Roman spectacle would be unthinkable in subsequent centuries. Paul, the Briton, had been set up to fight a horde of poorly trained gladiators, his strength and experience against their numerical superiority.
Paul turned to face his last adversary but his sandal caught in the sand. He tripped exhausted and fell onto the blood-soaked sand. He had fought as strongly as he could but he had been too outnumbered to prevail. Finally it looked like it was all over. The remaining gladiator stood over him with his sword raised, poised to strike the final blow.
Paul looked up to the balcony above. He could see a woman dressed in purple. Since it took so many rare shellfish to make the purple dye, it was reserved for the ruling class. Paul wondered if the woman was Victoriaina, the empress. His life was in her hands. Would she raise her thumb, indicating that he should die, or lower it indicating that he should be spared since he had fought so bravely.
**
Up on the balcony Victoria looked down. In one sense she hated the spectacles. She knew the adage that the people would be happy if they had bread and circuses, but she felt self-disgust at the violence. But her body betrayed her and she always found the sight of men fighting hard to be incredibly sexually stimulating. Many was the time that she had had to leave the balcony to the privacy of the toilet to seek relief. Only the lightest brush of her finger on her aching clit was required to bring release.
She could feel the wetness between her lips as she stood up to give the decision that the crowd awaited. She looked down at Paul, the Briton who had fought so hard. Her nipples stirred, hardening as the purple cloth of her regal toga rubbed them gently. She could see that most of the audience, the mob as she thought of them, was giving a thumbs-down signal, urging her to spare the brave Briton. She blotted out the noise of the crowd and listened to her body. She could feel the arousal coursing though her, could sense her breathing, heavier than normal as if her nostrils were slightly flared.
She held her fist out with her thumb horizontal. She could feel the sense of power, but she could also feel the sense of awakening between her legs. She was tempted to raise her thumb to assert her regal superiority over the massed citizenry, to condemn him to die and so to steal the Briton from them. But then she had another idea. She lowered her thumb, sparing his life.
“Bring him to the palace,” she said to the centurion heading her honor guard as she turned and left the balcony.
**
Paul looked up and saw the woman in regal purple lower her thumb and give him back his life. Then she turned and vanished into the shadows at the back of the balcony. The gladiator standing over him lowered his sword and reached out a hand to pull Paul to his feet. Soon the two of them were surrounded by legionnaires and being marched out of the arena towards the cells that had been their homes for the few days leading up to the spectacle. The legionnaires that formed the cell guard were old or unfit, no longer up to the true battles expanding Rome’s empire and ensuring peace in the extensive regions.
Paul was surprised when a tall centurion approached with a guard of young, fit legionnaires, obviously not the usual gladiatorial guards. The centurion spoke to the legionnaire who was unlocking his cell. He departed and returned a moment later with metal irons. Two metal bracelets were closed around Paul’s ankles. They were joined together by a chain so that he could shuffle along but not walk freely, and certainly not run. Bracelets around his wrists joined by a chain similarly left him with some movement of his hands but not enough for him to be dangerous. As a brave gladiator, even though from a barbarian race, he had proven that these precautions were necessary.
The centurion turned, and surrounded by the young legionnaires who had arrived with him, Paul shuffled out of the Coliseum into the streets of Rome.
**
At the palace, Victoria could still feel her body itching for sex. She thought of seeking out her husband, the emperor. But he was probably busy fucking one of their slave girls, knowing she was at the spectacle and not expecting her back so soon. The emperor had a predilection for foreign girls, and paid large amounts for slaves from the most exotic parts of the empire. The palace was famous for the broad spectrum of skin colors of their female slaves, from the pale Scandinavians to the ebony black Nubian Africans by way of the lighter cinnamon Indians and a sprinkling of Chinese.
Victoria lay down on a couch. She slipped a hand into the folds of her robes. Her fingers lightly ran over her stomach, then lower, running through her pubic hair to find the familiar place where the gash in her body began. Her mind started her Coliseum fantasy. She was lying on the sand, a gladiator standing over her with a shield and a sword. With his sword he made a long slit up the front of her toga and the material fell to either side leaving her lying naked. As she imagined the scene, her finger slipped lower, seeking out the hard pearl of her clit. She rubbed a little of her own wetness onto it. The gladiator took his sword and pressed the point on her thighs. She understood and parted them. The crowd cheered. The gladiator slipped off the leather armor that he was wearing. He was naked underneath, the pole of his sex standing out proudly, holding just a small dagger in one hand. He bent his body over hers, pressing the point of the dagger against her neck, making it clear that she must submit to him. She felt his cock slip into the wet entrance to her body. Her imagination could run this fantasy without any conscious effort, she had imagined it so many times before. As her finger on her clit drove her body to climax, she imagined the gladiator fucking her. She slipped a finger, first one and then more, into her wet hole, a poor substitute for the cock that she was imagining. She came quietly, feeling her orgasm tighten her cunt around her fingers as she imagined the gladiator thrusting between her thighs in his own orgasm.
