Gladiators

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think when conan the barbarian was a slave.....

The men were strong and tough and fought to survive.

The weak died, and the strong were given slave girls for mates to produce more strong slaves.

So I had been sent to his quarters, he was strong enough to deserve his own quarters. They weren't much but at least it was private, I carried his food on a tray, along with pitcher of fresh milk and a basin to wash him with. I knocked softly on the door, not knowing what sort of battle hardened man might lie behind it.
 
I grunted.

I heard the soft knock from behind the door. It was just about time for my daily meal. Ahh, it was great to be a fine gladiator, not only do you get to bust some heads, you get fine food, and fine women.

Of course, since he was only the average gladiator, he had a fine taste for women aswell as food. Of course, he was very rude and mean, thus, being no way for him to get a real woman outside of the arena.

"Come in" I grunted.
 
I pushed the door open with my foot as I carried the platter inside, I was lean well muscled I had been a personal body guard until my charge had gotten married and I'd been sold to highest bidder. Here I was faced with a man who probably didn't know a bit of manners or gentleness. I shrugged and set the platter down my loose fitting garb sliding off my shoulder.
 
He laughed at the woman that arrive with his food. He knew that know, his rudness, or to him, his moves would impress her. With little knowing much he stood as she arrived. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Feed me" I order.

I looked into her eyes to show here that I was the boss. Whatever past she did have, was now gone, for she was just on of the emperor's slave girls. They weren't meant to please us gladiators, just so others cant get pleasure at watching us kill and die.
 
He was one of those, rude, obnoxious, more animal than man. I set the food down and poured a glass and handed him the food. I wasn't sure what to expect, perhaps something a little less noxious. He smelled as if he never bathed and I wondered again why I had been ordered to his room.
 
"I deserve more respect than this."

"I have killed over 50 of the emperors greatest men all for the cheers of the crowd."

I pulled out the sword from behind my chair.

"This sword will be bathed in your blood if you don't reply to my demands!"

I knew I had her know. It was all an act though, but this, she did not know.

"Now, bathe me!" I demanded.
 
"I'd rather have your blade pierce me, it would undoubtedly be more satisfying." I head for door, this was fruitless, perhaps I would be reassigned to less disgusting detail. The man had the manners of an ape
 
Helio

Named for the sun...
My golden hair gleams in the sunlight. My skin is a fine bronze and hides the scars well. I look at the mask I wear in battle it bears the symbol of the sun...I almost laugh for the tears. I have killed almost all of my friends and I grow sick of the games. but it beats the only other alternative i have. I used to belive if I grew popular enough, perhaps I could win my freedom. In truth I belive the only freedom we commoners get is in the grave...but im in no hurry to give up this habit of breathing. Ive grown accustomed to it. I twist my practice bar and spin it. I'm not going without a fight.
 
I turned on my heel and left before her could brandish anymore threats. I returned to the woman in charge of breeding and reported his behavior. She replied they'd had trouble breeding him and hoped I'd have better luck manhandling him into producing. She shrugged half heartedly and said I'd get a different assignment the next night and when my last cycle had been. I reply and head back to the kitchen.

I was sweating buckets when she arrived with directions to another gladiator who had just been found to have won enough to merit breeding. His name was Helio and she told me she put something in the food to make him responsive.

I nodded and taking the prepared tray and bathing basin I headed to his room. I knocked politely before entering seeing him sprawled on bunk as if he had just acquired these quarters.

I realized I must look a sight sweat glistening on my toned bronze skin, my dark hair streaked with red from too much sun.

"You are Helio?"
 
OOC: Sorry about that, I couldn't get to my computer for a couple of days.

I saw her turn to leave, and I wanted to stop her, but I knew it was no hope. I stood know chance to touch the soft hand of a woman ever again. My own personality had dubbed me such a fate.

I knew I would have to fight again for this. Apparently, my behavior isn't aproved by many people, even the emperor himself. But who would I have to fight, their were few men to fight, heh, few men strong enough and brave enough to fight me.

I have heard of this Helio fellow. He bares the symbol of life, the sun. I had a feeling that this symbol would eventually be his symbol to death. And in the end, what would he be to me, a friend, or just another check to mark on the wall. Over 50 of them were already there. I hadn't had the time to count.

I slowly walked out of the small confined room to see the war brisk sun high in the air. Damn it was hot. It was very hot, perhaps the hottest day of the year. I put my hand up to my eyes to perfect my vision. I search for her, for Helio, for anyone....
 
