So take two of the story since the first one got lost from my mistakes.
I remember long ago from when Rome was as great as can be. It was a time of our Roman Emperor Claudius and we had a simple yet exciting live. One of which I had in the Colosseum, a place of gladiators. Slaves and citizens can fight for honor and glory while choosing a class like the Scissor gladiators or the Hoplomachus gladiators. Either way, it was something to fight for that would bring both honor and reputation of both the masters and their warriors.
I was a master long ago that had gladiators but I wasn’t known then. It was when I gained her that my reputation was great. Sexus Bellator or the female gladiator of the colosseum, she was something to behold. When I first got her she was suppose to be a sex slave, I can see why she would have been meant for that position. She was beautiful from the big bossumes and breasts, to the brown hair and blue eyes. She would rival Helen of Troy for such beauty. One great detail for her sexual position was her vaginal regions. It was gaping and loose as if she fucked the great beasts of Afri-terra or if she was married to a horse from the gauls, goths, and celts. She was celtic in origin so I assumed that was the case.
After I bought her I wanted to test her out by how she felt, instead, she had lead me to my horse before I had the chance. I wanted to treat her like a roman and she wanted something bigger, so I had her entertain me from my horse. From what I seen she was magnificent from the pleasures she had with the mighty creature. Soon she became my favorite and I had other slaves bathe her, feed her, tend to her every need. Though she was too loose to fuck I still tried my hardest in bed. Sadly, I cannot please her as much then what the beast can.
So we had a greater relationship as master and slave and she hold up more roles like how should I train my gladiators or describing more about the Britains. She was my right hand and I was proud to appreciate her loyalty. Then came a time when I had no gladiators left. All of them even my best has been slain in the arenas. I didn’t know what to do, most of my income came from them fighting. Eventually I had to take drastic measures and use my stallion lover to fight in the heap of battle.
So it began, she as a Trax, walked on the blood soaked sand wearing nothing but sandals and holding nothing but a dagger and shield. I thought I would lose her so quickly but as the games began, she was fighting like a true warrior. The crowd praised her for how she fought and praised her for showing her cunt on the battlefield. They called her sexus bellator with each cheer.
From taking down the biggest of opponents to slaying many beasts, she fought like a true warrior. All that remains was her, blood soaked and hungry for more. As we celebrate her victory I decided to make her my new champion. We had wine, fine foods, and more stallions to her delight. Soon she fucked four of them in one night as each of them took their turn for my mare. When the final one was done she fell asleep on the ground showing her insides to me. I had my slaves wash her gaping pussy and had her be put in her chambers, from there I planned a new beginning. One that would take us to the top of the Colosseum.