Once she had her breath back she started to have second thoughts about summoning the gladiator to the palace. The urgency had gone from her desire. She was the empress again, back in control of herself and those around her. She would let the gladiator fuck one of the slaves and then send him away. Of course she would watch. She loved setting up sexual scenes for her personal amusement. She liked the feeling of power, the embarrassment of the slave naked before her, the animalness of the rampant male. Then the passion of desire and sex took over and the two would fuck, no longer noticing her watching them, ignorant of the pleasure she took from the tableau as she masturbated and watched.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of feet on the stone passage outside. A centurion entered, followed by a group of legionnaires surrounding the gladiator from the arena. He was in irons, still covered in blood and sweat. One of the legionnaires bent down and attached the chain between his ankles to a ring in the floor. The centurion passed Victoria a key. Victoria gestured for the soldiers to leave and soon they were alone, the short empress in her purple toga, the exhausted gladiator in chains, tied to the floor.
She walked around him as if inspecting a statue. He was older than she had expected, with a grey beard.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Paul,” he said. “At least it is Paul in Britain where I am from. Here in Rome they call me Paulus.”
“Paul,” she repeated. “I am Victoria, the empress, as you probably know.”
“Yes, madam.”
“You had a large victory this afternoon. You won over the crowd.”
Victoria reached out and stroked one of Paul’s muscular arms. He jumped with surprise at her touch. The sand from the arena was still caked to his skin.
“You must be cleaned up,” she said, picking up a small brass bell and ringing it. A female slave she had never seen before entered the room. Her husband must have been to the slave market again. She was a Swedish blonde and so must have been brought from far beyond the northern edge of the empire.
“What is your name?” she asked the slave.
“I am Helga.”
“Helga, prepare a bath for Paul.”
**
Paul’s eyes followed Helga around the room. He had never seen such a blonde woman before. She had long hair, almost white in color. Her eyes were a piercing blue. Her skin was extremely pale. She was tall, much taller than the empress Victoria. She was dressed in a plain white shift. He could just make out the crimson points of her nipples where her large breasts pushed out the thin material.
The empress turned to him. “I will release you from the floor but not from your other irons. You must not attempt to escape. You would certainly be killed. And don’t even think about trying to overpower me. Of course you could do it for a moment, but not only would you then be killed but you would die a long painful death.”
“I understand. I give you my word that I will not harm you or attempt to escape.”
“What value can I put on the word of a barbarian?”
“I am no barbarian. I am English. And an Englishman never breaks his word.”
Helga, the Swedish slave, returned. The empress bent down in front of Paul and undid the lock that fixed his chain to the metal ring in the floor. The two women lead Paul down the hall to the bathroom where a wide shallow bath was filled to with steaming hot water. Paul had never seen such a room. In the part of Britain where he was from hot springs were unknown and society was still primitive.
Paul wondered what would happen next. He couldn’t see how he would be able to get undressed with the irons on his ankles and wrists, and he was already surprised enough that the empress had released him from the floor on just his word as a bond.
Victoria turned to Helga. “You will have to undress him.”
**
Victoria watched as the Swedish girl moved behind Paul and she felt his fingers on the buckles of his clothes. Soon the leather skirt of his armor fell to the floor and he was standing in just the loin cloth that he wore underneath. His body was muscular from his long training as first a soldier and then a gladiator. Helga moved away from him.
“Take that off too,” Victoria commanded, pointing to the loin cloth. She could see that Helga was embarrassed already, which promised for fun later on when her modesty would have to struggle with her baser instincts.
Helga undid the loin cloth. She turned away as it fell off revealing Paul’s cock. Victoria had no such discomfiture and blatantly inspected his sex, pleased that it hung heavily, that it already started to show some signs of interest.
Victoria watched Paul as, with difficulty because of the chains, he stepped into the bath so that he stood in the shallow hot water. She picked up a sponge and held it out to Helga.
“Wash the sand and sweat and blood from him.”
