Arena Shifters (A Paranormal Romance Novel) (12 page)

She
knocked the blade to the side and stepped inside his reach making the long
range weapon useless. As she stepped into him she spun to her right, using the
tornado-like motion of her body to put the power behind the elbow she sent
crashing into the other’s jaw. In one continuous spin she was back out of range
again and lowered the point of her blades contemptuously as she watched the man
fall to the ground. In a few moments the pain of his shattered jaw would wake
him but the fight was over for both men.

Doctore
stalked up to her, clearly displeased. “Did you have to take them both out of
action? Couldn’t you have just…I don’t know…Did you have to humiliate them like
that?”

“Couldn’t
you pair me with worthy opponents? I grow tired of training useless men. These
are not gladiators,” she said, pointing down the line of men sparring each
other. “They’re children in men’s clothing. You waste my talents.”

“I
will try to find someone your equal for your return to the Arena Sunday.” He
replied.

“Sunday?
I’m to fight again in two days?”

“Isn’t
that what I just said? They are coming up with something particularly nasty so
you’d better be ready.”

“Yes
Doctore.”

“Now
take a break.”

Petronia
returned her swords to the weapon’s master and sat down under an awning and out
of the incessant rain. She watched the other gladiators work each other over
under the watchful eyes of Doctore. The men trusted him so he seldom need to
use his whip. It was usually on the new guys as he was forced to use it to keep
them in line.

The
day ended no different than it had begun, with her forced to train men who had
no chance of winning their first fight in the arena. They were basically fodder
for the few men who did have a future in the arena. If she could only be paired
with one of them at least she might have a little fun.

That
night she couldn’t sleep. She paced around in her cell until she noticed the
door wasn’t quite latched all the way. It was a perfect invitation to sneak
around the villa. She knew she would be in for some lashings if she was caught
but she really didn’t care. She was bored and unhappy and in need of a
distraction. Quietly she left her cell closing the door all but just enough so
it didn’t latch, locking her out for the night. Right away she knew where she
wanted to go. Her internal clock told her it must be just a couple hours before
dawn. That meant that any sentries, if any, would be nodding off after spending
the better part of guard duty sampling wines. She was right. She slipped by the
two guards who were supposed to be watching the entrance to the Dominus’ living
quarters. The entire second half of the villa was the living quarters for the
House of Tiberius. The Ludis made up the first floor. Once inside the living
quarters she headed for the baths thinking she might even slip in for a quick
one herself. She was just approaching the baths when another sound caught her
attention. Somewhere down the hall she heard a series of low guttural sounds
like that from some kind of animal; a wolf maybe. The closer she got the more
certain she was. And there was a strong feral smell wafting down the hallway, a
smell that reminded her of dogs. Towards the end of the hall she came upon a
room with a door that was partially open. The sounds from the door were quite
loud and she really didn’t think anyone would notice her peeking in. When she
did, what she saw shocked her to the core.

There
was a large expanse of cushions and blankets spread out over a large area on
the floor. Occupying the blankets and cushions were the Domina and three female
friends. Each woman was in the throes of ecstasy brought on by what appeared to
be wolves. But that wasn’t the really odd thing. The four giant beasts kept
changing from man to beast and back to man again. She watched the woman nearest
to her. She was a beautiful blond Roman woman with perfectly coifed hair,
delicate skin, and ample, firm breasts. She also noticed the woman was
completely shaven down below. Her companion was a large grey and black wolf. He
was straddling her loins, and driving his member into her rhythmically as she
bucked wildly. Even as the beast entered his prey, he changed to a large
muscled, bronzed man with long black hair. She admired his muscular back and
his rounded firm ass. She watched, mesmerized by the muscles in his ass as they
clenched with each powerful thrust. One second he was kissing her lips, and the
next he was biting her neck with fangs that dripped with blood and saliva. It
was a weird thing to watch, this man beast fucking a well- bred Roman woman.

In
spite of herself, Petronia felt her body responding to the raw, feral passion
in front of her. Without even intending to her fingers found her smooth
hairless sex and began to slide her fingers up and down from clit to anus and
back again. Her heart began to thump in her chest as she moved her fingers
faster and faster. She continued to watch the man beast and the woman in the
throes of passion.

She
watched, fascinated as the beast withdrew his cock and thrust it at the woman’s
face. She took his ass in her hands and pulled him to her until his cock was
parting her lips and thrusting in her mouth. Petronia watched breathless as his
glistening rod began to spew his hot white cum on the woman’s face, across her
ruby red lips and down her throat. Then with one final thrust he reverted back
to best and collapsed on the cushions beside the spent woman who it seemed was
already drifting off. The noise from the room grew as each couple reached a
climax, and it was so loud that Petronia was not aware of the man behind her
until it was too late. Her fingers were still in her throbbing sex when a dark
hood was thrust over her head. Rough hands bound her and marched her down the
long hall. For the first time since coming to the House of Tiberius she was
afraid for her life and she wasn’t even in the Arena.

* * * * *

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

Taken

* * * * *

Angry
hands yanked off the hood that was covering her eyes and nearly suffocating
her. Before she had a chance to look around a powerful hand struck the side of
her head, sending her to the ground in a heap on the cold stone floor. Despite
her head spinning, she made to get up, when the kick came. A booted foot hit
her squarely in the stomach driving out her breath in on gasp and knocking her
on her back.

