Seventh Time Lucky

A full moon bathed the room in a pale light. On the bed covered in a white sheet, Juniper, waiting for her man to return. A powerful, yet feminine physique, she toyed idly with a necklace as she waited and wondered what news he would bring from the slave market. Aurelius was a wealthy patrician who enjoyed the fine things of life, and who was able to turn his fantasies into reality. These included a taste for alpha women as concubines and women who loved to compete in the arena. 

On the outer edge of the empire, on the border with Germania, there was always a ready supply of exotic women who had not been softened by life within the empire. Juniper had grown up amongst the tribes across the Rhine; She retained a barbarian edge but was now accustomed to Roman lifestyle and no longer used her Germanic name Audamar. After two years as Aurelius’ concubine, she was now fully part of his household; he had always promised her, that she would gain citizenship after seventh victory in the arena. She had won her place the same way that she maintained it, by fighting for it to a finish. every third full moon. Already, six women who fought her with steel to oust her from Aurelius’ bed, had found out the hard way how determined she was not to make way for them.

A few moments later, he entered the room, and shrugged off his toga. The moonlight high lit his taut torso as he joined her in the bed. She admired his body, honed by years in the gymnasium, and abstinence from the sybaritic lifestyle that his wealth as a merchant in wine, furs and slaves could provide him. She also noticed that he was heavily tumescent… this was a sign that his visit to Marcus the slave master might be providing her with a new rival. She wanted her final rival to be worthy of her fighting skills, needing to cement her place in his affections as a concubine to bear him sons. She knew how much he valued her willingness to fight; they often relived her victories. 

‘’Well, did Marcus have anyone suitable this time?’’ She knew Marcus would have recommended someone, but Aurelius was very picky about who his next concubine might be. For one thing, she’d have to beat Juniper for the position, and Juniper was not ready to concede the lifestyle and life that she so enjoyed with her handsome, hung benefactor. 

Aurelius smiled and said softly, ‘Yes, I think we have a worthy competitor for you this time.’

Juniper felt a surge of adrenaline at the thought of facing a new challenge. She thought about the last woman she had downed and said ‘I hope she’s better than the Nubian slut I finished last time. I know how you Romans have a thing for dark meat, and I give you that she was a good-looking bitch, but who thought she could fight? She needed another few weeks’ training in the arena before she was ready for me. I sometimes wonder if Marcus merely gets you to take feisty slaves that he can’t sell.’

Aurelius nodded, adding, “I really think that this one will stretch even you my fighting bitch-concubine,’ he smiled with a sensuality tinged with cruelty that she shared with him. ‘She’s not only arena-trained, but she has also fought in several bouts out in the provinces, Trier and Colonia I believe. Marcus heard about her and thought I might like to see her in action. Apparently, she is not only good with the gladius and dagger, but also fights with the trident and net. She says she’ll meet you with either, your choice.’

Juniper was clearly now a little irritated, as well as having her interest piqued.  

‘So, what did you see today then, that convinced you that she is worthy enough for me to spill her blood?’ He continued, ‘Well, I watched her spar with a Dacian, they only used wooden gladii but you could tell she was good. When she got her rival on her knees, I knew she was sorry that it was wood not steel. I think Marcus must have told them about me and what the deal is, they were both keen to show me their sexual as well as martial prowess. Although Marcus had dressed them in leather gauntlets and breastplates, they both stripped off their thongs before they fought.’

Recognising the potent combination of physical and sexual aggression, Juniper snorted, ’I remember I did that fighting Livia to win this role. When my predecessor kept her loin cloth on, she really lost the crowd. I think my sexual bravado unnerved her, I know you loved it, didn’t you?’ She knew the answer straight away as she felt the hot head of his cock nudge just below the navel. ’Oh, is that you remembering me killing Livia? Or did the barbarian she-wolf leave you hard after watching her spar naked?’

She was now fiddling with the necklace from which six pendants dangled. ‘You did remind Marcus to make the mold, didn’t you?’ She asked as she felt the full length of his shaft press urgently against her flat, muscled midriff. He grunted his assent as he started to maneuver himself on top of her. 

The mold that she was referring to, was the plaster cast that Aurelius paid Marcus to make of all Juniper’s opponents’ erect clitorises. These were then used for Marcus’ goldsmith to make the silver replicas which were what adorned the necklace she wore for special occasions, Including fighting in the arena. She was imagining her new opponent’ clit replica dangling coldly on her warm flesh. As she felt his bulbous cockhead brush across her own stiffening spike, she whispered, ‘Does this barbarian bitch even speak Latin?’ Juniper groaned as the head found her opening, and moaning she added, ’I want her to understand what I am saying as I push my blade home.’

