Arena Shifters (A Paranormal Romance Novel) (7 page)

Fortunately the Dominus’ son
knew enough to take advantage of a moment of distraction and scored the first
hit on the gladiatrix. It was a partially deflected thrust that pierced her
left forearm. It was nothing serious except for the fact that the blood would
make holding on to her dagger more difficult. A fact she must have realized
right away because she threw it, first chance she got; second blood. Her aim
was just a little off and the blade sailed over his right shoulder. Then there
was the hollow sounding thunk, followed immediately by screams of women and yells
of astonishment from the men. Gaius looked just in time to see one of his
guests sliding to the floor, partially suspended by her drunk companion who
didn’t seem to realize what had just happened. When it did dawn on him he
foolishly yanked out the dagger and got a face full of hot blood for his
efforts. Those in his immediate vicinity began to vomit on the bloody floor,
including himself who was still holding the dagger in his hands. The screams
behind him distracted the inexperienced boy and for an instant he looked. His
head swiveled around, and the tip of his gladius dropped an inch and a half. I
was all the invitation she needed. She took a quick step to close the distance
and made a quick jab at the boy’s unprotected chest. The flat blade slipped
between his ribs and pierced a lung. Even before the boy knew it was over pink
frothy blood was bubbling out between his lips. The gladiatrix, horrified at
what she’d done, slain a mere inexperienced boy dropped her gladius and sank to
her knees sobbing.

Half the party goers were
grabbing and downing drinks as fast as they could swallow, and the other half
were rushing out, shouting apologies over their shoulders. Gaius was cradled
his son’s head, wiping away the blood as it continued to ooze from between his
lips. He was scarcely aware of the Praetor’s departure. The man wanted to put
some distance both physically and emotionally from the tragedy that he played a
part in. Fortunately he was the Praetor here and not the Lanista. Had the
tables been turned and he was the low ranking man he would be mired in legal
trouble. But the law was not the least of the Praetor’s worries right now. A
scandal like this could put a halt in his political aspirations permanently.
No, the last thing he wanted was to be associated with the mess in the House of
Lanista Gaius Gracchus Tiberius.

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Part Two

Trying to Forget

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It didn’t take long for news
of the tragedy to get down to the gladiator’s cells. The ones who’d been there
had yet to return, but news came from the doctor that the Master of the House
had lost his eldest son on is birthday no less. The doctor warned everyone to
be on their best behavior and to expect things to get a little crazy for a
while. A couple hours later shouting could be heard from the roof of the villa.
They didn’t know it at the time but it was Dominus standing on the roof, a
bottle of wine in each hand, and threatening to jump. Eventually he must have
been talked down because later a slave was sent to collect Petronia for a
special duty. While Petronia was bathing and getting ready the doctor showed up
again, still in his bloody clothing.

“What now?” She snapped at
him.

“Do nothing to set him off
again. I have just given him something to settle him down and just maybe he’ll
sleep and he won’t trouble you at all.”

“Is that really likely?”

“No. At best, you’re in for a
rough time. At worst, it was the other Gladiatrix who sent his son to an early
grave. He might take it out on you.”

“But what of the other girl?
What did he do to her?”

“Nothing yet. I think he’s
deciding what the worst thing he can is before he extracts his revenge on her.”

Ten minutes later another
slave, one of the Lanista’s personal guards came to retrieve her. He put a
leash around her neck and shoved her to her knees. She started to get back up,
but the slave gave a quick tug on the leash and Petronia was forced down to her
hands and knees. She reached up with her right hand, intending on taking some
of the pressure off her neck from the leash, but as soon as she picked up her
hand from the dirty stone floor, the guard yanked hard and she went sprawling
in her belly, only just keeping her face off the floor. She started to rise,
but a boot placed firmly on her back forced her to stay flat on the cold stone
floor. The harder she squirmed, the more pressure the guard put on her bare
back.

“Stop your struggling bitch!”
He spat.

She forced herself to lie
still, barely breathing for fear he would do something else. Presently he
removed his boot and pulled up on the leash. She came up on her hands and
knees, but the moment she started to rise further, the evil man yanked on her
leash making it impossible to do anything but stay on all fours.

She knew where he was taking
her; to her Dominus’ chambers of course. However, she also knew that the guard
knew where the chambers were, and that he was taking a circuitous route
purposely, in order to prolong the humiliation at his hands. Soon her knees
were scraped and bloodied, and her hands were not doing much better. Whenever
she attempted to slow down, he would give a vicious yank on the leash causing
her to sprawl face first on the cold stone floor. Pain she could take; she was
a gladiator after all. But the humiliation? That was still new to her. After
ten minutes of this she came to the firm conclusion that she would choose pain
any day over this kind of treatment.

Presently they came to the
Dominus’ chambers. He was lying on a very large bed, and a huge beast of a dog
was lying on a rug at the foot of the bed. She didn’t remember there being a
dog in the Villa.

“She is here as requested, my
Lord.” The slave announced.

“Leave us, and see to it
we’re not disturbed for any reason, by anybody, even the Domina.”

“Yes my Lord.”

“If we are disturbed I’ll tie
you to the whipping post until the crows pick the flesh from your bones.”

“Yes my Lord.”

