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A Slave to Lust
“Stupid woman!” My husband shouts, slapping me across the face.
“I’m sorry.” I whimper as I land on the floor.
My husband grabs one of the slaves and looks at me in disgust.
“I should give you to the vagrants on the streets, maybe you could manage to please them.” He says, curling his lip in disgust as he pushes the slave down to suck his cock.
I just look at the floor. My Father had married me off to this ‘man’ a month ago. I was a virgin until our wedding night and every time we try to have sex it ends this way. I’m unable to satisfy him so he throws me away for one of the slaves. I slowly get up and head back to my rooms.
“No, I know what I’ll do. I’ll hire a gladiator to teach you how to please a man. I’ll even give him permission to do anything he wants to you.” He chuckles.
I keep my back to him and my head up as I walk away. It’s not until I reach my room that I collapse to the bed and cry. I’ve heard tales of what happens to women given to gladiators. Broken bones, permanent disfigurement. Sometimes they even die.
I don’t even know what it is I do wrong. I do everything he says for me to do but it’s never right. Then again it’s not like he ever seems to please me. I didn’t even want to marry him, I was just glad my father chose someone my own age as my husband. What’s going to happen to me?
A few days later I return to find my husband in high spirits. He’s ordering the slaves to make preparations for travel.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
“To the gladiator ring. I’m going to pick one to bring home for the night. Maybe he can teach you how to please a man.” He sneers at me.
I just nod at him and get ready to go. We watch the gladiators fight and then my husband goes below to choose one. Once he’s done we leave. He doesn’t tell me anything about which gladiator he chose. All he says is that the gladiator will be here tomorrow evening instead of tonight so they can heal. I remain silent.
If I’m completely honest, seeing the gladiators with their muscled bodies has given me a new perspective on the deed. Maybe I could actually enjoy it? The idea of one of their hot, sweat slicked bodies pounding into me is enough to cause a strange feeling in my stomach and I feel myself begin to get wet between my legs. The only thing I have to worry about is how much will I be hurt?
The next evening I’m in my room nervously awaiting the gladiator. My door opens and my husband walks in with a giant of a man behind him. Never mind how much he might hurt me on purpose, if he’s as hung as his size suggests he’ll split me in two just by entering me. I feel a deep dread enter my bones as I see the cold hard look in his eyes as he stares at me disdainfully.
“Stand up and show him your goods, Darling.” My husband sneers.
I do as I’m told. I stand up and undo the clasps to my dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. I lower my head and look anywhere but at the disappointed looks I know both men will give me.
“She doesn’t look too bad but unfortunately she doesn’t know anything either.” My husband smirks.
He comes up to me and raises my chin roughly. I catch the gladiator’s eye and shiver at the hatred in their brown depths.
“Your job gladiator is to teach her how to please a man. You can do anything you want to her.” My husband says, pushing me forwards into the gladiator’s arms.
I gasp as the gladiator catches me and I realise just how big he is. I can’t help looking into his eyes in terror. He could break me with no effort. I think I see a flash of sympathy in his eyes but then it’s gone again. I stand back up as my husband leaves the room, closing and locking the door.
I step back from the gladiator, biting my lip nervously. I look down, too scared to see that cold look in his eyes again. He reaches for me and I can’t help flinching from him. He reaches out, slower this time and gently pushes my chin up so I have to look at him.
“What’s your name gladiator?” I ask in a quiet voice.
“Crixus.” He says in a gruff voice.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask.
“No more than you enjoy.” He smirks.
“I… don’t enjoy pain.” I stammer, eyes widening.
He smirks at me and then reaches out to grasp my hair, pulling my head to an angle. I cry out in pain but then his mouth lands on mine, tongue thrusting in deep and I moan. I feel a rush of pleasure from his kiss that mixes with the pain from his grasp on my hair, making the pleasure so much more intense. I moan again and my hands raise up to clasp the back of his shoulders.
He pulls away with a smug look on his face and all I can do is look into his eyes and blink in wonder. I’ve never been kissed like that or felt anything like that.
“You can’t please someone if you don’t know what you like.” He says in his husky gruff voice.
I just continue to stare at him and he grins at me like a hungry animal. He uses his grip in my hair to push me down to my knees. I gasp as I am now eye-level with his hard cock. This is actually the first time I even notice that he’s naked. I blink at his hard length. He’s huge and I’m suddenly wondering how he’s going to fit into me again. My husband is tiny but it still hurts, how much worse will this be?
I glance up at him and he smiles. He pushes my mouth against his length and I reflexively open my mouth wide so he can slide inside. He starts off gentle and shallow and I lick and suck him, purely following instinct. He groans and I glance up at him. His eyes are half closed with pleasure.
