her not a whip but a cross would await him.

As she reached him, he could smell a delicious scent from roses and other flowers he had never smelled before. She came very close and laid her hand on his shoulder following the shape of his muscles with great interest. Her carefully manicured fingertip followed his triceps down to his elbow and his biceps up again. It followed his strong broad shoulder, his collarbone and his chest. Than downwards his breast bone and over his ripped belly. The finger stopped just before it reached his loincloth which was all he wore. Hildbert stood like a stature and did not dare to move.
“So stiff?” the lady smiled at him. “I won’t bite.”
The lady went around him and examined his muscular back. “Well not very hard at last”, she giggled. “Have you been told why you are here?”

Hildbert shook his head though he meanwhile had developed a theory what the reason could be.
“Than I will tell you Hildbert. What a remarkable name. Does it mean anything?”
Hildbert nodded and assembled the words in the foreign language. “Think lucent warrior the meaning is”, he answered with his rough accent.
“My, my!” the lady grinned. “Very suitable as I could see. My name is Aglaea. I hope Mars will assure that you will honor your name in the arena.” She finished her circle around him and stood again facing him. “Well, any suggestions why I ordered you here?”
“Douksa say do what domina tell”, he avoided a distinct answer.
“Indeed?” Aglaea laughed. “Good premise. In fact I’ve chosen you to serve me. You are here to fulfill my needs in a very intimate matter. You understand?”
Hildbert shook his head.

She smiled at him with a forgiving attitude. “Oh, so hard to understand? You are here to satisfy my sexual desires tonight. And I pretty well hope you will perform as well as you did with the thraex down the yard. So until I rise my hand begging for mercy you aren’t allowed to stop. Clear enough now?”

Hildbert understood. That was clear enough. And he also understood that he had no choice. He was owned by her so he had to obey no matter what. And he would better do well or face the consequences. He answered humbly, “Yes domina. Clear.”

“Fine,” she replied and pointed at his loincloth. “Undress that.”
Hildbert unbent the cloth and threw it on the nearest chair. He stood naked in front of her waiting for further orders.
“By the Gods”, she showed surprise. “You’re blond even there.” Curious she came closer and had a look at his private parts. Obviously she had never seen a blond man naked before. Cautious she touched his bolt, combed with her fingers through his straw. Her eyes gained a wanting glow as she examined what he had to offer. Her hands went around his hips and cupped his butt.
“Hm”, she moaned. “So firm and strong. We will have much fun together, won’t we?”

Hildbert nodded helplessly, “As you say domina.”
“Of course,” Aglaea smiled confidently. “How else?”
She had a solid grip around his buttocks and pressed herself against his groin. Her floral scent got intense. Streaming from her warm skin into his nostrils. He could feel her warmth close at his body. To resist her temptation would mean to be made from stone. He was not. He was made from flesh and blood. With blood running through his veins driven by his vividly beating heart. He could feel her smooth full breasts against his chest. Her hard nipples poking into his flesh. His heartbeat went faster and filled his body with desire.

“You may touch me”, she told him as she started to caress his back. He took her in his arms and felt that her dress did not cover her back. He could feel her warm skin under his rough hands, callused from the handles of sword and shield. Tenderly he fondled her. So velvety soft skin. Bright skin which proved that her position allowed her to avoid the burning Italian sun whenever she felt like. Bright skin that gave a strong contrast to her raven-hued hair that framed her face. A beautiful face as Hildbert had to admit. And he had also to admit that he had never before touched skin as smooth and velvety than hers.

His touching hands examined her slender body. Following the form of her blade-bones and caressing up and down alongside her backbone. She mewed under his caresses while she fondled his back same way. Gently she bit his shoulder. Than she looked up to him.
“Kiss me”, she ordered him and pursed her lips.