The
man who was standing over her, straddling her waist was familiar to her. He was
in the confidences of the Dominus and Domina, and he was known to be a wicked
man. His name was Primo. He was a slave, but he had more liberties than most,
and that included a small, private room and bath, and that’s where he’d taken
Petronia. It was doubtful that anyone would go looking for her here in this
pig’s sty.

As
the man undid his loincloth Petronia considered kicking him in the stones. From
her position it would be easy and he’d never see it coming. However, unless he
died from the blow there was little chance of her escaping, and her punishment
would be severe. She did not think he would kill her. Her status as favored gladiatrix
guaranteed her safety…well sort of. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to spend
the next few days as the sadistic bastards plaything. He dropped his smelly
cloth on her face, then knelt down so that his cock was dangling above her
closed mouth; sadly, she knew what was coming next.

He
grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face up to his member. The smell of it
nearly choked her before she even had it in her mouth.

“Couldn’t
you have bathed first?” She croaked.

“Funny
girl. Pray I don’t take a shit before we play.”

“Isn’t
that what I’m staring at right now? One long piece of-”

She
didn’t get to finish her remark. His left hand came out of nowhere and pounded
the side of her head so hard she saw stars.

“I’d
watch my tongue if I were you slave, while you still have one to speak with.
Now you’re going to put it to good use.”

Taking
her hair in both hands he brought her mouth up to the dewy end of his cock.
Knowing what was expected of her, Petronia opened her mouth to accept his foul
member. She wasn’t sure which was worse, his foul smell, or the rancid taste.
Either one was enough to cause her stomach to rebel. As his cock began to grow
and pulsate in her mouth she forced herself to think of more pleasurable
things. Anything but the foul man who was forcing himself on her.

When
she closed her eyes she immediately saw Domina’s body slave Mok. He was a fine
specimen of a man. She imagined herself laying on his pallet as he straddled
her with his massive thighs. She ran her hands over his heavily muscled torso before
taking his massive cock in her hands. It was a beautiful thing, long and smooth
with a huge head. Even in its relaxed state it was enormous and she longed to
taste it. She moaned as she caressed his member, relishing in the feel of it
growing because of her touch. He reached down and lifted her head up so she
could take him into her mouth. She touched the head with her lips, then she ran
her tongue around the head, longing to taste his cum. She closed her mouth
around his head and enjoyed his taste. She sucked him into her mouth as far as
she could bear. His moans of pleasure sent thrills shooting through her pussy.
The more she sucked him the harder, the longer he became and the more she
wanted him. As he began to thrust into her open mouth she could taste the fluid
oozing from his head and dripping along her tongue. His taste made her sex
throb in anticipation of more thrusting, more cum. She cried out in ecstasy
when he began to spew into the back of her throat. She could feel powerful
orgasms shooting through his rigid cock as he came and kept coming. She
swallowed what she could and the rest ran down her chin and pooled at the base
of her neck. When he finally withdrew his cock she took her fingers and scooped
up the sticky strands on her neck and fed them into her mouth relishing his
taste. Oh what a man he was!

“That’s
right bitch, drink it up!”

The
sound of the foul man’s voice brought Petronia crashing back to reality so fast
her head was spinning. He mouth was full of his putrid fluid and it was all
over her face as well. When he finally let go of her hair she turned her head
to the side and began to vomit. The sour taste of her stomach’s contents were
far better than the foul man’s semen.

“Can’t
handle a man’s juice bitch? How pathetic. Guess you’re just a little girl after
all.”

“I’d
rather lay with a feral dog-”

“Perhaps
that can be arranged,” he said, interrupting her.

“I’m
sure you know lots of them. I bet you take it up the ass from them every day.
You seem like that kind of-”

She
never saw the blow coming. She just felt an explosion on the side of her head,
just before everything went black. She had no idea how much time had passed
when she woke up again, but the throbbing in her head and the ache in her bones
told her she’d been worked over while she was passed out. She didn’t know it,
but over the next 20 hours she was beaten and used as his plaything. Her only
saving grace was that for the most part she was unconscious and had no idea
what was happening to her body.

She
probably would have been beaten to death had it not been for the Dominus’ son,
Lucius. Out of habit he would go to the balcony to watch the gladiators
training and became suspicious when Petronia didn’t show up the next morning.
When she was a no show in the second morning he went looking. He only just
managed to surprise Primo in the process of trying to sneak her out of the
Villa before she died in his hands.

He
ran into Primo as he was making a payoff to one of the House guards who would
be letting him out of the gate at the appropriate time. Under threat of torture
and death the guard gave up Primo and Lucius took him and together they
confronted Primo in his quarters.

When
Primo saw them approach he knew immediately what happened. He could only hope
to bully the kid and have the guard killed later before Dominus found out what
was going on. When the kid couldn’t be frightened or dissuaded he finally had
to let him into his quarters where they found Petronia unconscious and under
his sleeping pallet.

Overcome
with emotion, Lucius knelt by Petronia’s side, fearing he was too late and she
had gone to the afterlife.

“Petronia…it’s
me, Lucius.” He said as he uncovered her head. She was almost unrecognizable.
Her face was black and blue and swollen severely. When she finally did open her
eyes she could barely see out of them.

“Petronia,”
he began. “Did Primo do this to you?” He knew before he asked that the man was
responsible for her injuries.

When
she saw him, at first she pushed him away, crying out in pain and fear. Lucius
just kept stroking her hair and cooing in her ear until she stopped shaking and
trying to get away.

“It’s
over Petronia. You’re safe with me. He won’t touch you again.”

She
tried to sit up, but the pain rocketed through her body causing her to cry out
and collapse back onto the cold stone floor.