Helga took the sponge and looked a bit puzzled about how she was going to do this.
“Stand alongside him in the bath.”
Helga stepped into the water. She bent down and wet the sponge and then wiped a part of Paul’s body clean before rinsing the sponge and enlarging the cleaned area. As water ran down her arms and off Paul’s body, Helga’s robe got wetter and wetter. Victoria was pleased to see that it had become almost transparent, the rosy pink circles of her nipples revealed where the robe clung tightly to her breasts, the triangle of blonde hair clearly visible at the top of her legs. Paul had clearly noticed too. Victoria watched his eyes as they roved over Helga’s bottom when she bent over in front of him, the cheeks of her bottom clearly outlined in the wet material, the treat hidden beneath not quite visible. Once Paul was clean, Victoria decided to raise the temperature a bit.
“Helga.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Since your robes are so wet I think you should take them off.”
“Oh, it’s fine madam. It’s not uncomfortable at all.”
“Take them off,” Victoria said, more directly.
Victoria watched as Helga bent down, picked up the hem of the plain shift and lifted it up over her head. Paul’s eyes inspected the naked Swedish girl. Victoria looked at Paul’s cock, pleased to see it was starting to harden. She felt a spasm of pleasure between her own legs.
**
Paul was very surprised when the empress ordered the Swedish slave to disrobe in front of him. He felt his cock start to harden at the sight of her firm breasts crowned with large pink nipples. He looked lower an inspected the sparse triangle of blonde pubic hair that did little to conceal the furrow of her sex.
“Wash his cock too,” he heard the empress saying to Helga.
She hesitated for a moment before reaching out with the sponge and gently stroking his cock. It promptly sprung to full attention as Helga continued to stroke it with the warm wet sponge. Helga turned away and bent over to rinse out the sponge, unaware that her pink inner lips were clearly visible where they peeked out between her thighs. Paul’s cock twitched even harder when he realized that perhaps the empress was going to give him the slave girl, perhaps his cock was going to find its way between the Swedish lips so temptingly presented before him.
When Helga stood up again he noticed that her nipples were erect. Paul wondered if she was starting to get excited by the sexual tension of the situation.
**
Victoria noticed that Helga’s nipples were erect too. She had also noticed Paul’s lustful gaze as Helga had unknowingly offered her sex for his inspection. It was time to take things to the next level. She held out her hand to Paul so that he could steady himself as he awkwardly got out of the bath, still hindered by the chains joining his ankles and his wrists.
“Follow us,” she said to Helga as she led Paul shuffling back to the main room where they had first met. Victoria looked behind her. Paul led the way, his hard cock pointing obscenely ahead of him. The naked Swedish slave followed, carrying her wet robe, clearly unsure of what was to happen next.
Paul was pleased that he was not re-attached to the ring in the floor. Instead, Victoria threw some blankets onto the stone floor and indicated to Paul that he should lie on them. Paul lay on his back, his hard cock lying flat against his belly. Victoria felt more twinges between his legs. She was getting excited again. Perhaps she would have the Briton herself after all, but later.
She turned to Helga, reached down and held her hips, positioning her so that she stood with one foot on either side of Paul’s head. Victoria could see Paul’s gaze looking up the length of Helga’s legs to the petals of her sex where it nestled like a flower between her thighs.
“Squat,” Victoria ordered Helga. She pushed the tall girl’s shoulders down and held them. Just as she had planned, Helga’s cunt was just above Paul’s mouth. She watched as Paul’s pink tongue emerged like a hunting snake, probing between the lips of Helga’s sex. Victoria’s hands on Helga’s shoulder felt a shudder run through her body at the intimate contact.
**
Paul didn’t need any encouragement. As Helga squatted down over his mouth he licked the length of her cunt. His tongue slipped into the opening and she gasped as surprise and excitement took over from her embarrassment. His tongue slipped along the cleft of her sex, probing deep until it felt the hard point of her excitement. Helga moaned, obviously very excited in spite of the indignity of her situation.
The tip of Paul’s tongue rolled in small circles on Helga’s clit. The slave girl could not escape the intensity since Paul saw that the empress was continuing to press her shoulders down so that her cunt was just above his face. Gradually Helga got lost in her own arousal and started to rock her hips in time with the strokes of Paul’s tongue as it explored every corner of the cleft of her sex.
Paul realized that Victoria had released the young girl’s shoulders, but the slave no longer attempted to escape his tongue. He heard her squeal quietly as she came, pushing herself down hard onto his mouth so that his tongue went deep inside her.
