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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Arena of Lust (MF, rom, v, history) Original Author: Nica (c) 2001 Translation: Daria "Biatlonistka" Abrossimova (2001). *** In ancient Rome gladiator games were highly popular. The new imperator Caligula was one of most feared dictators the world became to know. He loved deadly, bloody gladiator games. The games began in the morning with animal hunts and Christian burnings and found their height at sundown, when the gladiators walked in the Circus Maximus to stroke their swords and spears into each other's flesh... I may introduce me now... my name is Maximus... I am a gladiator for about three years now. Once I was living in a small village in Germanicus. Germanicus is, as is every part of Europe, inhabited by Romans. I was captured when I was trying to kill a roman centurion who wanted to rape a woman of my village. I sliced his rotten body up with my knife but I was outclassed by a troop of Romans coming by. I had another name back then but I can't recall it anymore... it all seems so long gone... I was chained and sold to a slave ring and finally became trained as a gladiator. At first I was deported to Africa, to Algeria... the small thing compared the Circus in Rome. I was always talented with the sword and the training there in Africa sharpened my talents and my instinct to kill. I even learned to kill slowly to amuse the masters and that's why I despise myself... but I'm drifting... There in Algeria I got to know the woman who should be my lonely love, my design for life, my essence, the reason why I lived. She was born in a place I think they call now Lebanon, but soon traveled to Gallicum and was deported to Algeria for killing her husband, a Roman centurion, too, who did not treat her well... so we had something in common. She was trained to be a gladiatrix, which was the newest, hottest thing over there in Rome... and her name, as sweet as herself, was Rachel... The moment we met I'll never forget ever... I was doing practice with wooden stakes and swords when she arrived together with other women, soon to be gladiatrices... our eyes matched for a second and I was captured and thrilled by her beauty... I saw a blink in her eyes and then a wooden sword hit me painfully in my belly... "You're dead, Maximus, why are you sleeping?" my gladiator-friend Demetrius laughed. "You shouldn't look at those women... you know that we're never allowed to touch them. Come on, get ready again!" I grabbed my sword again and looked again at Rachel, but she and all the other women had already been brought to their dark chambers. I couldn't forget her face and if my intuition wasn't wrong I remarked a certain reaction in her face, too. For some time we only saw each other during our walk to the training or when we were transported to various little arenas. I wasn't wrong as she constantly smiled at me when our eyes met. I was already fallen in love. My informants told me that she was the best gladiatrix around and it was said that I was the best gladiator, too, which gave us both some preferences which others didn't have. We were seen as being sort of "valuable" to our masters as we could be sold one day to Rome for a high price. One day I begged my master as being offered one night my love Rachel. I just had thought a wild, furious round at a small arena over the ruins of Carthago and my master was very pleased with me as I defeated and sliced the best gladiator from one of his worst slave trader opponents... I was given my pleasure... I was brought to a small, dark chamber which carried nothing more than a small window and an old bed. I was told to wait. Meanwhile the moon had risen above the sky and a small red planet, which is now known as the Mars, right beneath him. The mars shined a bit of red and I had never seen this planet before. I was interrupted staring at the sky when the lock of the door was removed... Rachel walked in, wearing an old dress, barefoot and surely not knowing what was awaiting her. It was dark and she couldn't see while my eyes were already adapted to the darkness by the moonlight. "Rachel..." I said. "Maximus?" She sounded surprised, well surprised... "How did you arrange this?" I could see her smile... oh, what a delight! "You know about my victory today and I asked Tiberius for the pleasure of your assistance tonight". "And so asked to meet me?" she asked. "Yes, as I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you..." I mumbled, my heart was beating madly. She didn't answer. "I love you," I whispered. "I know." Silence. After a while I asked "And you?" "Well, don't you know? Didn't you notice how my eyes swallowed your body?" I sighed. I became aroused. She slipped of her dress. She was completely naked. The moonlight bathed her slim body in silver. Her small breasts showed erect nipples pointing