The words electrified him, and he groaned as she felt him nuzzle her neck as his tongue darted and flicked along her collarbone. He then whispered in her ear, ‘She speaks Latin, she told me that she was going to plant her gladius in you up to the hilt,’ with that he pushed home his full length, until she felt his heavy balls tight against her buttocks. With a grunt of satisfaction, as he rammed deep, he added, ’her Latin is good…’

Juniper loved sex with Aurelius, it was questionable which was most excited her, his huge phallus stretching her or the thought of the upcoming fight. As he pounded her and she knew his orgasm was at hand, she gripped his rod fast. Normally, he would withdraw and blast his hot load over her, ater all she was only a concubine and not a wife. Today was different, as his climax approached, he growled, “Finish this Birgitte bitch tomorrow and you can carry my child!” 

Juniper groaned with excitement as the realization that she was about to be free and a Roman citizen. She clasped his buttocks and pulled him close as she felt jet after jet of hot thick fluid spurt against her cervix. As Aurelius roared with lust, she arched her back to ensure his full length was inside her. Each time his cock flexed and pumped his semen into her, she imagined blood spurting out of this Germanic bitch, Birgitte. Her howl joined with his roar, as she imagined her seventh victory.

Birgitte’s Dream

Birgitte slept deeply the night before a fight. it hasn’t always been so but as she grew in confidence, her victories multiplied and she began to thrill at the prospect of a fight, The more she took them in her stride. 

There was some part of her primal spirit that was the pure essence of female combat. as she slept these primitive emotions summoned, in dream format, an eternal rivalry between females. She only knew juniper’s name and the fact that she was standing between her and a life of comparative luxury with an attractive patron. she somehow believed she already knew juniper and that they had fought before, and not just as women. 

The dream transported her into a struggle that was primal, pre-human and timeless. This battling pair of female rivals had met before, thousands of times. The result had always been the same. In a sun-scorched desert, a hundred million years ago, two female scorpions pitted themselves against each other in a duel to the death.  Cold-blooded, with no emotion, programmed to compete for territory and for mates, they circled snapping and slashing at each other, just as Birgitte and Juniper would be tomorrow. It was stinger to sting, as they struggled for advantage.

Eventually, one female upended her rival. The exposed thorax beckoned, and the stinger flashed and jabbed, injecting the deadly venom into the writhing loser. The winner continued her mechanical stabbing until the loser went rigid. The victorious arachnid assassin, pincers held high, basked in the blazing heat of the sun-blasted sand. She had won and she would mate and breed.

Coming forward in time, Birgit was now a she-wolf, struggling with her rival Juniper for dominance and for first rights to leader of the pack. Only one of them would breed, just like their situation with Aurelius. Both their pelts were torn and bloody, when suddenly one wolf was thrown on her back. Her rival looked down at are exposed throat of her rival; they were surrounded by the silently watching pack members, who drank in this life and death struggle.

Suddenly, bared fangs lowered towards warm white fur, for a second time Birgitte struck. As she felt the deepest level of fight fury, warm-blooded lupine ripped and tore at her rival’s throat. she felt the warmth of the blood as it spurted, and she knew that soon she would be enjoying hot jets of semen from the leader of the pack. She came hard during the kill and when she awoke, she was ready to face her rival in a fight to the finish.

Pre-Fight Preparations

Juniper too woke well rested; while she knew that the arena combat today could spell her end, she was confident that she could take this barbarian bitch. She had good reason to be, firstly she trained rigorously; secondly, she had a far superior diet and lifestyle to professional gladiatrices. Having been one herself she knew. Finally, she relished pitching herself against another woman. She often commented to Aurelius that she never felt so alive as when she was in the arena. 

By the time it was evening, she was feeling ready for what would be her last fight to the death. She even wondered if she would miss the thrill. In addition, she wondered whether she might already be pregnant. Aurelius had already departed for the arena. By tradition, they never spent time together before the fight. 

As she was preparing to leave, one of his servants came to Juniper with a small silk pouch. She opened it and found a small leather thong with a small globe of glass attached to it. In the container was a milky liquid. She smiled, knowing it was Aurelius’ semen, clearly a token of favour which was unusual in these circumstances. He always said, he left it to the gods to decide who was going to grace his sheets after the fight.

It was also unusual for Aurelius to visit the opponent before the fight. Despite himself, he felt drawn to visit this erotic, warrior. Just like Juniper, Birgitte seemed to show no fear, or for that matter much respect towards him. she was a little contemptuous when he visited her alone in her room under the arena. 

Polishing her gladius, she looked him up and down and said, “Did you come to look at your new concubine? I fuck as well as I fight, and I have no equal in pleasuring men or women but only if I desire them. I showed you what I had yesterday, why don’t you show me watch you have, merchant man?” 

