Chapter 6

“Ah, my beautiful Domina, you look more pleasing to the eye every day?” The slender man in elegant robes of fine linen and silk nodded his grey haired head earnestly.

“If that were true, my Dominus.” Taleela smiled disdainfully at her husband, her displeasure of being there in the boisterous and raucous arena evident on her expression. “Your eye has been anywhere but on me every day.”

“Come, come, my love.” Dominus Altus Denarius laughed and waved at the heavyset man seated beside him in the regal enclosure over

looking the centre of the sand strewn arena. “Allow me to present Senator Marius Tiberius of Capua.”

“Senator, it is good to see you again.” Taleela bowed at the elderly statesman. “My father speaks highly of you.”

“Taleela, my child.” Tiberius smiled widely. “How fares your esteemed sire?”

“Caius is as tough as ever, my friend.” Denarius laughed. “And we will have time enough for such talk at the feast tonight… look to the sands - the gladiators have lined up to salute us.”

Taleela followed her husband’s gaze, turning her nose up at the motley band of muscular fighters standing on the sand in the arena below, their crude weapons and scant armor gleaming in the mid-afternoon sun. Each of them were prepared to shed blood, even their own, for the price of a day’s bread and wine.

“So this is the might of Denarius.” Tiberius of Capua nodded in

appreciation. “Much has been told of your champion, the Northman. Where is he?”

“He arrives now.” Denarius gestured at the eastern gate as it creaked open. “Behold!”

An even louder roar reverberated across the arena as the largest man ever seen in Rome, decked in leather and steel armor, wielding a massive flat-bladed broadsword in each hand, strode into the bloodied sand. The

crowd began chanting his name as his heavy boots crushed drying bones and broken metal shards with every step to the center of the pit.

“So this is the prized fighter you have been so enamored with?” Taleela sneered at her husband.

“Ganon is indeed a prize… and it is the gold he brings me that has ensnared my heart, not the man.” Denarius smiled at his leering wife patiently.

“Why is he in need of female slaves in such vast number?” She asked him, eyeing the giant down on the sands curiously.

“He is a man of great prowess, my dear.” Her husband explained, caressing her smooth arm. “The slaves keep him satiated and strong.”

“And under your control.” Taleela said dryly.

“Undoubtedly.” Denarius smiled at her, raising his cup of wine. “Now watch, the battle begins.”

“Whom does he fight?” Tiberius leaned closer as the dozen other gladiators surrounded the gigantic Ganon.

“All of them.” Denarius replied with a smirk and sipped his wine. “Alone?” Taleela raised a well singed eyebrow.

“Yes.” Her husband licked his wine-stained lips, an avaricious gleam in his dark eyes.

“This is worth watching.” Taleela muttered under her breath and focused on the heavily muscled gladiator as he braced himself against his dozen attackers.

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“Twelve men, armed and as powerful… vanquished in less than a quarter turn of the glass.” Tiberius went on as he accepted another slice of honey-roasted pork. “Truly, your Northman is a warrior sent by the gods themselves.”

“Indeed, my good friend.” Denarius nodded, glancing around the lavish banquet hall and spotting his wife. “It is as if Mars himself possesses the man.”

“Would you consider ever selling him?” The squat man eyed his host squarely.

“Not for all the wealth of Rome, Caesar’s included.” Denarius laughed and waved at Taleela.

The redhead nodded in acknowledgement and walked up to the lavish table her husband was entertaining his noble guests at. Milaca timidly followed her new mistress, feeling out of place in the bustling banquet the House of Denarius hosted in honor of Tiberius of Capua.

“A new slave?” Denarius inquired, eyeing the beautiful blonde from Anglos.

“Yes, my love.” Taleela smiled, bowing her head slightly at Tiberius and then at her bemused husband. “You gifted her to me, earlier today.”

“I did?” The grey haired noble looked at Milaca with keen interest. “Only the best for you, my love.”