towards me. Her breath became faster. She came over me. I put my arms around her... kissed her gently... she opened her mouth and our tongues greeted themselves for the first time. She tasted so sweet, her body was full of live. And as we united, I knew I was at home... there was my destiny. As the dawn crawl into the next day we had promised each other. We would fight and we would kill... we would kill to be free one day. The next weeks were wonderful. I loved seeing Rachel fight in the arena. I was not afraid of her. Her skills and her talent were outrageous. We had very similar techniques. We were both not that strong and muscle- packed like other gladiators and gladiatrices. I had learned pretty soon that no muscle could match steel. Rachel and I were moving fast, we followed a strategy of weaken, tiring our enemies. We both started many fake attacks and then moved back fast. The swords and the other weapons were heavy, so our opponents soon became burned out... tired... then we took our chance to kill them with an exact blow of the sword... or, as Rachel did, with a spear. One day Tiberius called me to tell me great news... Rachel and myself were chosen to go to Rome, to fight in the great Circus Maximus. We both were thrilled, as we knew that if we survived, one day they would let us free from slavery and become honored roman citizens. Rome was a magnificent city... the market displayed fruits and animals I've never seen before in my life. All was very healthy there. The city of the empire. Not that we saw the market often as we had to stay in our catacombs and at our training fields but once in a while we were given a few hours to walk around and taste the sweet things they offered there. Rachel and me were hired as the first gladiator couple and the Roman civilians seemed to love that. The gladiators and gladiatrices there were strong, dangerous, wild and no match compared with the poor meat over there in Africa. But Rachel and me had given us a promise... the promise not to die out there in the Arena. If we would die one day, it should be together. The thought of living a life without her was unthinkable. A life without my love would be meaningless. To our luck we became popular very quickly and so we did not have to fight and conquer the champions. The male champion was called Imperatus and the rumor was spread that he was set to be free soon. The female champion was a woman from Germanicus, like me. Her name was Annabella. I met her a few times and she didn't care at all that we came from the same country. Her eyes were empty, no emotion displayed on her face, even when she left the arena after a vicious slaughter. We had a good time in Rome and felt invulnerable. Our love kept us alive and together. But there was a certain feeling of discomfort that haunted me. Something told me that we had only a limited time left. That something dangerous and dreadful waited along the line. And soon I had to learn that I was right. One day Tiberius called me in. His face was dark, sinister. "Sit down, Maximus," he said in a low voice. I did as I was told. "You know that next month there are the games for the gods of Rome?" I nodded. Everybody talked about it and it was sure that Caligula would give his people outrageous games for this special event. "Maximus... you and Rachel are chosen to fight that day." I nodded. I had not expected anything else. "Your opponents are Imperatus and Annabella." I swallowed dryly. "When they win, they will be set free." I could not take breath. A fight for freedom meant it was a fight without mercy. A gladiator who was about to be set free had to kill in his last fight... no mercy, no thumbs-up, a fight to the death. Tiberius went on, "Caligula claimed it first Champions vs. Lovers but decided to call it now different. The event is called now ARENA OF LUST. It is the highlight of the games and will take place during sundown on the last day of the games." I was frozen.... Imperatus and Annabella... no, not those two... I closed my eyes, everything was black. As I opened them again I looked Tiberius straight in the face and said with a firm voice... "We will study them, learn their movements, their tactics... and on that day... we will kill them." I stood up and left. Tiberius smiled. I didn't. The words sounded believable for him but I was not sure, I was not sure at all. Rachel, my love didn't share my dark thoughts... "So, what?" she asked me, "If they kill us, we will both die... die together... being forever united in the eternity". She embraced me, kissed me. She was right. I calmed down. If we had to die then it was the best for both of us to be killed within moments from each other. Tiberius managed that we could spent all following nights together before one week of the combat. He told me it would not be wise to let us stay together all the time. "If you see her for the last time one week before the