He looked at her beautiful face. Her straight high forehead. Her thinned and gently curved eyebrows. Her pair of big brown almond eyes which seemed to be deep as the Orcus. Her refined and bolt upright nose. Her delicate cheekbones and her soft reddish cheeks. Her red lips. Full and soft and alluringly pursed.
Her beauty rivaled Goddess Freya herself. He gently pressed his lips against hers and he was hit harder than he ever was from a sword. Than he opened her lips with his tongue and took possession of her mouth. He entangled her tongue like during a fight and drove her back and forth through the dark steaming heat of their arena. He felt hot waves running under his skin and it seemed to him as if his knees felt strangely weakening.

Aglaea shared his feelings. She was overwhelmed by his strength and the passion of his kiss. By his long blond hairs her fingers combed through. His untamed savage kiss took her breath and she felt victim to his invading tongue. She was about to loose the upper hand by his strong assault. But she was willing to keep the rule. She broke the kiss and stepped one foot back. Aglaea rose her head high and tried to hide the trembling of her voice.
She was the one holding the scepter and she would keep it.
“Undress me”, she gave order and was trying to sound strict.

Hildbert was put back to his role. “Yes domina,” he answered. He stepped a bit towards her and warily pulled the loop over her head. The top of her dress fell down and divested her breasts. Each of them standing firmly towards him. Each the size of a bisected sweet melon. He saw her nipples and her areolas already puckered and pointing at him. She had rouged them the same color as her full sweet lips.
“Go on,” she demanded.

“Yes domina.” He put his hand at her sides and let them slide down her chest, her waist, her hips. He stripped the dress down over her womanly curves until it fell to her feet by its own weight. He looked upon her naked body. Her bright skin was shining like alabaster. The black carefully trimmed triangle that covered her mound. Her slim thighs, lean legs which seemed to be endless. Her refined ankles, feet, tooth. He stood still just watching her in silence.

Aglaea saw how he admired her appearance. She smiled flattered and waited a while to let him worship her beauty worthily. Than she pointed at the floor.
“Down on your knees”, was her command.

Hildbert obeyed and knelt down. Aglaea lifted one leg and laid it over his shoulder, so he could see her vulva clearly. It was cleanly shaved and he had unhindered view. He could see her outer lips which framed her alluring slit. Her inner lips peeked out between them, already moist and glossy. Tender and soft tissues like petals of a filmy blossom. And like a blossom she exuded an arousing odor which fondled his nostrils. He never had seen so clearly the pure beauty of a woman’s vulva. Naked, unhidden and luring.

She bended her hips a bit so that he got an even better view. But not without purpose.
“It won’t kiss itself,” she asserted.
“Yes domina,” Hildbert agreed devotionally and buried his head between her thighs. He started to kiss her and the arousing scent of her got overwhelming. He felt how his manhood rose and he could hear the blood in his ears hissing. His tongue-tip sled between her lips up and down and up again. Close to the upper point where her inner lips met, he found a pearl and he figured out that touching it made Aglaea joyfully pant. Carefully listening to her reactions he continued exploring her muliebrity with rising excitement.

Aglaea grabbed his head and clung to it with both hands. She pressed him deeper between her thighs moving her hips in tiny circles. Her head fell in her neck as she started to moan. Than she panted. Than she started to fill the air with little screams. Venus’ gifts were taking reign over her as he plowed her field. She felt his tongue, his lips at the very origin of her delight. They licked and sucked and feasted on her with savagery. Oh, this barbar did so well eating her.

Either he knew how to treat a woman or he possessed some animal instincts which he just followed. But whatever it was, the results were hot showers surging through her body and filling her with indescribable pleasures. Her knee weakened and her muscles began to tremble slightly. She felt her fulfillment coming closer and she panted at Hildbert, “Yes. Right so. Lick me. Suck me. Eat me! Don’t dare to stop. More. More!”

