Marcella leant against the balcony railing. Her iridescent blue eyes lingered downwards into the practice yard. The sinewy muscle of the gladiators rippled against the impact as they struck the wooden posts with their practice swords. Marcella bit her lip; she stared at one man in particular. He towered over the other fighters and his dark skin glistened in the sweltering heat that seemed to be scorching the earth of Rome.

The man was a newly acquired procurement from her father. Marcella was the daughter of a lanista, a man who ran a gladiator school; he made his money on the fights these warriors were forced into. He was a man of business, and being the case he rarely had time for his daughter.

This issue however was countered by the loving nature of Marcella’s step-mother, Aurelia. She was a beautiful older woman; she walked with grace, always dressed in expensive silk gowns. Her long blonde hair swayed down past her shoulder, reaching her chest before it curled out.

Marcella in a way was quite envious of her step-mother; she had been blessed by Venus with a body that could rival the goddess herself. Her hourglass figure was the polar opposite of Marcella’s wispy like frame. Marcella enjoyed a few freckles, with strawberry lips, and a smile that sang of innocence. Aurelia’s smile said everything but innocence.

“He’ll be a fine fighter,” Aurelia startled the gawking Marcella, “Among other things.”

Marcella let out a laugh, “Don’t be so cruel, they’ll never get a chance to do anything other than fight,” her voice was full of naïve innocence.

“Don’t be so sure about that young lady, they will enjoy the pleasures of the flesh just like anyone else, women would pay a great deal to spend a night with these beasts. I’d even wager their fat pursed husbands would be the one paying for it.”

“Oh my gods,” Marcella broke into laughter, “You can’t be serious.”

Aurelia’s crooked eyebrow told Marcella that she was indeed very serious, “You’ve heard what they say about a gladiators blood haven’t you?”

“Oh those stories, yeah of course. Who hasn’t?” Marcella replied. They were referring to the old myth that consuming a gladiator’s blood is quite beneficial. It cures many ailments, raises ones Sex drive, and is generally an all-around ‘super food’.

“Well let’s just say it’s not limited to blood,” Aurelia says, winking at the younger lady.

Marcella looks a little dumbstruck for a moment, before it clicks, “Oh! Oh my,” Marcella and Aurelia giggled like schoolgirls in the back of the class misbehaving.

As the ladies joked Marcella made the mistake of locking eyes with the black warrior. His dark brown eyes sliced a way into her heart as she felt it skip a beat. The gladiators were always instructed to never look up at the observation balcony, they’re eyes were to stay level to their target, however he locked onto her. Something otherworldly held her there, locked in his gaze.

Aurelia pulled her out of her trance, “He likes you,”

“Oh, I uh, don’t know” Marcella smiled shyly, finally pulling her eyes away from the handsome man in the yard.

“Needless to say he’d be a dead man if he touched you,” Aurelia warned, “Don’t feel bad, these are criminals, savages and murderers, the worst of the worst. They are destined to a life of servitude and combat. At least your father has a bit of compassion for them, he tries to make them the very best, to live glorious and pleasurable lives.”

“Pleasurable? You don’t mean daddy lets them lay with women for money do you?” Marcella asks, shocked at the mere thought, yet intrigued.

“Well, they are permitted to Orgasm once a week, to keep them level headed and also for a bit of incentive,” Aurelia leans in a little closer to the young woman, “Also, if they perform well at the games, or if they display excellence during a bout, then they are treated to a little treat.”

Marcella stared on with her mouth agape, “Well? What kind of treat?”

“You’re too young to know such things.”

“Nonsense, I’m eighteen now. You HAVE to tell me now,” Marcella begs.

Aurelia let out a sigh, “Perhaps,” Aurelia eyed her step daughter up and down, “Perhaps, but I think it would be better if I show you.”

“Show me? What do you-“

Aurelia heard footsteps and quickly cut off Marcella, “Shush now, I’ll swing by your room after dark, stay awake.”

Marcella’s father rounded the corner, “Good morning my lovely ladies!” He wrapped his arm around his trophy Wife and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Aurelia gave a knowing smile at the intrigued young woman.

Marcella kept her eyes down in the yard. She pointed her finger black gladiator and said, “This one looks like he might be a fine warrior,”

“Ah yes,” Her father released his Wife and stepped to lean against the balcony, “Do you know why he is a slave, my Love?”