The slave dropped the leash
and left the room, closing the door behind him. Petronia dared not look up, but
remained on all fours like a beast, waiting for her punishment. She heard some
rustling around on the bed, then the flap of feet on the stone floor. A moment
later she was looking on the feet of her master, standing in front of her.
Reaching down, he took her leash and pulled her to her bloodied knees. She was
kneeling there, face to face with a long tanned cock, hanging between his legs
and swinging in the breeze. He pulled on her leash, forcing her face to press
up against his soft member. She could smell his manly scent and already it was
having an effect on her. She pressed her lips to his warm shaft, giving it a
soft kiss before parting them and letting her tongue taste his manhood. He
moaned softly as she ran her tongue up and down his hardening shaft, and
intentionally avoiding the head of his cock. She started again at his smooth
balls, running her tongue up his shaft, but this time she didn’t stop. She let
the tip of her tongue run up under the head, then slipped it into her mouth.
She heard an audible gasp and felt his swollen member jump around in her mouth
as she ran her tongue around its sensitive underside. After a delicious minute
or two she let it slip from her mouth and studied the gorgeous head of his
cock. She longed to slip her fingers into her dripping sex, but she knew better
than to try to take any more pleasure from the encounter. Instead she took his
dripping cock back into her mouth, savoring the manly flavor of his pre cum as
it oozed out onto her tongue and down her throat. She never tired of the
feeling of power oral sex gave her over men. She may be a lowly slave, but she
could make him helpless and begging just by sucking his cock. Men were so weak
that way. It made them pathetic as a species. Sex gave women the control, and
most men were too stupid to realize that.

After a few more minutes of
bobbing up and down on his cock, Petronia felt another pair of hands on her
hips. Rough, powerful hands gripped her painfully, pulling her away from the
Dominus’ cock. Not wanting to lose her plaything, she reached an arm around his
waist and pulled him into her, jamming his entire length all the way to his
balls into her open mouth, nearly causing her to gag.

She felt her knees being
forced farther and farther apart, until she felt like she was being split into.
A rough, oiled hand began applying the slippery fluid along her ass from clit
to anus, then she felt the tip of a finger slip into her ass. She winced
briefly in pain and shock. Instinctively she tried to close her knees, but a
firm pair of legs forced them even farther apart. Once more the finger swirled
around her opening before slipping in an inch. She flinched, tightening her
muscles for an instant, then relaxing. Suddenly, before she knew what was
happening, the finger rammed into her all the way to the last knuckle. At first
all she felt was an intense burning sensation, before giving way to faint
feelings of pleasure in an area she’d never believed could have been possible.
The faster the man’s finger plunged in and out, the more intense the feelings
of pleasure were. Despite the presence of a huge throbbing cock in her mouth
she still managed to moan pleasure. Then all of a sudden the finger withdrew.
She moaned angrily and sucked harder on the Dominus’ cock, trying to force him
to shoot a hot load down her throat.

Suddenly she felt a great
weight on her back, and hot breath on the back of her neck. She squirmed under
the weight trying to shake it off. Whoever it was, was just too heavy for her
small frame. The next thing that happened shocked her to the core. She felts a
huge red hot iron rod thrusting up against the opening of her anus, far too big
to fit in; she thought, but she was already lubricated from her own excitement.
If a finger felt so delicious, how could a cock not? She spread out her knees
further and thrust her ass up into the air, while rocking back on the rigid
tool. She felt a sudden powerful thrust of the other’s hips and a white hot
lightning bolt of pain shooting inside her splitting her asunder. The harder
she was ass fucked, the more force she put into her cock sucking and in seconds
she was rewarded with another geyser of cum sluicing down her throat, and
squirting out around his shaft and down her chin and neck. He rammed, she
sucked, and behind her another man fucked; or so she thought.

Suddenly she felt the cock
inside her ass change in size and shape; it that was even possible. The hot
breath on the back of her neck smelled different and the weight on her back was
a fraction of what it had been. What the hell was going on she wondered? She
started to twist her neck around to get a look at who was penetrating her, but
a low growl made her freeze in place. A growl? She felt the hands on her hips
change too. Where there were soft finger tips, there were nails digging into
her soft flesh. The thrusting became so fast, almost machine like. No one could
move that fast. Not that she was complaining about that; it felt delicious. She
started to turn her head around again, but she was stopped by a pair of strong
jaws on the back of her neck. Hot breath filled her nostrils, and as the beast,
yes it had to be a beast, rammed her ass, she began to experience a thunderous,
gut wrenching orgasm like she had never experienced before. She felt the world
around her fading out, and finally before he vision went, she saw a great black
dog-like beast of a man curling up on the rug at the foot of the bed. Dominus
was standing in front of her, cock still dripping, and drinking from a cup of
wine.

“Any chance she’ll remember
any of this tomorrow?” He asked.

She was about to reply, when
she noticed he wasn’t even looking at her. He seemed to be asking the dog. And
even more shocking was the reply. The beast looked up at him and made some kind
of growl.

“Yes, I suppose you’re
right,” Dominus replied. “I suppose you’re right.”

Petronia passed out.

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

The Ecstasy and the Agony

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Two female slaves, Flavia and
Dionya lay in the dark recesses of the cell, barely lit by a couple flickering
candles. It wasn’t often that they got any time to themselves and they weren’t
about to waste it.

The very moment the Flavia’s
breath touched her delicate flower, it sent ripples of pleasure shooting up
through her body like some lightening rod that just got lit up for the first
time. Warm breath gave way to heated lips and hot tongue exploring places even
her fingers had not dared touch. When the ecstasy of the moment licked the
recesses of her brain not yet dusted, it was blast off.

A primal scream of pure pleasure
was ripped from Dionya as her lover’s tongue drank her fill. For Flavia it was
like drinking from the fountain of youth. When she tasted the girl’s cum, and
inhaled her sweet scent she knew it would keep her young forever and she drank
like a desperate woman on the verge of death who’d just discovered the river of
life.

The much younger slave, Dionya
thrust her hips up to meet her lover’s mouth feverishly wishing the woman could
enter her, possess her, and never never stop. With both hands she grabbed the
other’s head, pulling her down into her thighs and driving her hips upwards.
Sweat poured off her body mixing with the saliva dripping from the other’s
mouth as she knelt on the altar of her body and worshiped her sex.