I continue doing what I’m doing until he begins to thrust even deeper. I end up having to just open my mouth as wide as I can as he thrusts into my mouth deeper and deeper. I keep my eyes on his face and he still seems to be enjoying it. Suddenly he pushes right down into my throat and I choke and gag. He stays there for a few seconds and then pulls out again as I gasp for air. He gives me a few seconds to catch my breath and then does it again.
He repeats this over and over again until my throat is raw and I have tears streaming down my face. I never would have thought I could enjoy this but I do. I feel a huge sense of power about the effect I seem to have over him. He’s gasping and sweating and I can feel that he’s trembling all over.
“I’m going to cum and when I do, you will swallow every last drop. Understand me?” He growls.
He doesn’t even give me a chance to answer before he thrusts back into my throat and cums in hot spurts. I swallow every drop, enjoying the way he reacts as I do, and then I lick him clean. He gasps as my tongue laps him up and then lifts me to carry me to the bed. He drops me on the mattress and I yelp as I bounce.
“You did that wonderfully.” He says.
“I… I did?” I gasp.
“Yes.” He replies as he crawls onto the bed.
He opens my legs wide and stares at my exposed pussy.
“Do you know how wet you are?” He asks.
“I don’t get wet.” I whisper back embarrassedly.
He smirks and grabs my hand. He pulls it down between my legs and forces me to run my fingers along my slit. I gasp at the contact of my fingers and how wet they are and he smirks again. He pushes my fingers against my clit and rubs them back and forth making me gasp and arch at the finger of electricity I can feel from the pleasure.
“Keep doing that.” He demands.
I moan and nod my head. I cry out as he pushes one finger into me and I tense in reflex, waiting for the pain I always feel.
“Relax or it will hurt.” He says.
“It always hurts.” I whisper.
“It will if you’re not wet.”
I do my best to relax as I continue to rub my clit. He smiles and then runs his finger over some hidden part inside that causes stars to burst behind my eyelids and I cry out. I hear him chuckle but I’m more concerned by the strange feeling building in my stomach. It almost feels like too much. I stop moving my fingers over my clit and the feeling recedes slightly. Crixus pushes a second finger into my core and I cry out again.
“You’re tensing again.” He admonishes.
“I… can’t relax… Oh... Strange… feeling… Ah!” I gasp between moans.
“Relax and let go.” He whispers.
I try to but I just can’t. He growls above me and adds a third finger, thrusting me open. I scream and my hands reach out, scratching down his arms. He groans and I think I’ve hurt him. I open my mouth to apologise and he suddenly plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan and my hands grasp his arms tighter, nails digging in.
With one more hard thrust of his fingers the strange feeling in my stomach explodes outwards engulfing my body. I scream his name and arch into his fingers, feeling my pussy tighten around them even more. My vision goes white and I can’t hear anything but the blood rushing through my veins.
When I come back down I blink my eyes open and stare straight into Crixus’ brown ones. He smirks at me and then flips me over. I gasp, wondering what he’s going to do next. He places me so I’m on my knees with my face buried into the mattress. Without any warning he pushes his cock into my dripping pussy, making me scream. I’m shocked that it actually feels pleasurable instead of painful.
He grasps my hair and pulls me upright against his body. He continues to pound into me, reaching a hand round to squeeze my breast hard. I cry out again and he kisses along my neck. He releases my breast just long enough to grasp one of my hands and move it down, making me rub my own clit again.
His hand then goes back to squeezing and twisting my breast. I’m just moaning continuously as I feel that sensation beginning to build again. I unconsciously clamp my pussy around his cock and he groans, squeezing my breast even harder. I move my body in time with his and he groans even more.
Before I’m even aware of it my second climax crashes down on me. I scream at the ceiling as I bring my free hand up behind me to grasp his hair. My eyes clamp shut and my body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. The whole world seems to disappear until all that’s left is his body pounding into mine.
When I open my eyes he pushes me back down so my face is plastered to the mattress. He grips my hips tight enough to bruise and begins to pound into me harder and harder. I can’t even get the breath to moan now, just gasp and pant as he uses me. My hands grasp the sheets and a few thrusts later he shouts as he cums into me, filling my pussy with his hot seed.
When he’s done he collapses over the top of me. I sigh in satisfaction as I feel his weight cover me. Our sweat slicked bodies cooling down together as we gasp for breath. He rolls off me and then pulls a blanket over me as I shiver. I look at him through half-closed eyes.
“If I can be so bold, it’s obviously not you that needs the teaching.” He says with a grin.
I laugh back.
After a full night of pleasure at his hands I catch up on some sleep. When I wake up his words continue to run round my head and I decide he’s right. I’m not going to be a dormouse anymore. This villa and everything in it was bought by my father so I should be running the household. The next time my husband says I don’t please him I tell him HE should learn how to please a woman then. From that day on he chose to sleep with the slaves so I had a lot more nights with my gladiator.