“As always, Altus, your love for me is endless.”

“Let us drink to that.” Tiberius raised his goblet in a pudgy fist. “… and to eagerly awaited news of an heir to the Denarius Estate.”

“Mercury is yet to bear such news, Senator.” Taleela smiled sardonically.

“Ah, yet seven years is much too long.” Tiberius wiped his lips with a piece of white linen.

“Our love grows ever stronger, my friend.” Denarius placed his arm around his beautiful wife’s shoulders. “In time we will bring you the news

of an heir.”

“And speaking of love, I am given to understand that you have more amorous entertainment arranged for this night, friend Altus.”

“Indeed, my friend.” Denarius smiled slightly. “When the fires and music of the banquet diminish, we will witness the less brutal aspect of my prize fighter.”

“Ganon has talents other than for slaying?” Tiberius’ pale eyes went

wide.

“You shall soon see for yourself.” Denarius held out his wine cup to Milaca for a refill.

“As would I, my dear husband.” Taleela said sweetly. “I find it hard to believe a man so brutal can make a desirable lover… by his prowess in the arena it would appear that he can only brutalize his mate.”

“Far from it…” Denarius grinned, sipping his wine. “Ganon

entertains on silken sheets as much as he does on the sands of the arena.”

“I await that aspect with much anticipation then.” Taleela nodded, eyeing Milaca. “And I will have my slave here accompany me.”

“As you wish, my dear.” Her husband waved casually, turning his attention to the matters of state Tiberius began talking about.

“Come, Milaca… let us leave politics to the politicians.” Taleela rose and walked away with the blonde in tow. “I must have some more of the sweet wine that you bring with you.”

“Wine, my Domina?” Milaca looked bewildered for a moment.

“Yes, my pretty Anglos… sweet wine from the far west.” The taller woman drew her into a side corridor and moved away between the darkened columns, her hands drawing the blonde in close to her.

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“The darkness shall keep us hidden, so that our performers may not be hindered by our presence.” Denarius whispered as he settled down on a cushioned divan.

“Yet they know that we are here, watching them?” Taleela asked tonelessly, glancing around at the very private chamber in her husband’s palace she had rarely visited in the past.

“They do… but they need not see us.” He replied, nodding his head at Tiberius reclining on the divan to the left of him.

“Who are these women displayed before us?” Taleela scanned the six naked women kneeling down before the large bed in the centre of the room. She recognized them as the ones she had inspected that morning, including the arrogant Gaul.

“Slaves; freshly acquired.” Denarius smiled tightly. “Though one seems to be amiss.”

“And they will perform this night, willingly?” Taleela asked quickly to divert his attention from them.

“No, they are here to watch, and be made aware of what is to be expected.”

“Ah, they are the cast for the next performance.” The redhead

smiled, glancing quickly back over her shoulder at Milaca crouching behind her divan.

“Yes… and here come the ones for tonight’s show.” Denarius waved at the large man stepping into the lamp-lit centre of the room.

“Is that Ganon? …he appears different without all that armor and cleaned off the foul blood.” Taleela’s green eyes went wide at the sight of the seven foot tall blond giant in a white toga towering over everything, a smug grin on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Indeed, he does.” Denarius chuckled. “You might even find him desirable…”

“And goats would preside as guests of honor on banquet tables.” She snorted, though her eyes told different as they ran amok over his broad shoulders, deep chest and powerful arms and legs.

“I see.” Denarius laughed softly. “And here are his lovers… just two this night, dusky twins from across the river Styx.”

“They are beautiful.” Taleela eyed the two dark haired, olive

skinned, voluptuous women gliding into the chamber and displaying their luscious naked bodies to the spectators. She wondered if they would be made available to her, for a more private show in her chambers.

A sudden silence fell over the room as the dozen or so privately invited nobles turned their attention to the able bodied performers ready to fornicate for their viewing pleasure.

