Gladiatrix pt1

[johnsmith2007]

Late birthday present for Mike

Usual nasty stuff warning.

The villa of Sartus Sextimus lay a few miles outside Rome. Far enough for it to be out of harms way when another spate of mad imperial anger was cutting down senators left and right. However the reason for its semi seclusion lay on its owner?s hobby. He loved to train and match female gladiators or gladiatrixe as some would have it. The fat senator was a connoisseur of the female form and sent his buyers across half the know world for beautiful athletic women and of as many colures and skin tones as there was in the empire. He even had three women from far Cathay and had also bought husband s for them so that his breeding stock could be maintained. This was all strictly illegal but as many other senators also had his fancy for athletic beautiful women and kept their own lanisters and training schools there was no real chance of him being prosecuted. The cover they all used was that they were being trained as animal fighters, and this also allowed them not to governed by the strict dress code enforced on the official female gladiators who wore the same armour and heavy helmets as the men. What was the good of having a beautiful women fighting for you if half her body was encased in armour and she was wearing a large helm.
Once a month the ?Amazon Coliseum? would be set up in whichever rich merchant or senator had bid enough to hold the games in his villa. Holding the games allowed you to choose your own preferences for the fights but as the powerful men behind the games were in deadly pursuit of victory unlike in the real games death was nearly always the result of each fight. Certain adjustment were made to the weapons to insure a long fight. Without any extensive armour the blades and points were blunted the main protection being studded gauntlets and arm guard, a buckled high belt (hugging the women?s shape from above the belly button to under the women?s large hanging naked tits like a fetish basque) and a studded chocker. The women were naked otherwise except for light toeless strap sandals whose leather thongs bound sinuously around their calves.
The two fighters that were to start this night?s entertainment in the now cooling but still sweltering August heat were both new comers to the arena. To add spice both were black Africans, one fro Egypt the other from the Sudan, owned by two men who cordially hated each other and had via the arena been fighting a war for the last three years to see who could bankrupt the other. The slightly lighter skinned women was introduced to the cowed as Cleo and her hair had been died a reddish brown and curled into braids to imitate some ancient Egyptian queen. She stood nearly six feet tall and her muscles rippled on a superbly athletic frame with her large 38 inch chest hanging over the black leather and silvers buckles of her body armour. Her large round areoles with thick jet black teats on her chocolate brown oiled chest jutted a challenge across the sandy arena
floor at her enemy. The crowed roared it approval of the beautiful women as she waived above her head two small swords which were her weapons for the fight. As the crowed settled the announcer shouted out the owner and name of the second Amazon to fight. Nobia was darker that the other women, and perhaps a little older at say 26 compared to the 19 or 20 summers of the other fighter. She was also slightly shorter but looked much more heavily built and probably weighed more that Cleo. Whereas Cleo rippled under her sheen of oil Nobia glistened with a much fuller sexual appeal and if anything had a prettier face than the younger fighter. Her behind jutted more provocatively and her black hairy cunt seemed much more prominent than on the younger women, though both had full vees of hair; Nobias seemed to swell up right to her belly button whereas the teens was nearly trimmed clean. Niobia however new where her main appeal to the crowd would come and spun round quickly lifting her magnificent 44 inch chest with its near six inch ebony areolas off of their resting place on her red leather basque armour. She shouted a battle cry and waived her trident and net.
Two older women were also on the small arena floor for the fight. They were the trainers of each fight and were armed only with heavy sticks. They were dressed similarly to their charges except for open faced helms with plumes to show the colours of their owners, blue green for Cleo and red for Niobia.
?Your black body is only fit for a donkey to fuck? shouted the teen amazon to the cheers of her supporters.
?Your skinny cunt is going to hang on my trident you Egyptian shit? called back the ebony gladiatrix.
At the sound of a gong both gladiatrixes charged across the sand at each other and for nearly a minute the sand swirled and screams and curses filled the summer air as metal clashed on metal. Cleo had twice managed to score on the heavier women. A rivulet of blood tricked down the shorter women?s ebony leg from a slash across her right thigh and a more vicious stab had elicited shrieks of agony from the darker women when one of Cleo?s blades had pierced her left breast and cut a gash on into her magnificent chest squirting blood and lymph down her leather basque. But the taller women had not escaped and she now fought on with blood oozing from three trident cuts that had drilled a line of pain across her lower belly as Niobia had tried to she gut her with her weapon. Also the lighter skinned amazon now had her left eye slowly swelling shut due to a head but from the other African when they had been closely clinched. Cleo though had got her revenge as as she staggered back and Niobia had rushed forward with her trident the quicker women had smashed a delicate but no less powerful kick into the jutting clit of the Sudanese women.