Suddenly she was gone. Paul realized that the empress had taken control once more and had now positioned the slave girl so that she straddled his hips. This time when she pushed her shoulders down, the entryway of the Swedish girl was over his cock. Paul felt the slave reach down and grab his cock, steering it so that his knob nestled comfortably in-between her sex-lips.
**
Victoria looked at Helga, surprised at how fast she had gone from shy and embarrassed to sexually aroused and enthusiastic. Victoria pushed down hard on Helga’s shoulders again. At first her body resisted his cock, admitting just his cock-head a short way into her. Slowly the slave sunk down under the pressure of Victoria’s hands as her cunt relaxed. Victoria watched Paul’s cock distend the pink lips of Helga’s sex and slide into her body. It seemed unlikely that her body would take the whole length of his cock but soon her lips rested against him. He started to thrust rhythmically in and out of her in small strokes. She rolled her hips forward so that her clit pressed against his body when he was fully inside her, his sword sheathed in her scabbard.
Victoria stepped away. She watched the Swedish girl straddling the muscular gladiator’s body, any shame now driven away by her mounting arousal as she took full pleasure in his cock. Helga reached down and touched her own clit as she sat impaled on his thrusting member.
Victoria slipped a hand inside her purple robe again. She was very excited and could feel her wetness on her lips. She started to stroke her clit as she watched the scene that she had contrived play out. If they put on sexual shows in the Coliseum, she thought, then the whole city would be so aroused that Rome could be taken with a handful of Goths or Vandals. Helga was bouncing vigorously on Paul’s cock now, timing her movements so that his cock thrust hard into the depths of her body on each stroke.
Victoria felt herself close to coming. She realized that she would have Paul too. The two women came together, Victoria’s orgasm sweeping through her body as she heard Helga’s small moan as she climaxed.
Victoria dismissed Helga before Paul could find his own release inside her body. Helga slipped her clammy wet robe back over her satisfied body and quietly departed.
**
Paul wondered what would happen next. The empress reached up to her shoulder, undid the brooch there and her purple toga fell to the floor. She was completely naked. He admired her large-nippled breasts that he saw for the first time.
“Stand,” she said to him.
Paul stood up on the blankets. His unsatisfied cock was still hard, jutting out from his body like a flagpole, the chain between his wrists hanging in a curve down across the fronts of his thighs. The empress knelt in front of him. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently stroked him. Then she leant forward and took his cock-head into her mouth. Languorously she started to lick the knob of his cock as she slid her fingers up and down his hard shaft. She reached up and caressed his balls with her other hand.
Paul noticed the contrast in her behavior. In one sense she was in control, orchestrating his sex with the Swedish slave like a conductor. But now she knelt submissively in front of him. He decided she must want to be overpowered, taken against her will. As empress, she was in control of everything every minute of her life. Nothing would be so erotic for her as to be forced to submit to him, a common gladiator.
Paul realized he could stand there while the empress sucked him until he came in her mouth. Or he could take a risk and overpower her, give her something memorable. But it was risky. If he was wrong he could be killed. He would have to fuck her to high arousal before she had a chance to think about the situation rationally and summon the guards.
Paul grasped the chain from his wrist manacles in both hands as he thrust his cock deeper into the back of the empress’s mouth. Before she realized what was happening, he brought his hands up, pressed the chain against her throat and pushed her head off his cock. She fell backwards and he fell on top of her. The chain across her throat pinioned her to the blankets. She brought up her hands and tried to push him off but he was too strong. Paul brought his knees up hard between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. The chain was too tight on her throat for her to cry for help as she struggled beneath him.
His cock found its target. His cock head slipped between her fleshy cunt lips and rested in the entryway to her body. As he continued to push forward relentlessly into her cunt he released the chain on her throat. No cry for help came. Instead a huge moan of passionate excitement escaped her as his cock rammed home.
**
Victoria was completely surprised when Paul suddenly sprang into action and dominated her. At first she was worried for her life, worried that he intended to strangle her with the chain across her throat. But she realized Paul was in total control, she could do nothing. The chain was tight enough to stop her screaming but not so tight as to threaten injury. Suddenly his cock slipped inside her. When he released the chain on her throat she heard herself moan in ecstasy. Paul’s cock pulled out of her and she heard herself moan again as he thrust violently back into her. She stopped struggling with him and wrapped her legs around his body. He still had the chain across her throat, loose now but ready to cut off any call for help if she attempted it. Paul was going to take his pleasure from her and there was nothing she could do about it. She realized she had never been so sexually excited in her life. Paul’s cock felt enormous inside her as it slid in the wetness of her juices.
