Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Suraya stood at the edge of the arena. Her golden eyes taking in each man. She spoke every language needed, could dance, massage and perform between the sheets, but the one thing she longed for was peace. Inner peace and a sense of belonging was hard to come by. For too long she'd served as a slave to the house, raised from a young stolen child to the woman she had become. Nipping at her own full lower lip she gripped the bars surrounding the fighting area. Other women stood around, same as her waiting for it to be over so their jobs could begin. It was horrible, but it was their way of life. Having never been given the choice of career paths or even of her life skills a set was ingrained into her. She had a natural talent for language and a body built to dance. Even now her body was adorned in such a way that each step caused a cascade of ribbons to fall about her hips and at her breasts. Her ankle carried a trinket given her as a way to hear her always, the belled anklet rang out with each step. Each female was taught massage and then they were stripped of their virginity in a horrific way. The trainer chained up the new girls to a post and allowed the newly recruited gladiators have at them. It was their reward for choosing this house to fight for, terrifying the girls. Not all were horrible men, Suraya had been lucky and caught the eye of the owner. The man was more than triple her age when he personally saw to her deflowering. But he soon grew tired of her as her body matured and developed further into womanhood and to the side she was tossed. Though her training remained intact and she began to flourish in her tasks. Her bare feet moved over the stones quietly, save for the tinkling of the bells attached to her ankle. The another girl followed suite and they were brought to the cave like stone and metal quarters of the fighters. The bathhouse was opened as they passed, a few men relaxed there, women tending to them in every way. Suraya wasn't embarrassed by the sight of the various people coupling and acting out their carnal desires, it was their job. She took a deep breath and pulled the thin veil over her head before she was given admittance into the cell. The simple instructions given of which girl would go where was given and they followed them so as not to be beaten and raped. Her eyes adjusted in the dim light of the cell. A male glanced at her and then away. She wondered if this was because he was nervous, the thought caused her to smile. While his eyes were turned she observed him, his hair was long and dark, darker than her own deep brown locks. His eyes were green, they appeared just a bit darker around the edges, something that was confirmed when his gaze fell on her again. She had, like all the others heard of him. But being whom she was had also heard the stories of his chastity. Often girls were turned away, only to be chained to the post and given to the guardsmen, but he surely didn't know the wrath that was brought upon them. His rejection was seen as a failure.The sounds of sex filled the air on the other side of the curtain, long laborious groans and a gagging sound gave hints to the actions.Down the hall a girl could be heard screaming, another moaning and one crying, there were also laughing and creaks. She tuned them out and focused on him. She was hear because she was one of the elite, if anyone could entice him the house thought it was she. Tilting her head slightly she lifted her hands, into a pose most graceful and began to swivel her hips, I dance... Her hips undulated for a moment longer before stilling. I am wonderful with my hands, in many ways... She gave a soft laugh, And I am able to do many things sexually, as expected of me. My mouth, body and core are all warm and waiting for use. She lifted her fingers and drug the veil away. What will you have me do for you victorious gladiator? Her golden gaze held his green as her lips curved into a soft smile, at least he was pleasant to look upon she thought waiting. She took a step forward and dropped to her knees in a position of honor for the male, it was her job to make him feel wanted and needed. IN this position she was vulnerable to his eyes. The fabric parted, long shapely legs folded beneath her. The curve of her hips and rounded backside could clearly be seen. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, peeking through the dainty fabric that obscured them slightly. Her smooth stomach and angular face held the light while her eyes sparkled , their gold tone reflecting out as she looked over the male. Willing him to ask for something she prayed he would, otherwise the fate that waited her was worse but she stilled her voice and waited.