event, all your strength and your love will be spared for that evening. Your desire for her will be greater than ever before and hence, you will fight like never before." He paused, looked me straight in the eyes. "Maximus, you're my best gladiator... but I'm afraid you have no chance at all. The only thing which will keep you alive is the thought and your love for Rachel. So I hope you understand my decision." I nodded. I understood him perfectly and my affection for Tiberius grew. I had never thought that be could become my friend. Well, he was... now. The last night Rachel and I spent together was exactly one week before our challenge at the great Circus. We made passionate love, gentle, softly. My tongue kissed every part of her delicious body. We had the desire to melt our bodies with each other and the passion finally overwhelmed us. Lust was born out of gentleness, the touches and grips became harder. My spear of flesh started ramming into her secret mouth harder... and harder. Our breaths and heartbeats grew faster and faster. The lust became unbearable and then we exploded, melted our bodies and our souls in pleasure. We faded out of the blue, into the black and into the light. All our senses were firing wildly. We screamed.... and finally met us again at the ground of silence. All said, all done, bound together... we would be together... we would live or we would die... it wouldn't matter anymore. The problem with Imperatus was that he was taller, much more muscled and even faster in his moves than me. His moves were unpredictable. We kind of shared the same style but he fought for nearly a decade. I was an apprentice only, a rookie. He was the master. Annabella was slim, skinny, tall and yet very strong. She was a master with the sword and the knife. She simply crushed spears or clubs with her sword to pieces and Rachel was best with a spear. Yet I believed Rachel was fast and clever enough to match her out. I prayed, I hoped. It was a thing not to be outspoken... the moment one of us dies, the other would lay down the weapon and offered himself to be killed, too. We were told that the fights would be simultaneously, not one other the other. Caligula wanted a spectacle Rome had never seen before. I can't remember the night and the day before the fight clearly. I found no sleep at night. It was hot and I missed my love, I had not seen for about a week. A full moon lighted my little chamber and I couldn't stop thinking about the next day. My thoughts moved to Rachel, always to Rachel. The day wouldn't go away either. I'd trained in the morning a bit and at afternoon I was deported to the catacombs of the Circus. I was undressed and oiled-up, as usual. I was told to wait. Nothing happened. I could hear the spectacle above my head somewhere. I heard the crowds roar. The games seemed to be good. Finally the guides arrived. "It is time now" a Centurio said with a somber voice. "Where's my shields and my dress?" I wondered. "No dress, no shield, only your sword." That surprised me. I never fought naked before, but it looked like Caligula knew what he wanted exactly. I was guided to the big door of the Circus which lead to the Arena. I could hear the ceremony-master's voice as he introduced me. "Citizens of Rome, the Emperor Caligula is proud to present you the ultimate battle of the games... THE ARENA OF LUST." The crowd roared again. My nerves stringed. My throat was dry. I felt adrenaline being pumped through my veins. "Here is Maximus!" The door opened and I stepped into the Arena. A smell of blood and rotting flesh filled the air. It was near sundown. I glimpsed an edge of an orange sun, blinding me for a moment. I raised my sword and greeted the audience and the Emperor. I could see how the sand was drenched red from the previous games of this day. It was still hot and the sand felt comfortable under my feet. There was an extra roar when the crowd noticed I was naked and I heard the giggling of some Roman women. I stood there. I was the first. The procedure was always the same. The least preferred gladiator came out first and this time it was I. I had hoped for some benefit having the crowd behind me but it looked like I was only an extra this time. Dispensable. Rachel and me. We were too young, to new to be famous... but good and liked enough to play the prey today. Imperatus and Annabella were deserved to win today... not the two of us. We had the bad luck of being lovers, making this game so special. Then came to my surprise... Annabella. She was naked, too, wearing only her sword and a knife, bent on her left leg in a shield. She was a beauty, no question, but her hard face without emotions somehow made her ugly. She had long, blonde hair, bend together. Her little breasts swung as she marched quickly next to me, not offering me a single look. I didn't exist in her world. I felt the sudden urge to stab my sword into her