Marcella shook her head, “Was he an enemy of Rome Daddy?”

Felix, Marcella’s father chuckled, “Nothing so dramatic Hun, I need you not to repeat this but they caught him in the throes of passion with a nobleman’s Wife. Apparently the neighbour heard screaming so loud he thought there was a murder happening. The guards came around and found a local blacksmith hammering away at the adulteress. She claimed rape, but he claims that she seduced him.”

“Well that’s barbaric!” Marcella shouted.

“It really is,” Chimed in Aurelia, “If she wanted a piece of chocolate she could have just swung by,” Aurelia stated, winking at Marcella.

Marcella burst out into an embarrassing giggle.

“Well Marcella, you’re step-mother and I have some business to attend to, so run along,” Her father said.

Marcella followed her father’s orders, and for the rest of the day her mind couldn’t focus on anything. All that occupied her mind was the strapping man in the yard. She wondered if her father was telling the truth about why he was made a slave. “Why would a woman betray her husband? Could such pleasure really be worth it?” The virginal young woman wondered.

The day seemed to pass without incident. As soon as the sun began to set Marcella kept thinking about Aurelia’s invitation. Marcella paced her open room, her thin nightwear shining in the moonlight. She soon heard he footsteps approach.

Aurelia pushed aside the curtain and silently commanded Marcella to follow. Marcella obeyed and followed her step-mother. They made haste through the house, silently making their way to the cellar.

“Aurelia, why are we here? What do you need to show me?” Marcella asked she was getting a little scared, she could hear her father’s voice in her head, telling her never to go into the cellar.

Aurelia shushed her step-daughter, “You’ll see in due time, but you must be quiet, these hallways are linked to the gladiators cells, along with some of the slave quarters, but the common slave girls will never navigate without an escort, they wouldn’t dare.”

Aurelia pushed in the door and the two sneaked in without another word. The two descended into a tight torch lit hallway. Marcella’s heart was racing, she had no idea what she could be in for, but she imagined she was there to spy on the fighters, perhaps see what they did after the long hours of training.

Marcella’s naïve mind still only thought about them satisfying themselves, she had no idea of the debauchery she was soon going to witness. Aurelia halted her, “Here it is,” She whispered.

She pulled back the red curtain, revealing a sandstone wall. Marcella was visibly confused; she was expecting something far worse than a painted wall, then she spotted it, an ominous little hole in the wall, at about waist height. Marcella analysed the situation yet the innocent lady couldn’t quite piece it together.

Aurelia stifled a laugh at Marcella’s dumbstruck face, “You wanted to learn about the hidden pleasures a gladiator receives right?”

“Well yes,” Marcella whispered nervously, “I just don’t get it.”

“You needn’t understand my little angel, just place a few fingers through the hole and wait.”

True to Marcella’s gullible nature, she poked her lithe fingers through, half expecting something to grab her, and she waited, cautiously looking at the hole and then back to the smirking step-mother.

The scuffles of footsteps were soon heard through the wall, and then some words between men. Marcella’s breath was stolen from her when she set her eyes on the intruder; a man had placed his soft cock through the hole in the wall.

The step-mother was watching intently, amused by Marcella’s reaction, she encourage, “Go on, don’t let the poor thing get cold.”

Marcella looked at Aurelia like she had asked her to commit murder, “You can’t be serious. I can’t do that! What if daddy finds out?”

Aurelia placed a hand on Marcella’s back, “You’re father will never find out about this,” Little did Marcella know at the time, her father always knew a little more than he let on, “Now go on, be a good girl and get on your knees.”

The virginal woman looked up at her step-mother and despite the overwhelming fear of letting her down said, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know, I thought we were coming down to watch something, not do something.”

The vixen looked at her step-daughter, and with a loving smile said, “Alright my Love,” She gave a tender kiss to the red cheeks of her step-daughter, “You can watch then.”

Aurelia moved across Marcella, placing them on opposite sides of the manhood, she reached down and her fingers wrapped around the member. Marcella was astonished; she had never witnessed anything of this sort before. There were times where she had heard her father and Aurelia making Love but this was something else entirely. She would be lying to herself if hearing the passionate Love-making between the two didn’t awaken feelings in her. From that night on she had looked at Aurelia with a different set of eyes, she was no longer just a loving step-mother, but a sexual role model for Marcella in many ways.