?Fucking daughter of a whore, your little girl tits should be cover up they are embarrassing on a women? spat the larger chested Sudanese.
?Your drooping bags of grease must have sour milk in them you black pig?, shot back the Egyptian. Both spoke with the heavy accent of the east in their gutter Latin
As the fight seemed to have come to a natural break both lanisters stepped in and gave the two now profusely sweating fighters a break to get their breath back. More bets and wager were made in the audience as two slave girls rushed in to staunch the bleeding and apply various coagulants unctions any legionary on the battlefield would have envied. The gong sounded again and both women prepared for combat. Cleo had fewer options with her two short swords as to fighting tactics but that did nor bother the younger women who was going to rely on her speed and repeated stabs to finish of the Sudanese. However the older African had been trained in a variety of tactics for using her trident and net. In their first exchange she wrapped the net with its heavy weights tightly round her arm giving her extra protection and in effect a shield against the stabbing blades. She had then held her trident half way along its shaft and thrust it at the Egyptian giving herself a longer reached stabbing weapon. As the two had clashed they had ended up wresting over each other blades at close quarters and thus the younger women had had the advantage. This time as the closed she used another tactic and with a shriek suddenly threw the trident straight into the chest of the chocolate browns naked Cleo. The Egyptian had expected her to throw the net as was common practice and as Niobia had been whirling it around her head as they closed had not spotted the deft change of grip on the three pronged spear and thus with a scream of agony fell back dropping both her swords as she tried desperately to extricate the blades sunk deep into her right tit. She staggered and nearly fell as with another cry the blades came loose having sunk two inches into her perfect globe which now and as she examined her breast she shrieked again as one of her prize nipples had been cut in two. Blood sprouted from the injured mammary as she swooned and fainted to the floor, but before her lanister could stop the fight the charging Niobia had covered the distance between them and the heavier women had full revenge for the Egyptians crotch kick by swinging the heavy weighted net in a tight arc impacting the sharp lead weights onto the hairless slit of the lighter skinned chocolate amazon. The black amazon spat on her younger foe.
?Whose red clit will be cut out now you silly Egyptian. No more fucking for you after today and that?s even if I let you live. I am taking that pretty love meat of your and giving it to my cat.? The black fighter bent down and hissed in the spit covered face off the teen.
Again slave girls rushed in to attend but for Niobia this was mainly a drink and neck rub and kisses from her lover as she oiled her ebony body. For Cleo the break was spent in emergency repairs. The girl?s swift finger stitched the breast back as best she could to stop the bleeding and again a dollop of spices woke the younger fighter from her nightmares back to the arena with a scream. Both lanisters spent time coaching their girls and bets now flowed heavily for the ebony warrior. When the gong sounded for the restart the teen had only one sword, her loss of the last combat meaning she forfeited a blade. The taller girl was visibly weekend by her ordeal and Niobia seemed to fly across the sand at screaming with blood lust. Cleo as the stimulant drugs just administered to her slowly kicked in summoned up all her strength to vaulted out of the way of the charging older women and with a yell cut a bloody furrow across the shapely black ass of the shorter women as she sped past. Niobia screamed with pain and rage and swirled round flinging her net to capture the Egyptian. However the older women?s cast missed its mark and grabbing the trident to stop the blacks thrust she overbalancing the Sudanese and with screech the Egyptian teen repeated her move from the earlier combat and kicked, but his time with full force into the trimmed hairy cunt lips of the ebony gladiator, her sharpened scarlet painted toe nails finding a tender target to slice at the engorged and throbbing clit of the ebony gladiatix. The black women?s eyes widen and her jaw dropped open with the agony in her sex but even as her knees bucked the Egyptian grabbed her by her long black hair and swung her blade high. No actual killing blows were allowed in the fights, similar to the combats in the real arena. To slit a throat would end fights too quickly. Cleo wanted revenge for her own sliced once pound and jutting tit. She took it in the only way she knew how as her blade point first cut into the ebony tit meat and gouged off Niobia's right nipple. This time it was the black?s lanister who stepped in to end the fighting and save her women, and this time it was the black who was on her back screaming clutching a ravaged breast with tears streaming down her cheeks. it was Niobia's legs that beat on the sand as she writhed in agony, while Cleo took a swig of invigorating drugged wines and had her chocolate muscles tenderly caressed.
?I?m taking your red clit next combat you fat whore, and then my girl can use it to wipe her shit with?, mocked the teen.


PART TWO AND A NASTY END TO FOLLOW
John

[MikeJV]

Thanks, very good work! Looking forward to pt 2.

MikeJV

[Ted Mark]

I'm panting for part 2! More!

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[Abbyfan]

John:

Fabulous !! Can't wait for more.

Just love the "Gladiatrix/Amazon" theme.....

Kudo's !!

Abbyfan

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