Hildbert did not want to stop, just vice versa. The more nectar she poured out between her swollen petals the more greedy he became. He was like the bear who found a honey pod. He stabbed his tongue greedily as deep into the steaming heat of her hungry hole as he could. Her spicy taste, her scent were taking his free will and filled his mind with the irresistible desire to possess her. He felt her knee bending and the trembling of her leg. He put his arms around her and grabbed her butt with iron grip. His strong arms held her upright as her joy was shaking her and pressed delighted yells through her throat.

Than her yells became louder. She shouted out and her body twitched and convulsed as if a demon had taken control over her. He could hardly keep her standing. The creek of her liquor had become a river trying to drawn him. But he did not want to escape. Better to drawn than to leave her delicious nectar pouring flower. And even if he would have decided to flee, his head was locked in between her hands which desperately tried to keep a hold while she was thrown around inside the romping surf of orgiastic waves raging through her body. Her iron grip pressed him firmly against her mound where his gulping mouth was so desperately needed.

Aglaea was tossed around by her orgasm. If Hildbert would not have hold her she would have fallen, loosing her balance with only one leg to the ground and the other one still over his shoulder. But she did not care much as the hot waves rushed through her body and she felt his strong hands holding her. This waves electrified her nerves and run along her spine. Until they exploded in a sparkling rain of joy flooding her.

Aglaea needed some time to regain control over herself. She lifted her leg from his shoulder and took a firm stand again. She felt her juices and his saliva wetting her thighs. This made her even hornier. Her hunger was not yet stilled. This had been more like an appetizer fueling her fire just more.

“Get up”, she ordered him. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Hildbert stood up as she told him, “Yes domina.”
“Go and lay on the bed,” she pointed at the large bed dominating the room. Hildbert obeyed and laid down on the bed. He had not much time to think about how soft and comfortable it was. Especially compared to his own cot.
Like a banshee she was already above him.

Aglaea did not hesitate. As soon as he laid on the bed she knelt with straddled legs over him. Her soaking wet minge pressed his hard cock against his belly. She rolled her hips and slid up and down along his hard flesh. She looked at him with wide eyes as she rubbed her clit against his rock-hard cock. She panted lewdly and mewed like a cat in heat. She clawed into his breast while she interlocked her heels under his calves to gain more force to her movements.

Hildbert felt how she wetted him more intense than the slight arousing pain her nails inflicted. Her soaking, sliding cleavage made his cock get even harder. He felt how his heartbeat filled his manhood with burning desire. He felt like imposing her over his erected flesh. Invading her body with his pulsing cock. But he knew he should not. It was not him giving the pace. Nor to make up the rules. All he allowed himself was to cup her breasts with his hands and to massage them. Than he rose his head and sucked her stiffened nipples which poked hard between his lips.

She had adorable breasts. Warm and smooth they seemed to melt into his hands. He watched her carefully to find out whether he did right. He saw her face with half opened mouth. She was panting and an engrossed smile graced her beautiful noble face. She did not look angry about his highhandedness. Indeed it seemed as if she liked the way he fondled and sucked her tits. So Hildbert continued with a more confident mind. Eagerly his tongue circled around her areola. Than he sucked her nipples again and bit them tenderly while his hand kneaded her soft flesh.

Aglaea could not stand it any longer. She wanted him inside. Right now, right here. She rose her butt and grabbed his cock. His cock slid between her lubed lips with ease. As she sank down on him she felt like impaled. He was so thick, so long and strong. He stretched her wide and fondled her womb intensely.

“Now I will fuck you”, she panted. “I will ride you like my horse. You like it? Oh yes, I see you do. I see how you enjoy my pussy. Her heat, her tightness. How wet she is, you feel? Oh yes, you feel!
You like how I push you deep inside, don’t you? Yeah, you do love how I fuck you. I can see it clearly! And I like to fuck too. You’re so strong inside me. By Venus, how deep!”

Hildbert’s Latin was not good enough to understand all her words. But he understood he should not yet fall. He fought bravely against the rising heat that with every of her thrusts put him more and more in danger to be overwhelmed by this godly pleasures. But he knew he was not meant to enjoy. His sole purpose was to satisfy her desires. He bit his lip and tried to resist. He tried to resist the growing undertow which was about to suck him down into the depth of pleasures beyond any measure.