At first, Aurelius was taken aback by her aggressive tone, but he knew that that was exactly what attracted him to women. She was so forward, so “alpha female” that she made even Juniper look like a beta bitch. In addition, she had a fantastic body and head-turning beauty. Impulsively, exposed himself to her, knowing that his well-hung cock always got sexually active women excited.

Birgitte smiled darkly, then picked up dagger and slowly ran the flat of the blade along his uncurling member. He didn’t flinch, admiring the self-assertive nature of this stunning athlete. in her turn, Birgitte admired the fact that he showed no Fear. Upping the stakes and moving the tip towards his heavy balls, she whispered darkly, “I will empty those tonight when I have finished your current concubine. If you want a breeding bitch, then that’s me, not her.” His cock jerked into full erection. 

Aurelius was enchanted but in a very dark way. he was almost in a trance as he offered her the same small globe on a thong carrying his semen. He did not know why but he had commissioned not one but two some weeks ago, before they had even met. he had only intended to give one to Juniper. Now he knew who the second one was for.

Mistress of Ceremonies

An hour or so later, the arena was full; Aurelius was in a private box with Marcus the slave merchant and several of his loveliest, latest acquisitions. Marcus had suggested to Aurelius that there was always a possibility that neither woman would survive the arena, or that the survivor would be too damaged to act as concubine.  The audience had been delighted by the evening’s performance so far, but for a sizable minority of those watching, the contest between two gladiatrices would be the highlight of the evening.

The mistress of ceremonies for the evening, a striking Nubian woman, dressed in a red loin cloth with matching leather breastplate and high sandals. To huge cheers from the audience, Birgitte and Juniper entered the arena, clad in loincloths, gladiator sandals, armed with a gladius with a dagger holstered on her left hip. Instead of breastplates their breasts were covered with a soft suede material. Clearly each woman had decided on speed and manoeuvrability over protection.

Gesturing for silence, the mistress of ceremonies, warming to her theme, signaled to Birgitte and Juniper to come to her. She continued, “These two gladiatrices will fight for their own and your pleasure tonight. Both exemplify the best characteristics of arena warriors. Both are from the Germanic tribes. They both fight for a place in the bed and household of Aurelius Maximus.” Cheers and a little laughter greeted the announcement; news of Aurelius’ own form of swordsmanship was a legend in the town.

Holding her hands aloft, she announced, “This is a fight to the finish, there is no appeal to the audience, the winner only stops when she is satisfied, and that will be when her opponent lies lifeless on the sand.” The crowd roared its approval at the prospect of this feminine savagery.

The Nubian continued, “These women show the utmost aggression, they have been offered shields and helmets, both have refused. Each woman has six kills to her name.” pausing for dramatic effect she added, “And each woman is determined to make her seventh kill tonight.” There was more sustained cheering.

Fighting for Breeding Rights

As the mistress of ceremonies was making other announcements about forthcoming events, the two women faced-off a foot apart. It was only then that Juniper noticed that Birgitte also had a leather thong around throat, Juniper hissed at Birgitte, “Where did you steal that from, slut?” 

Birgitte smiled coldly, “Why Aurelius gave it to me, after all I’m going to be carrying his children after tonight. At last, his cock is going to get handled properly! He needs a real woman, not some soft bellied Roman matron” Juniper’s firm, muscled body, belied the lying insult.

Juniper checked herself, she was a good enough fighter to know that her rival was trying to get inside her head. Her response was one of total female aggression as she stepped forward and rammed her pelvis against her rival’s. Birgitte absorbed the impact and pushed back. These sexes were competing for Aurelius’ cock and were now separated only by flimsy loincloths. 

The mistress of ceremonies noticed that the two women were engaged in a face off that could erupt prematurely into a fight. Managing the situation admirably, she turned to the crowd and announced, ‘There is nothing like the prospect of a rich man to spur rivalry between two women except perhaps the prospect of a rich handsome man with a big cock.” There was more applause and a little laughter. In Aurelius’ box, the slave women giggled, hoping that there might be a double death in the arena from which one of them might profit.

Snarling at Juniper Birgitte spat, “She’s right, and his cock is mine, it’ll to be filling me tonight!”

Juniper spat back and answered, “I’m more woman than you’ll ever be.” 

Then, stepping back, Juniper unsheathed her dagger and casually cut the thongs that held her loin cloth in place. She next sliced through the thongs of the breast covering on the right-hand side. The two pieces of cloth fell to the sand. Juniper stood tall, raising her gladius and dagger; she turned to parade her nakedness to the audience which was now ecstatic. 

Juniper’s brazen act had given her parity with her rival. Birgitte who by using the semen globe had unsettled her opponent was now on the back foot, but by rapidly cutting loose her own clothing and parading equally delectable body, she stabilised the situation. The mistress of ceremonies was delighted, a naked fight to the death between two stunning gladiatrices was the ultimate crowd pleaser. 