Bodocea

OCC: I'd like a chance to take on Admired_Gandalf as sort of a breeding woman for the difficult cases, the "animals" as you call them. My character, Bodocea, will be pure Amazon. 6'1" of blond Nordic woman, she trains with the gladiators when she doesn't have breeding duties. She Brigette Nielson in "Red Sonya" and she's tougher than nails.

IC: The breeding woman outlined my mission. My target was like all the others. This gladiator was rude, animalistic, fierce, and he would be my next lover. I knew what I had to do. He would need a challenge, a physical challenge. Well, he would get it.

I quickly changed into tight fitting leather leggings. They offered protection and freedom of movement. It didn't hurt that my leather-encased legs looked magnificant. I bound my breasts snuggly and threw on a loose fitting tunic. I covered that with a breast plate and strapped it on. I looked at my reflection in the glass. I had to free my hair from my customary braids. My long flowing hair would be a hinderance, but I also knew the sight excites males. Besides to win the war, I would have to lose this battle. I looked magnificant, like a blond warrior goddess.
Finally, I took my dulled sword down from the shelf.

I walked out into the exercise yard, and I saw him immediately. He looked like he didn't fit in, he appeared to be looking for something or someone. I strode powerfully to the center of the yard, and let out a blood-curdeling yell. "I am Bodocea! I will take any man who beats me in hand-to-hand combat as my lover. Who would like to volunteer." I leveled my icy blue gaze on my target and raised a blond eyebrow...
 
"Hah! Do you actually think that you are strong enough to fight me! You are a brave a foolish woman, but I do admire that about you." I yelled in reply.

I slowly walked into the dirt covered area with pain, for the small jagged rocks cut into my thick skin. Over time, my feet had become acustomed to the pain.

"If you want it, you shall get it." I said.

I stared straight at her. I didn't want to fight her, I didn't want to fight any woman. She was far too beautiful to be a warrior. It wasn't true, was it?
 
Helios

I spin through the last of my form as I hear someone step inside. I reach reflexifly for my practice staff when I realize the voice is feminine. I hesitate and the bar spins out of my hands and clatters against the opposite wall. I have faced pain crazed bears, hunger driven lions and freedom minded gladiators, but the vision before me leaves me stunned to the core. For the first time, I am truly at a loss. I stand in awe of her and truly even if I could, I do not know what I would say. I know how to hack and break, I am ill trained in the arts of pleasantries...or in how to please women..I have always been a slave. I look at my large crude and calloused hands and my toned and scarred skin and realize that in the last second all I have succeeded in doing is drop my practice weapon,stare like a child and developed the ability to glow red. As I try to stop blushing I wish I had put my mask on , Im so much more comfortable hidden behind it. My face is the boyish face of a farmer. It bears no scars or brutish lumps that distinguish so many of the warriors. But If this beauty is allowed to see me because I am winning then I want to continue to win. I finnaly release the breath I was holding and smile...I chuckle slightly..trying to pretend I have the mask on, but still visbly nervous.
 
Luna

I smile softly, he seemed shy a far different treatment from the other brute but perhaps just as challenging. I laid down the tray and asked, "Would you care to eat first or bathe?" I folded my hands in front of my as I glanced over his body taking in every hard won scar and muscle.
 
Bodocea

My senses were sharpened, I was so ready for battle. I quickly took in every detail, the bright red blood that welled up on the soles of his feet, his intense masculine odor as he came nearer, the ripple of the muscles of his chest -
the flicker of hesitation that crossed his face! That was the opening I was looking for. In an instant, I decided how to take advantage of this uncertainity. He would have a definite advantage over me in brute strength, but the female warriors of my clan have always been known for their lightening quick speed and their agility.

I put both into use as I vaulted into a handstand and then over sending my feet crashing into his face. I rolled to the ground. Using my legs to sweep his out from under him, I brought the giant crashing to the ground. I quickly retrieved my dropped sword. Then, I arrogently strode over to him. I leaned over the prone figure. "Before I beat you, shouldn't you honor me with your name," I said in my sweetest voice.
 
She was fast. Way to fast for me. I was strong and powerful, but not quick enough to catch her at all. I was amazed as I was quickly on the ground in only a matter of a few seconds. How could this of happened? How can she be able to take me down, but none other man. Something was wrong, maybe it was me..

"Well, that depends." I said.

"It depends on wether you are actually going to beat me."

I quickly pulled her legs from underneath her with my legs. As she laid scrawled out on the ground, I stood up over her.

"The name's Sparticus."

I couldn't help but chuckle.. I thought I was witty for tricking her. If any man heard of what had happened to me, I would surely be laughed out of the village. I knew I had to protect myself. She was far quicker and stronger than I had expected.
 