Lost in thought Marcella didn’t notice the cock go from soft to hard, it was a jarring transition. Aurelia was no longer looking up at her step-daughter but now looking at this tool in her hand. Marcella never really had anything to compare it to, but she imaged this would have been the average of men’s equipment. It was white, veiny and the tips of Aurelia’s fingers wrapped around in a perfect circle.

The nervous pit in her stomach seemed to sink and she felt a familiar greed move in to replace it. Her step-mother lowered herself to her knees and she stroked him just inches from her face. Images of the men in the yard flashed through her mind, their sinewy muscles as they worked out, the sweat beading off of their strapping bodies.

Aurelia reached a hand up, and soon Marcella found herself being guided down to her knees. She watched intently as her step-mother reached up and cradled the gladiator’s heavy stones. Marcella was bewitched as she saw a beat of pre-cum roll out of his cock. The musky odour of the gladiator’s cock only stroked the heat of arousal that was roaring in Marcella’s stomach.

However while all this was happening the beauty of Aurelia wasn’t lost to her, her breasts were almost on full display, from this angle. Marcella’s thoughts of Aurelia being a Sex goddess were only being confirmed by how her tender fingers massaged the cock in front of her with such expertise.

Aurelia, seeing the man’s sperm edging out, decided to step this show up a notch. She leaned in and placed a kiss on the man’s head. Marcella bit her lip in anticipation of what was to follow. Aurelia wrapped her lips around him. Her partner let out a groan of pleasure; she slowly engulfed the entirety of the cock in her mouth.

Marcella’s hand began roaming her own body, caressing her own breasts without thought while watching Aurelia’s display of sexual prowess. Despite the temptation to let her fingers explore her dripping womanhood, her willpower resisted.

Her role model was now bobbing slowly on the strangers cock. She massaged his balls gently, as if to coerce them into to showing their appreciation of her efforts. Marcella saw her tongue dash out from the bottom of her mouth with each advance.

Marcella, mouth agape with anticipation finally heard a vicious grunt from behind the wall. Aurelia pulled her mouth off of him and kept stroking him. She had a wicked smile on her face, she did this often, Marcella surmised. The man let out a roar, akin to the ones Marcella heard when listening to the men in combat. His cockhead exploded, firing a rope of thick gladiator cum across Aurelia’s face. After the first she dove forward, sucking him as he unloaded the heavy stones.

She released him after he was finished, and his softening cock slowly retreated back through the wall. Aurelia fell onto her backside as if she had run a marathon, her ample bosom heaved up and down, glistening with sweat as she regained her breath, cum still splattered across her face.

Aurelia looked her step-daughter up and down. She looked like an absolute bitch in heat, Aurelia almost felt bad how pent up she must have been. At least now would be an appropriate time to make her move, she crawled over to her beloved, and planted a not-so-innocent kiss on the red Hot lips of Marcella.

Marcella tasted the man on her idol’s lips. Aurelia scooped up a bit of the man’s seed with her finger, and reached it out to her pupils open mouth, “Go ahead my beloved, reap in the benefits of a gladiators essence.”

As the star pupil Marcella sought to always be, she obeyed. She enveloped her teacher‘s finger, her tongue darted around and lapped up the drop she was given. The taste was much better then she had assumed. It was sweet, a hint of salt, she likened it to a nice summer wine.

“So this is the prize they earn? Do they know it’s you?”

“Gods no. This task was set aside for some common slave girls, the volunteers of course. I instructed them not too long ago to cease this task, and I took over the role,” The ladies sort themselves out and begin the slow walk to the main building, “But yes, this is the treat they get for excelling. It is a motivator, and when a fighter really proves their worth, we arrange them a full visit with a willing young lady.”

Marcella is enthralled, taking in every word, “Do you ever know what fighter you’re… rewarding?”

“Well yes, It’s fairly easy to piece together who will be awarded, your father picks them out, based on the trainers recommendations of course,” Aurelia explains nonchalantly.

“So my father is essentially picking the man that you do that to?”