Raising her hands aloft for a final time, the mistress of ceremonies intoned, “Ladies prepare to fight! no mercy, no quarter, a fight to the finish!” She retreated to the side as the two women crouched and started to circle, impervious to the roars of the crowd, focused only on each other. Both women were using both gladius and dagger. This meant that they could kill at arm’s length or close to in a clinch.

They advanced purposefully in a directly towards each other, still crouching, their firm breasts jutted defiantly at each other. As was to be expected the first blows were struck with gladii, the chime of metal on metal bringing renewed cheers from the crowd. At this stage, they were just feeling each other out, trying to understand each other’s fighting style. The intensity of the combat and what was at stake had the same effect on both women. the pupils dilated, blood pumped around the body, nipples stiffened. It was often said that women who enjoyed combat often came during fights, it was sometimes said that they even came when they paid the ultimate sacrifice.

While the gladius play made for a great spectacle, both women wanted to get in close. having grown up in barbarian tribes, both instinctively liked to fight in a clinch. when each of them found themselves parrying a gladius high above their heads, they quickly grappled, dagger against gladius. They were now breast to breast, and each could feel the hardness of each other’s nipples digging into rival breast flesh. 

Even more sensational, was when their pudenda grazed each other, and erect clitorises tangled, Juniper pushed hard trying to up end Birgitte, only to find herself blocked and their pussies slit-to-slit. Juniper pushed upwards and lodged her clitoris in Birgitte’s hood. This sexual contact seemed to supercharge the aggression, and they pushed each other apart, immediately adopting a crouching stance and looking to re-engage as quickly as possible.

In Aurelius’ box the slave girls were becoming audibly excited by the spectacle playing out before them. Two started to beg Marcus to allow them to train as gladiatrices, a third had slipped her fingers next to her pussy and was working herself feverishly, “Aren’t they magnificent! I so want to be out there fighting like that” she husked. Her name was Fiorenza and Aurelius had already decided to train her. She looked like she had potential in both the bed and the arena; her uninhibited enjoyment of the primal struggle taking place in front of them had commended her highly in his eyes.

Meanwhile, back in the arena, something exciting and unpredictable had happened. Tangling up close for a second time, both women had forced the swords from each other’s hands and were now brawling on the ground. Rolling over each desperately seeking an opportunity two drive home her dagger. 

Juniper ended up on top of this rolling brawl, her globe chinked against Birgitte’s. She forced held the brunette’s dagger from her throat and pushed down hard, hoping that gravity would help her bury the point in her chest. Once again rival sexes were pressed together, underlining the primal nature of the combat, two women fighting for a man. Snarling at the woman underneath her, Juniper said, “I am going to have your skull as a drinking vessel.” 

With a huge effort, Birgitte reversed the situation so she was now on top, and it was her turn to make a threat, “When I finish you, I will have you flayed, and I’ll fuck Aurelius on your hide.” Juniper enraged at the idea summoned superhuman strength and threw her tormentor off her. Both women scrambled to their feet and retrieved their gladii. 

Both women were gradually covered in superficial wounds. After another, fifteen minutes of circling, slashing, and stabbing, Birgitte feinted a stumble and dropped to one knee, her head looking down at the sand. In a flash Juniper saw her moment but as she raised her gladius, Birgitte’s head snapped up, and she growled, as she drove her dagger up into the Juniper’s ribcage. The howl of surprise sent up a roar from the crowd. 

Birgitte looked to the baying audience for the permission to finish her, though she was going to do kill her anyway. She just wanted to do it in style, she owed it to herself. While Birgitte stood Juniper was now on her knees, holding the dagger, she looked up at Birgitte and hissed, “Go on, finish it, bitch!” Birgitte looked down and whispered, “No!” then she lowered her head and ran her tongue along Juniper’s throat, tasting the blood from a nick in her neck. 

Holding her gladius high, Birgitte moved directly in front of the kneeling woman, so that her pussy was the last thing Juniper would see. Birgitte’s clitoris jutted, rampant and menacing, glistening in its hood. With her gladius she lifted the necklace with its clitoris moulds from her neck. Birgitte would claim Juniper’s six kills. The two rows of silver clitorises jangled together as she rose her hand.

Delivering the coup de grace the brunette inserted the tip of the gladius down into the flash between the collarbone of the kneeling woman. Tensing her buttocks, she drove it home, down into the chest cavity until it struck the heart. Juniper gave a moan indistinguishable from the noise she made when Aurelius made her come. In Aurelius’ box the slave girl Fiorenza who had been fingering herself gushed as she came. Her voice cracking with sexual tension, Birgitte roared like she did when two gladiators were taking her.

The victrix now had two appointments that evening, the first was with a tanner to prepare Juniper’s hide, the second was with her new lover and master. He already knew how well she could fight; she’d show him that what she had said about fucking was no idle boast!

The End

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