Aglaea showed no mercy. She bended her hips, circled them. Rose her body so high that he almost slipped out of her minge, just to fall back on him with undamped verve. Her soaking snatch gargled and smacked each time she fell down on him.

“You’re such a strong man”, she moaned. “Blessed by Mars and Venus as well.”
He could see how her body rose and fell. How her wonderful breasts bounced in the rhythm of her motions. He felt her juice covering him. Rinsing over his belly and down between his thighs. He saw how his wet and glossy bolt impaled her tight heat again and again. He saw how her body caught fire. How twinkling drops appeared on her decollete. How they became bigger, more numerous until they united and covered her skin with a shining film. She was of divine beauty in her sexual rage.

Suddenly she rose and left her position upon him. She got on her limbs and turned her butt towards him.
“Kneel behind me and fuck me! Fuck me hard”, she demanded with snaking rear.
Hildbert got up and did as he was told. He knelt behind her and put his glans against her pouring vulva. Than he grabbed her peach firmly and started to pound her fast and deep and forceful. His jabs made her yell like a beaten animal. Her arms broke in and she pressed her face into a pillow to silence her joyful screams.

Her body was shook and cramped as she was struck by another orgasm. Hildbert could feel the spasms of her muscles around his cock. Her blossom poured nectar all over his groins and the view of her bending body under him, possessed by joy and exaltation, rose his temper sky high. He felt how he came closer to his own climax. How every thrust brought him closer to the point behind which nothing else than a forceful eruption was awaiting him. His cock was pounding her pussy as deep as he could and he could hear how his loins smacked against her peach. Each moment he could explode.

Aglaea was driven away by a flashing wave, than another one. She could hardly get enough air inside her lounges to feed her bodies need for oxygen. Her orgasm struck her with force and made her shout out her divine delight. Nevertheless she could hear Hildbert panting. She felt as if his cock got even bigger insider her than before. She was certain that he was about to burst each moment.
“Don’t… cum… inside,” she wheezed in the rhythm of his thrusts. “Not… inside!”

Hildbert understood. He left the steaming heat of her pussy and pressed his cock between her butt cheeks. One, two more thrusts and he reached the fulfilling moment. He saw thick splashes of cum shooting from his erupting cock. They splattered on her like hot lava thrown out from a Vulcan. Another eruption and another one were hitting Aglaea’s back and butt. He panted deeply and enjoyed the arousing view of his milky seed splattering on her alabaster skin. Than he sank exhausted on the bed.

Aglaea felt his cum on her hot and sticky. With a deep pleased sigh she let her body slide down until she laid there sprawled on her belly. It took quite a while until she regained enough power to rise again. She left the bed and went over to the toilet table where she took a towel. She poured water from a carafe upon it and started to clean her back, her butt and her dripping cleavage.
“Get up and dressed”, she said without watching at Hildbert. “I’m satisfied with your performance. You’re allowed to return to your quarter now.”
That was all she said while putting herself in order.

Hildbert obeyed without contradiction. He dressed his loincloth and left the room. He felt pity that this encounter ended so suddenly but he was not the one to decide. And he saw clearly he was just her tool. Used and put aside.

As he left the room he was already awaited by one of the armed guards which stand between the slaves and any attempt to flee or rebel. The guard grinned at him with a mixture of jealousy and respect. Certainly he had been able to hear the exited yells through the door and had his own imagination about the recent events. Most certainly he wished he had been at Hildbert’s place.

They left the villa and crossed the yard until they reached the quarters of the gladiators where Hildbert went to his bed. He could not fall asleep. His thoughts were with Aglaea and her perfect body he had been allowed to taste. His imagination painted her beautiful face and her full breasts upon him. He recalled this incredible joy he felt as he thrust his cock so deep in her soaking minge while he could still feel her taste on his tongue. He could not help it. He jerked off reminding Aglaea’s breathtaking body.
The sun was already coloring the sky in a reddish hue as he finally fell asleep.