He bent down and took one of her big nipples between his teeth, biting on her painfully as his cock pulled out of her eager cunt. She squealed in surprise at the assault on her rock-hard nipple, but her squeal turned to a grunt as his cock rammed home in another brutal thrust. An orgasm exploded through her body unannounced, she could barely concentrate on the intense sensations that her body was feeling.
Paul continued to thrust his cock hard into her in deep hard strokes. Victoria pulled her knees higher, up near her chest, taking Paul still deeper inside her.
**
Paul was pleased at how the empress had responded. He had been right that she was excited to be so completely dominated. Now he was the master and she the slave. He would see how obedient she was. He pulled out of her.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
Without argument Victoria rolled over onto her front. As she did so, Paul looped the chain over her head so that once again it pressed lightly on her throat. Paul pulled the chain a little tighter like reins on a horse.
“Spread your legs.”
Victoria moved her knees apart a little. To move them wider she automatically brought them up underneath her more so that her arse stuck in the air, her favourite position. Paul looked down at the pouch of the empress’s sex offered to him, split by the pink tongue of her inner lips.
**
Victoria had never felt so vulnerable with the chain around her neck and the most tender, most private part of her body defenselessly exposed to him. She felt the head of his cock seeking out her cunt opening once more. When he found it he slid hard into her a second time. She moaned involuntarily again.
She felt Paul thrust a few more times into her and then he pulled out. Victoria had a feeling of emptiness. Paul tightened the chain around her neck as if controlling a spirited horse. Before she realized what was happening he rested the point of his cock on the tight pucker of her arsehole. She felt him jerk forward a little so that his cock locked into place and just started to open her virgin arsehole.
“No,” she cried out.
Paul pulled more firmly on the chain around her neck. She knew she could not move away. She felt him push harder now, pulling back on the chain around her neck at the same time as he pushed forward with his cock. She felt her arsehole distend around the unfamiliar invasion. Spasms of excitement radiated from her arse drowning out the dull pain as Paul forced his cock into that tightest entrance to her body.
**
Paul watched his cock as he worked it into the empress’s brown puckered arsehole, pulling on the chains to compel her to admit him. Once the knob of his cock was past the tight muscular ring he started to thrust back and forth, small short strokes at first but gradually working his cock deeper and deeper into her. As he felt her objections melt away to be replaced with aroused enthusiasm, he loosened the chain around her neck so that she could rock her body back against him until her arse-cheeks pressed against his belly and his cock completely disappeared into her back entrance.
**
Victoria felt the pain and indignity of invasion fade away as she started to enjoy the violation of her unused arsehole. She rocked back against Paul on each stroke, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her taboo entrance. She reached underneath herself and started to stroke her clit, using the pleasure that it generated to overpower the uncomfortable intensity of feeling that Paul’s cock was provoking.
Victoria felt an orgasm building inside. Paul was thrusting hard long strokes deep into her arse now. She started to come. Each wave of her orgasm caused her arse to clamp firmly on Paul’s cock, milking him like a cow’s teat. She heard him cry out as he came too, and she imagined the warm jets of come pumping deep up inside her.
Victoria felt her legs collapse underneath her, Paul’s body going limp as he lay heavily on top of her. The chain around her neck was slack now. Paul’s hard cock started to go soft in her relaxed arsehole. She felt a sense of loss as his cock pulled out of her and he rolled off her to one side. He unhooked the chain from around her neck.
“That was the most exciting sex I’ve ever had,” she said as she turned to face him.
“You can have it any time you want, you know,” Paul replied. “After all, you are the empress Victoria.”
“When I’m with you it is you who is the emperor and I who am the slave.”
Victoria thought about the situation. She would give the gladiatorial slave his freedom. With a small amount of money he could set himself up in a business and she would ensure that the palace contracted him for his services. She sat up, fetched the key and started to undo the manacles that hobbled him.
**
Paul the gardener would regularly call on the palace. Of course, among his regular tasks was to make sure that the house plants in the empress’s apartments were growing healthily. He would plunge his fingers into the brown earth of the pots, and plunge his tongue and his cock into all the entrances of the empress’s attractive body. He would take his pleasure from her in whatever way he desired without any consideration of her wishes. And by forcing her to do his bidding he gave her more excitement than if she got everything she could ask for.