Thread: A Prize Worthy of a Champion (Angel216 & The_Gladiator)

Tanya sighed softly as she intertwined her fingers in the chain that held her to the chair. She looked up at her Master, the King, Bybartus, and she smiled softly, her cheeks dimpling, as she giggled. She could tell that the King was anxious for the show to start, even, dare she say it, excited for it to start. She had also heard of the man who was going to fight today, how could she not when she was the main prize for the victor. Of course, if this man lost, she'd remain with the King and be his loyal servant for many more years to come as she looked back down into the arena, blinking as she shifted and became more comfortable, sitting upright as she waited. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it slightly as she wondered who the man was. From stories that had floated through the hallways of the grand Castle she lived in with the King, she could only guess, but something kept tugging on the edges of her mind. Though, she wasn't sure what it was that kept bothering her or why this man, a gladiator sounded so familiar, but she supposed that was how everyone was now a days. The population had grown vastly over the last few years and she knew that stories were often changed as they drifted from people to people. Tanya was trained and specifically picked for her skills of pleasuring a man. She was trained since the time she was but a young girl of 10 years old, starting off with oral, and as she grew older slowly shifting to other ways of pleasuring a male. She was first given to the King when he had been a prince and had been with him since, she is currently 22 years old and a real beauty. With gravity defying C-34 breasts that bounce with each step, rise with each breath. Curves, with broad hips, a broad, round, bottom that swooped and blended into two toned and yet slim legs. She was on a special diet of fruits and vegetables, gaining protein from specific vegetables and she was also on a routine, she was to run three miles every day. This way she always was healthy, her juices of arousal tasted delicious, and she stayed fit. She stood at about 5'7 and had long, fiery red curls that reached down and curled near the top of her tail bone, Her piercing grey eyes were sharp, and were accented by skin the color of smooth caramel, a natural blush over her high, elegant cheek bones, with a scattering of freckles that sprinkled her face. She had lush, plump lips, slightly parted with her effort of breathing, dark red in color to stand out against her skin. She wore very little and often times, nothing at all, but today, she wore some silks, one of the king's finest outfits for her. It was blue, a blue drapery that hung over her breasts and a blue bottom piece that draped between her legs, but did very little to hide what was naturally hers. Though, she had been used for 5 years, her lower lips remained tight, glowing, like the petals of a rose, and slightly, constantly glistening, always ready to be used again. Her smile was a pearl white that was framed by two dark, soft rose petals and by smooth, creamy skin and right now, she was chained to the King's chair. Though, she was picked, part of the training and the choosing hadn't been her choice. Since the increase of the population demanded immediate actions and also showed results of shortages, the king demanded that the second born of each family was to be sent far, far away. He wasn't so cruel as to kill them, however, when the soldiers had come to collect her from her family to send her far away, for some reason the prince's father had seen her as valuable and precious beautiful and rare. From that day forth, women in the kingdom had to give their babies to the king, if they were a boy, he would send them to far off lands, if they were a girl, he'd keep them as pets, slaves, toys for his young lad, the prince. The prince had, had a brother, but no one really knew where the brother had disappeared to. Tanya as well as the other girls chosen and picked were put through training, from the day that they turned ten and Tanya was the first girl among the others who was chosen and seemed to be a favorite of the prince. As time went on, the prince soon became King and was the proud owner of not only all the land, but of the slaves as well, which only consisted of five slaves total that were chosen. She was certain more would be as soon as the King had borne an heir, as it had become tradition to give the prince, king-to-be, his own set of toys starting when he was a young lad. However, Tanya also remembered there being a Brother, an older Brother, one who was meant to be king. She shook her head slightly, so many memories rushing in at once, and she figured that, perhaps, the stories that floated around had triggered the memories. She shook her head again to clear it as her Master asked to a glass of wine, she stood up, moved to a table, and picked out a delicate glass. Elegant in it's shape, she set it on the table made of ebony, before she poured the wine and she walked over, presenting it to the King as she smiled, the chain clinking as she moved to sit back down as the King took a drink and handed it to her to hold for him as he leaned forward in his seat. She could tell that the show was about to start as her gaze once more fell on the arena, scanning it once more for any signs of the beginning of the show.