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Days went by. Weeks became month. The harvest time went by and the winter was not far away anymore. The afterglow of this exciting night faded with time. But the image of Agleae did not.

Hildbert was occupied with his duties. He had survived his first fights in the arena and due to Douksa’s lessons he was not only able to win his opponents but also to win the cheers of the masses. He learned how to entertain them and how to make the game thrilling and suspenseful. Hilbert was about to become one of the stars of the arena. A celebrity admired and beloved by the crowd as the lanista had foreseen.

Than, one morning while he was sitting with the others having his breakfast, Douksa came to his table and told him to follow. He did as ordered and Douksa went with him to his quarter.
“Pack your belongings,” Douksa told him. “Dominus has sold you.”
Hildbert was surprised but he understood that he had no choice on his own. So he packed the few things he called his property and went to the yard as Douksa told him. There they separated. “Thank you for everything you taught me,” Hildbert said. “May the Gods be with you.”
Douksa smiled and replied, “I only did my duty. Live well brother and bring honor to your name and to our ludus.”

Hildbert was already awaited by about twenty legionnaires led by an officer. The officer was an elder man with white hairs at his temples. Obviously he had quite a high rank as he wore a very ostentatious bronze cuirass over expensive chain mail and under his arm a helmet with an impressive red bush from horsehair on top. At his side stood a lady in an elaborate and prized dress wearing a haze to protect her face from dust.

The lanista Aegilius came to Hildbert and told him that he was sold to the officer and that his future duty was to protect his daughter. He would become her personal body-guard. Than he went again back to the officer to chat. Hildbert could not hear what was spoken between them. While he stood there in the yard like lost, he just wondered why this Romans had just chosen to buy him.

As he was deep in his thoughts the lady left the group of people and approached him. She laid her haze down over her shoulders and he recognized Aglaea who threw a perky grin at him.
“Salve Hildbert. We will travel back to Rome now. My father has political ambitions, you know? It was not hard to convince him that it might be good to protect the members of our family because every politician has enemies.
And to protect his defenseless precious daughter most of all”
She giggled, “Well, I could convince him that a gladiator would do better than his legionnaires which are good as a unit but no match for a gladiator in hand to hand fighting. So from now on I am your domina and you will protect me. Do you swear to protect me against all odds no matter what?”

Hildbert had learned not only the skills needed for the arena but also his Latin had improved much. He understood well what she said.
He nodded, “Yes domina. I swear by Donar, God of thunder to protect you.”
His chances of survival had risen. He would not have to fight anymore on the sand.

“Well, fine!” Aglaea smiled slightly and than lowered her voice so that no one else could understand her words, “But I’m afraid this will be not your only duty. During the nights I will make use of your other qualities as well. During the nights you’ll be mine like you’ve already been once. And may be, if you fulfill all your duties devotionally, I may decide to set you free one day. Do you swear to satisfy my needs as I expect?”

Hildbert was astonished. But as he thought it over it made sense. Obviously Aglaea was a person perfectly able to mix business with pleasure.
He smiled as well and nodded again: “I swear I will do the best I can.”
Aglaea twinkled conspiratorially at him. Than she nodded and covered her face with the haze again. She turned and went back to her father.

Who knows? May be one day he would receive not a rudis but a wooden phallus as a sign of his freedom? And to brawl Aglaea between the sheets looked much more tempting than to battle a retiarius or thraex in the arena. This thoughts made Hildbert grin.

He shouldered his bundle and followed her to take his place in between the legionnaires while Aglaea and her father took seats in their waiting coach. The baggage left the ludus and went northward along the road towards Rome. Hildbert carried his bundle and marched in between the soldiers following the coach. And Aglaea.

A new life had just begun and only the Gods knew where it would lead him to.

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