“Oh my, full of questions, such an inquisitive young mind you have,” Aurelia stops to explain, “Yes he does, and before you ask, he doesn’t know, and will never know. It’s for everyone’s benefit. Understood? And I trust that you would like to accompany me again next week?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The rest of the walk was made in silence. Marcella made her way back to her room and retired for the night. Her dreams we’re vivid, they were wild, untamed and hedonistic. She lay with the gladiator she ogled, and even though she never knew the pleasure, she understood the desire.

The next morning seemed to be as normal as any other morning. It was if nothing had happened the night before. Marcella however couldn’t help but see the men in the training yard as sexual objects. She found herself pondering which man she tasted last night. She wondered who had their cock in her step-mothers mouth.

Marcella watched them as the trained throughout the week; currently she was to over watch the training during the days as her parents took care of business in the city. She tried to piece together who the lucky man could have been and who would be next. There was only a few that qualified for the reward.

There was Thracian man, who stood just less little taller than Aurelia. His muscles weren’t as pronounced as his rivals. Marcella still thought he was a bit more masculine than the average roman. He had shoulder length brown hair; it tussled about and always blocked his intense green eyes. Marcella assumed it was him who received Aurelia’s favour last night.

The second possibility was a brute of a man, well over six feet tall he towered over the others. He was from northern Italy, half barbarian and half roman. He wasn’t a pretty gladiator; he was bearded and bald, scars riddled him. He was forceful, and vindictive. The animal wielded a weapon with both hands. Marcella bit her lower lip as she wondered if every tool of his was a two-hander.

Lastly, the African, Marcella’s favourite. His posture and confidence put him above the rest of the fighters. It was impressive to watch him impose himself in the yard. He commanded respect, even if he was new. Marcella caught herself thinking about the story about his capture; he must be concealing something impressive under his loincloth. She wondered what he had to make a woman scream as if she was being murdered. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t pry the image of his ebony cock out of her mind.

She stared down at him, watching intently at his loincloth. The defiant man looked back; the man’s penetrating glare locked Marcella in place. Marcella looked to her right; there was no one else with her except for other servants who watch, nervous to see what unfolds. If she let this go she would no doubt lose respect from the other slaves.

“Avert your eyes slave,” Her demand sounded more like a request, the man smiled back at her looking away slowly before resuming his training.

She took a much needed sip of wine, she was unsure if it was anxiety or desire that turned her stomach. Marcella hoped that word of this little challenge won’t get back to her father, for her sake and the slaves.

As the long day came to an end the head coach approached Marcella with respect, he was an older gentlemen. He had fought and earned his freedom from their family before Marcella was old enough to understand. After dedicating most of his life to them he decided to stay on as a paid combat instructor.

“My lady, I spoke earlier with Aurelia, to ask her who should be rewarded for their efforts this week,” Marcella nodded along, awaiting the point, “She told me to come see you, as you have been supervising lately, who would you like rewarded?”

Marcella could tell he knew the means of the reward, though doubtful if he knew everything. So Marcella was now placed in the awkward situation of who her step-mother might be servicing next. Her ever expanding curiosity realized that she is now facing a perfect change to get a glimpse at the African’s cock. She felt a familiar wanting in her stomach, the image of her mentor working his black snake sent goose bumps across her soft pale skin.

She quickly tried to compose herself before answering, “Very well, the African man, Septimus? Is it?”

The man gave an agreeable nod, and left without word.

Marcella’s long awaited the end of the week and it was finally here. To her it felt like every day was longer than the last and now the torture is finally over. She took extra care in her appearance during the day; she wore a dress that was far more revealing for the lithe woman’s body than usual. Aurelia stopped by Marcella’s room, just before dusk. She looked hurried, like she was in a rush.

“Marcella, my dear girl,” She sounded apologetic, as if bad news was to follow, “I won’t be able to make it tonight, I was hoping you could fill in, but if you don’t desire that, than I’m sure a servant would volunteer.”

Marcella couldn’t conceal the disappointment on her face. For all the pleasure she gained from that night she would be hard pressed to repeat it without her caring step-mother present, “Of course, I’ll speak with them, I’m sure I can find a volunteer.”

Aurelia saw the concern on her step-daughter‘s face, “Just remember, this little reward has a greater meaning than just a moment of pleasure. If they expect a reward, and don’t receive it, discontent would spread like a wildfire.”