ribs, right through her skinny body but that wouldn't have changed anything. But the thought alone let me feel lust, bloodlust... and lust for my love Rachel. There she came... as she was announced, all hell broke lose. She was much more greeted by the audience as me or Annabella before. I was delighted... she had the crowd behind her. My love was stark naked, her spear firmly in her hands. Her body shined golden in the last drops of sunlight. Her dark hair was bend together, too, and her grace turned the Arena to a wonderful place. Her firm breasts were swollen, her nipples were erect. She smiled at me and I was overwhelmed with insatiable lust for her. My manrod raised and the crowd cheered. I noticed it only somewhere back in my mind. Rachel went next to Annabella and as she was at my line, she looked at me and whispered, "I love you." My heart made a jump and a crush in a second. Rachel appeared infallible. I was sure she would win. My thoughts were brutally disrupted by the announcement of Imperatus and the crowd got berserk. I never had heard such a noise before. He looked gorgeous, a sword in his hands. Flowers filled the air, thrown from the uncountable admirers of Imperatus. When he stood beside me I glimpsed a look towards me. I didn't decipher that look. It seemed strange. A little sad... but happy... nevertheless... the look didn't suite. The fanfares of the trumpets filled the air. We four stepped forward, raising our weapons to Caligula and said our verse... "We, who are about to die... salute you, Emperor of Rome!" He nodded, stood up... and yelled "No mercy!" Only these two words. The crowd mumbled, astonished, then cheering. The last game of the games could begin. Blood would be splattered, lives wasted. I went to attack. I looked around to see what Rachel was doing. A sudden "whoosh!" near my ear. The crowd roaring the first time. Imperatus's sword nearly cut my ear off, but he only scratched my shoulder. It didn't matter. First blood was pouring. I was so surprised by this attack that I felt no pain. I only looked for an eye- blink at my shoulder and Imperatus saw his chance immediately. I wondered why he hadn't kill me. He surely had the chance. "Don't dream!" He said to me. "Don't you ever dare to dream in the Arena again!" I understood the warning and nodded and yet, though... why didn't he kill me? It was his chance for freedom! The dream we all had. Why? I raised my sword, holding it with both hands, attacking. Imperatus moved back... very slightly. His feet didn't seem to touch the ground below his bare feet. The crowd roared again... not because of us, something else had happened. My love was greater than everything, so I again looked around. I noticed blood dripping from Annabella's leg. The spear of my love had hit her! What a great gladiatrix I loved! I was to be envied. I felt the elbow as it hit me right in the face. My nose broke and blood sprayed. I fell on my back. I saw nothing for a moment and the next thing I saw was a sword rushing down on me. I turned over and the sword only hit the sand. "DON'T LOOK AT ME, YOU STUPID BOY!" Rachel screamed, breathing heavily. Her voice wasn't angry, it was full of fear. I came to my feet again. "Yeah, stupid boy," Imperatus mumbled. "Why didn't you kill me?" I asked him. "Not a good show" he murmured. Then the fight took on again. This time Imperatus attacked, wielding his sword rapidly around. I defended myself the best I could. As our swords collided I thought his strength would break my arms. The metallic sounds deafened my ears, the blood tasted metallic, too, in my mouth. I couldn't hardly breath anymore. The fight had just began and I was exhausted. I moved away but Imperatus didn't lost my track. He was always behind me. Again the crowd roared and this time the scream I heard was from Rachel. But this time I concentrated on myself. Would it had been a vicious wounding the roaring would have been much louder. Imperatus attacked again. This time I was able to out pass him. He hit next to me and I was able to kick him hard in the belly. I tried to behead him as he fell but suddenly he managed to kick my feet. I stumbled and fell, too, unfortunately losing my sword. Not Imperatus. He stood quick again, threatening me... I stood there without weapons. He whirled his sword, I ducked, dived under him and grabbed my sword again. The crowd applauded. And again it was Imperatus to attack me. I felt like a rabbit in the sight of a snake. He stood in front of me but I could see what happened behind him. What I saw, delighted me. Annabella attacked. Rachel moved left, Annabella attacked to the left, Rachel quickly moved to the right, pushing the spear forward into Annabella's naked belly. Deep, very deep, she pulled it through her slim body. The bloodied end came off on Annabella's back. She stood there like a pierced butterfly and when my love pulled the spear out, she