A slave and a gladiator cock

I became a slave to my domina when I was only 10 years old. My domina raised me to cater to every need she would ever need. When I did wrong, I could guarantee a lashing that would sting for weeks. So I always aimed to please my domina in whatever way she wished.

 My domina raised me with the best intentions. She promised my virginity would be kept to be given to the right person when of age. Which at that point she would no longer be my domina. She always said a nice, decent, deserving man or gladiator would buy me as a wife and she would approve only to the highest bidder. That way she could guarantee me a sound marriage.

 As the years passed and I attended every need of my domina, I watched the gladiators fight each other in the blistering heat. Watch them fight not only with swords but with words as well. Watch how slaves just like me were forced to do more than please their masters. They had to please the whole city with blood.

I’ve watched young boys be forced to become men many years too soon.

One day I accompanied my domina and her husband to the market in the city. They were looking for fresh meat to add to their gladiator games.They came upon a new shipment of Dimachaerians. They purchased the whole lot of them. I walked back with my domina to our linista and was put in charge of cleaning up the new recruits.

 All of them made their remarks about what they would do to us behind closed doors. Except one. He stood out above the rest. Long wavy dirty blonde hair. Bright blue eyes that sparkle brighter than the sun and moon combined. He had scars all upon his body and trembled when my fingers traced them. He stared at me with no words slipping from his lips. When I looked into his eyes I saw more than just another slave or gladiator. I saw a man with tender heart but a tough shell to protect himself.

 The next few weeks we passed glances, smiles, even slight touches. The only words that slipped from our mouths were those when I fetched his presence for my domina. You see she took a liking to his cock.

As I took a liking to the man wielding the cock.

 One night I was fetching wine for domina and her husband. That is when he grabbed my arm pulled me close and kissed me hard and deep. He then pushed me against the stone cold wall, pulled up my dress and shoved his long hard cock into my shaven untouched pussy. I could feel his abs harden with every thrust. My breaths growing deeper and deeper. Moaning with every breath I take. Arching my back to fit all of his cock into my wet pussy. Him pulling my hair tight and shoving my face close to his chest. Thrusting harder and harder. Making the shelves of wine rattle.

 As I moan his name louder and louder.

I pray to feel Dannikenn cum inside my swollen pussy. Having him make me feel more and more like a woman with every touch. Knowing how he craves my body over our domina’s is overpowering. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Causing me to tighten even more around his hardened cock.Right at that moment, I begin to scream, forcing him to cover my mouth with his hand. Has he does he leans into me with one last strong thrust and releases everything he has into my cunt.

As we both stand there catching our breath. We simply cast smiles at each other and a slight giggle.He kisses my forehead then bows and kisses my hand. He turns on his heels and marches back to the cell he has been condemned to. I grabbed the jug of wine and scurried back to my domina pretending to be a good slave. All while having Dannikenn’s juices seeping between my legs.

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