Taleela licked her lips and stifled a gasp as Ganon dropped his toga to stand completely naked. Her eyes darted for his crotch and she felt faint. He was hung almost to the knees and not even hard yet. The two dusky beauties slithered over him like snakes on the trunk of an oak. His large hands grabbed each one by their lush buttocks and he kissed the two exotic creatures in turns.

The six other slave women watched with horrified expressions as Ganon’s monster cock began to rise. One of the dusky women dropped to her knees and began to pleasure him orally, hastening his arousal as he

lifted up the other as easily as one would a cup of wine. Holding her spread delight over his face, he performed orally on her with as much exaggeration as her twin performed on him below.

Taleela glanced at her husband, noting his intense attention at the goings on. It had been a while since they had any kind of intimacy, and she was fine with that. She had only married him for his wealth and status, and her interest in women limited her need for men. But then this Ganon was quite something else, almost a man-god, and she felt her desire for

something thick and hard inside her rekindle. She looked back at the performers to find Ganon lying on his back with one of the twins sitting on his face and the other riding his cock. The two of them kissed and played

with each other’s lush breasts as their gargantuan lover pleasured them both in tandem.

The perverse display ended with Ganon’s mighty orgasm erupting over his two kneeling lovers’ beautiful faces. A soft flurry of applause followed the climax, before the lights were dimmed and the nobles resumed their chatter and awaited the next set of performers to take the stage.

“I have enjoyed this much, my Dominus.” Taleela smiled at her husband. “And now I must rest… it has been a long day.”

“Undoubtedly, my dear.” Denarius nodded. “Take rest, have your newly acquired slave tend to you… I will see you in the morning.”

Taleela smiled slightly and walked out of the room with a very red faced Milaca following her closely. She needed a bath, a nice hot, scented bath.

“What bothers you, my girl?” She asked Milaca as they walked up the marble stairway leading to her private chambers. “Have you not

witnessed such wonders before?”

“I… no, my Domina.” She replied, blushing furiously.

“You are yet to be bedded by a man?” The redhead almost laughed as she walked into her private chambers and a slave drew the curtains.

“My Domina… I… yes, I am.” Her captive replied softly, following

her in.

“A virgin.” Taleela nodded in appreciation. “How old are you?”

“I… I am one less of a score summers, my Domina.” Milaca watched as the redhead stripped naked before her. She noted the wetness of her mistress’ arousal trickling down her shapely, alabaster thighs.

“Well, I prefer your preserved beauty over one sullied by those beasts called men.” Taleela smiled and dipped a hand into her bath water. “Come, bathe me again… my pretty.”

“Yes, my Domina.” She replied, blushing as she dropped her simple garments.

“It has been a while since I felt a man’s hardness inside me.” The noblewoman said with a look of wonder in her green eyes. “And I rarely miss it, with lovelies like you around, Milaca.”

“I... I am honored, my Domina.” Milaca answered shyly as Taleela reached for the blonde’s naked breasts.

“And yet that man is… different.” Taleela said breathlessly, her hands gently caressing the soft mounds on the nineteen year old, “…almost unreal; a man out of legend - as strong as Mars in battle and as virile as Priapus in bed.”

“Shall I wash you here, my Domina?” Milaca touched the redhead’s wet pussy, feeling pretty aroused herself.

“Oh, yes… you shall indeed.” Taleela moaned, closing her eyes. “I am in need, my love… wash me there with your mouth.”

“Yes, My Domina.” The blonde slave lowered her head and pushed her mistress up by her buttocks until her pussy emerged from the scented water.

“And tomorrow I want you to go to the general slave quarters and enquire of the slaves of their services to that brute.”

“Me, Domina?” Milaca looked up in fear, her mouth inches away from Taleela’s dripping pussy.

“Yes. Fear not, I will have my seal upon your tunic, none will dare harm you.” The Domina of Denarius sighed, closing her eyes and holding her pretty blonde slave’s head over her aching pussy. “Now, cleanse me… oh, yes… yes.”