collapsed on the ground, streams of blood soaking the sand. I immediately got an erection from that sight. Oh, what a pleasure! I screamed and didn't hear the crowd anymore. I blocked Imperatus attack easily and as he raised his sword again, high over his head, my sword slashed his belly from left to right. I saw his surprised look as rivers of blood and guts fell in the dust. He collapsed. A death cry interrupted me and I saw how Rachel sank Annabella's sword in her chest, right between her breast. Blood rushed down her ribs and her mouth, her body arched. "Thank you," Imperatus whispered. I looked down on him. I had an enormous erection. "What?" I asked him. "Thank you, son... for letting me find peace. That was all I wanted, not freedom... freedom... for what?" His eyes got blank. He died. I never should know if she simply let me win or not and after all, it shouldn't matter. I embraced Rachel, we kissed. I felt like heaven on earth. But than I noticed the silence. There was no cheering, no yelling... nothing. The crowd expected the freedom of two great gladiators this evening but tables did take a turn. A turn not wanted. Caligula raised from his chair. "Civilians of Rome!" he began... "I promised freedom this evening and I will stand for my word... but..." he raised his arms... "only for ONE gladiator!" I didn't feel anything anymore. "There are still two gladiators left, so the fight will continue!" The crowd roared again and as I looked through the Circus all faces melted to the appearance of a wild animal, clutching his teeth. The animal was still hungry. The animal still wanted blood. I looked into the eyes of my love. I saw disbelief and shock where there had been love and affection just a moment before. "NOOOO!" I screamed, throwing my sword towards Caligula. It hit the end of the arena, just below his seat. The archers appeared. "Gladiator!", Caligula screamed, "if you don't fight, my archers will slaughter you and tonight I will rape your love... me and my guards.. all of them... before she will be thrown to the lions!" Silence. I nodded. Bastard! I approached Rachel, we looked in each other's eyes, we understood, we embraced, we kissed. The dagger of Annabella blinked in Rachel's hands... "Do it!" I whispered... "Push it deep and then turn the blade, my love." She didn't let her view sink, she still looked me straight in the eye and pushed the dagger in my belly. To the hilt. Then she twisted it inside me. I moaned and saw the tears in her eyes... she pulled it out, gave it to me... She whispered... "Do it... push it deep and than turn the blade, my love." The same words. I kissed her and next I rammed the blade in her beautiful, slim, open belly. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. We were both mortally wounded now. We would not die fast, but for sure. Rachel sank to the ground... I followed her. I didn't know if the crowd cheered or not... everything else was gone.... except for Rachel. I kissed her. My lust was insatiable as was hers. We had a few minutes left and we wanted to enjoy every heartbeat we still had. I went into her. She was wet and warm and for the last time I could feel the sensation of being in her, being home... at last. Our blood mixed, we felt no pain... only love, only desire as our souls were bend together for eternity. We made love for the last time on this earth. We embraced and held each other like children in a thunderstorm. Maybe our lives were full of death, but our love was pure and free of sin. I hold on till my love arched her body, moaning, showing me again her beautiful body, her erect nipples and her wonderful swollen breasts and the blood that ran down our bellies and sides only made her more beautiful. I let my sperm flow into her and as we both climaxed my last thought went to our child that would now never been born as their parents died in the same second as the roots for his life were planted. We went to the light, hand in hand into eternity. - - - - - - - - EPILOGUE I heard Rachel's voice talking to me... "Wake up!" I woke up but I saw not Rachel, but another woman, a nurse. I was told that I survived the evening in the Arena, but Rachel was dead. I was also told that I was free now. The life is no life for me anymore. Rachel is gone. I'm here only for one task left. And my task is over as I write our story here. I don't have the time to write for long, so I must make it quick. I'm sitting in Caligula's room. Caligula is dead. His body is ripped open by my sword. His penis is stuck in his throat. I have locked the doors but the guards are near of breaking them. I will open the door now and raise my sword once again. I will die like I lived. Like a gladiator. And I want to see Rachel again. Every heartbeat without her is so full of pain I can't stand anymore. I want so see her again. There. On the other side... END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23