Fansadox Novel — GLADIATOR by TAKAMURA

Fansadox Novel
GLADIATOR by TAKAMURA

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by TAKAMURA
de luxe edition.
Illustrated by ROBERTS

THE BOOK:
The Roman empire was built upon slave labor and many of its festivities and daily entertainments were based on suffering, sexual abuse and humiliation.  Slavegirls were a common but expensive commodity to be bought and sold, and used.  The cruelty of Masters and Mistresses knew no bounds.  By law, young slavegirls were theirs to enjoy in the most perverted and sickest of ways.

Flavia is an extremely beautiful, highly educated young Roman Patrician.  She has lost her father and has no relatives apart from her brother and his wife Aphrodite.

Glaucus is just the contrary... he&s the most revolting human being ever!   He&s old, filthy, raw, ignorant, and he&s a sadistic criminal.  The worse sort.  The School of Gladiators has given him the power and money to satisfy his every whim, and his whims include an unbridled lust for blood and young girls...

These two antagonistic characters meet on the first page of the book ...  just after the Goddess Fortune appeared to Glaucus in a dream... "e;Why is it"e;, she asked, "e;that Gladiators are always men? Why not women?"e;

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It worked...
She tensed her buttocks as the finger went in and she pushed her stomach up
towards me.
I slipped my member in the soft, shiny skin at the top of the thighs. She closed her
thighs instinctively, trapping and squeezing my penis. She struggled a little but I
carried on working with my finger in her anus.
She groaned. She writhed and twisted and beat my back with her fists. And she
squeezed my member without wanting to!
I let her go. She put the back of her hand to her lip and looked at the blood on it.
She was incredibly beautiful. She was a goddess. But she was also meat to fuck.
I punched her in the stomach, just above the triangle of hair that Venus places on
her mound to drive men crazy. The Goddess shows us where to look but she does
not let us see!
Flavia doubled up breathless, her hands clutching her stomach.
I slapped her twice, the first with the back of my hand, and the second with all my
strength, knocking her back onto the bed.
She tried to wriggle to the other side of the bed.
I jumped on top of her like a hungry cat...
She brought her knees together, but I separated them by bringing my knee hard
down onto them.
She tried to hit me in the face, but I held her wrists together behind her back and
crushed her beneath my body.
She tried to shrug me off by but it had the opposite effect. I was fired by the sight
of her wriggling tits.
I lifted my ass. My member was more or less in place, with the tip waiting like a
snake in the dark grass of her mound...
I worked it gently in at first and when I thought it was more or less in place I gave
a hard push and I was in! I nailed her down to the mattress. Her head went back,
her mouth opened wide and she gave a low groan.
“AAAAAGHHH!!!”
She didn&t move. She was tense, waiting... I looked down and saw her body arch
slightly as if she was offering me all the beauty and all the splendour of her monu-
mental breasts.
I lay like that for a minute, not doing much, feeling how her newly raped vagina
was beginning to press the sides of my hard-on. It was bliss. Then I couldn&t stand
it any more, I had to start moving...
I was angry with myself. I do not like to lose control so soon.
I changed position because I wanted to work on her breasts. I rubbed them all
over with the open palm of my hand, and stroked them around the nipples. Then
I squeezed one hard and didn&t let go. She yelled in pain and tried to get me off her.
Then I squeezed both of her breasts. It hurt her and she stopped wriggling. They
were driving me crazy. I would have ripped them off if I could.
I had her well controlled now, grabbed by the tits and with my dick right up
inside her cunt. I began to ride her.
As I found my rhythm, she started crying, in a soft, low tone like a young girl.
I pulled my dick back until it nearly came out. I enjoyed the tight caress of the
vagina that had been virginal until a few moments ago...
And then I sank it hard down again. It was like taking her virginity every time.
Up...
SLUURP
Down
SLUUUUURP
I crushed her down onto the bed, twisting her breasts round and round, sticking
my fingers into them, digging my nails in hard...
Her breasts were so big, so lovely, so sensitive, so malleable, so elastic, so tasty ...
and her nipples were so responsive, so firm and wrinkled and hard and erect, that
my head was spinning with the excess of pleasure...
There was one moment when she too began to respond to me. I felt her smooth,
soft, shiny, malleable body began to relax. Her lips parted slightly and she began to
close her eyes...
I could smell the oils and perfumes she had put on, but none was more exciting
and provocative than the deep, rich smell of her woman&s juices. My dick was now
shining with them. Her pubic hair was beginning to look damp. I was beginning
to forget that I was raping a woman. I was beginning to feel that I was with my
Flavia, the most beautiful, desirable woman I had ever seen. And I felt happy.
Then she turned her head towards me. And something unexpected happened.
I looked into her eyes and I saw only indifference. Or sexual repugnance. Or
even contempt. I saw a patrician not a slave!
I was furious. I started slapping her, in the face, on the breasts ... while I carried
on raping her.
The expression of insolence vanished as my hand came down onto her big tits
again and again.
She turned her head away.
I grabbed her huge, swelling breasts in both hands and squeezed again and
again. I pulled her hair, turned her face towards me and slapped her, and I fucked
her and fucked her and fucked her.
I was very angry and wanted to get in deep. Jasmin put a cushion under her ass
and I put her legs over my shoulders. I could see her cunt better and by wriggling
up on top of her I went right up inside her. I have never known if this hurts a
woman or gives her deeper pleasure, or both.
I hammered away at her good and hard. I came deep inside her. Even then I
carried on hitting her until my hand hurt.
Then I pulled her hair back, made her open her mouth and I spat in it. Plebeian
spit for a patrician throat!
A few minutes later, I got up and left. I left her lying sideways on the bed, doubled
up, hugging herself for consolation, her hands crossed to cover her breasts...
And I took good note of the look she gave me. Indifferent, contemptuous...
“You think you are better than Glaucus of Patmos, don&t you?” I said to her, “with
your fine Roman manners! Well, you&re wrong! You&re not as important as you
think! For a start, you&re a woman! And second, you&re my property! You belong
to me! Your body and soul are mine, as a wife or as a slave, you can choose. Who
cares? One way or the other you&ll be a cheap whore, a slut! The bottom line is this,
you&re not a person any more! You&re just a cunt I use for fucking!”
She looked at me in disgust.
I knew then that she would end up being my sex slave. It wouldn&t be easy, but I
would win. In the meantime, she&d submit to my whims because she was afraid,
because she had no choice and because she was intelligent.
In the long run, everything was in my favour. I had all the time I needed and I had
all the power I needed.
Her destiny was in my hands.

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