Bodocea

The wind had been knocked from my lungs, and my chest heaved underneath my armour. I fought the anger clawing its way into my mind. This was one fight I knew I had to lose no matter how much I wanted to grind his face into the dust. I had to find some way to reach him, some way that he could understand, some way that would touch a barbarian's heart. I looked up at the tall man, squinting in the bright sunlight. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. Was that a smile on his face?
 
It hurt to smile. I haven't smiled in along time. It felt strange to have this smile light up my features. I couldn't help but feel happy about seeing this woman trying so hard, and just for me.

I may have been stupid over these years, but she made me feel even more stupid, but in a good way. Stupid with childish love. I wanted to help her and pick her up and caress her hair.

"Again?" I extended my hand.

I knew at this point we were both equal. Neither of us had actually won this little fight. But what should I do? Should I fight back or should I hold back not fight her. I was confused and I didn't know what to do.

For the first time in a long time, for the first time in my life it seemed that everything was different. I wasn't here to fight and then kill and then become the most famous gladiator in the arena. This time I was fighting for something different.
 
Bodocea

Was that respect I saw in this proud man's face? Respect, important in any relationship. If I had been able to earn this man's respect with my skill, maybe we would have a chance.

Now would come trust, and I would have to go first. I gave Sparticus a smile and then I took his offerred hand. I was helped to my feet with a quick jerk.

"Again? No, not right now. I can see that you are bleeding."

Indeed, he was bleeding. The soles of his feet were cut from the sharp rocks of the practice field. Pain apparently did not bother him. But, maybe he would respond to some simple kindness. I wanted him to trust me.

"Allow me to clean the cuts. If you'll follow me to the laundry, I can get some hot water and clean bandages. We are both fighters so I know the importance of keeping your body in perfect shape. Let me help you."

I turned to walk to the laundry hut, hoping he would follow me.
 
Helios

Helios searched in vain for his voice. He had been independant all his life. The thought of someone actually assigned to serve him was both thrilling and daunting. He might have stood there awestruck all day if not for a flash of memory of life as a boy..***** as a slave. He remembered the humiliation, the lash and the will. He breathed straightened out and finding the same reserve of will that allowed him to draw a blade and take a life, he smiled and used the courage to relax and speak..."What would you like to do?"
 
I paused I hadn't expected such a response, especially after the last one, "i think it would be better to bath before eating," I pick up the bowl of water and washlcloth and approach him trying to appear as if I've done this a thousand times before.
 
I was right behind her the second she turned towards the hut. This was a new thing to me. Most of the time I would ingnore my little injuries as much as possible. I didn't have the time nor the knowledge to deal with my cuts and bruises.

I had watched many times when women would heal me. It felt good to actually feel like someone cared about me. I was just a little toy for the emperor. Someone to help his status by impressing the people watching in the stands.

I was tired of it all, I didn't want to fight anymore. I wanted to settle down, I didn't want anyone to tell me what to do anymore. In a way, I even felt like a slave to the emperor. But, none the less, in the end, it would be a good day for me when I die.

I followed her into the small little hut. Steam was rising from the hut as I peered in. :D
 
Helios

Helios had felt blades this close to him from people trying to kill him, and never trembled. Yet now at her touch he had to exert will not to shiver. He had been taken from his mother at infancy, he had known only slavery and then the pits. This was something foreign frightening and exhilerating. He stared at her as she worked. He took in every nuance from the sweet scent she exuded to the contours of her form. He noticed she seemed to halt slightly and found his voice. "Are you tired? You know my name but what is yours? I uhm , know a little something about having to serve when your tired and you dont have to serve me, I wouldnt report you...I " Helios smiled and blushed again "forgive me...I am a slave and a gladiator and not much else, I am reacting like a pie eyed child.."
 
"my name is unpronouncable by your standards." I say in soft lilting tone as I finish sponging off his well muscled chest. "If I tremble, it is because I am nervous," I lips whisper just beside his ear as I rinse your shoulders again. "Would you like me to do your lower half." I smile at him almost forgetting that he asked me my name, "You may call me Maya," I dip sponge back in water and splash some on my face as I wait for his reply.
 
Helios

I smile at her explanation of her name, "That is alright I am uneducated and the meaning would be lost on me." I pause as I realize that she stated that she was nervous. I am completely at a loss at that , but she continues to electrify me with her touch as she bathes me. she asks if she may continue and she gives me a name "Maya..that sounds beautiful." I stand as she wipes her face and I gently reach for the sponge. I gently wipe her face and her neck.
 
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