Thread: Ancient Rome (blushing-rose and casketslinger)

Ruin smirked at Antonia's humourless laugh. The gladiator dwarfed the slender Roman teenager, larger in both height and bulk. He shifted position, stretching in a seemingly casual way and allowing his muscles to ripple and tense. The way that Antonia refused to meet his gaze amused him. Some slaves might chafe at subservience to one so much younger Ruin simply ignored the problem by treating the boy with casual indifference, and relying on his intimidating aura to prevent Antonia from trying to exert his authority. It will take more than a lion to fell me. Your father can rest easy knowing the denarii he spent on me have not been wasted. Ruin's voice was deep and gravelly, and tinged with an accent that fought against the Latin words, making them sound strange and exotic. I wonder what he would say if he knew you were after his prize. I doubt he bought a maiden so that his son could sully her first. He grinned again lazily. His words might only be based on suspicion, but that did not matter if it got a rise out of the young man. Karin gasped as Antonia pulled her tighter towards him. Throughout the whole exchange she had been gaping at the wounded gladiator, her gaze uninhibited as she studied his unfamiliar appearance. Their exchange of words had gone largely unnoticed by her, but now Antonia's greedy hands pulled her back to the present. She cringed as they reached her breasts, but he was tight behind her, pressing into her and making evasion impossible. His fingers were questing and when they found her nipples and pulled she gave another gasp, tinged with both pain, embarrassment and something else that she couldn't identify. He leaned forward then, his breath hot in her ear as he spoke. Karin shivered at his words. It seemed to her that everybody in this godforsaken country was lusting after her in some way and she felt hunted, trapped like the rabbits she often caught in her snares back home. She could feel Antonias length pressing against her, hard and firm, and she let out a small moan of fear. Her eyes swept back up to the dark gladiator and as she met his gaze he gave her an amused smirk. Suddenly she felt irritated, annoyed that Ruin was right and her value was so tightly bound to the one thing she was afraid to relinquish. Her mouth set into a scowl. It was frustrating, to be passed from one man to another to be desired and commented upon as though she was nothing more than an animal. Therefore when Antonia repeated his question, rather more insistently, she tossed her head. Maybe I would, she challenged. Maybe I will, and then my value will be gone and your father will regret buying me. Her eyes were fiery as she spoke. Ruin gave a bark-like laugh. Itll take more than your hands gripping my cock to rid you of your innocence, girl. He slid into the water, one hand still carefully on his abdomen, and then began to wade towards the younger pair. He stopped just short of them, gazing down and scrutinising Karins body, his eyes focused on her breasts as Antonia continued to fondle them. Once your walls are gripping me as you ride me thats another story. He seemed to remember Antonia then, and he looked up with a sarcastic smile. I rather think though that your attentions will be demanded elsewhere. I doubt your masters, young or old, would take up with a Moors leftovers.