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Jude
Mason presents
~Gladiatrix~
Chapter
1
The Temptation
Guest author
© 2004 Tony Sacre
Atticuss sat crossed legged on the floor in silent meditation, not quite the
contentment he would have liked. He pondered his frustrations over the
events of the last twenty-four hours.
How would he attain the woman that he could not
erase from his thoughts, this woman who he knew nothing about—not where she
came from, or where she’d now returned—nor did anyone else it appeared. He
didn’t even know her name. His mind went back to that unforgettable moment
yesterday when he’d first seen her.
In the
Coliseum, Atticuss sat beside the Emperor, bewitched by of the sight of
her in the arena below. She was a natural. The cheers and screams from
the audience were deafening.
He could hardly believe his eyes. She was the most
fierce, frighteningly sensual female he’d ever seen and she’d just slain
two opponents with the skill and aggression he’d never witnessed in a
female contestant. She was magnificent!
He imagined her naked, fighting him, the closeness of
their bodies, the sweat, the struggle. She was probably a fantastic
animal in bed. She’d take some holding down, he was sure. His
imagination conjured up all kinds of scenarios he would have her in.
She’d be the hardest tiger to tame yet!
Who was she? Where had she come from? What was her
story? He had to find out more. He had to have her.
Calling a guard, he ordered him to have this barbarian
woman cleaned and allowed to rest. Then brought to his apartment.
The guard delivered her to his apartment some hours
later. When he opened the door he was instantly entranced.
He bid her enter, and closed the door behind her. |
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She had the grace of an angel and a body to
match. Immediately, the soft sensuality he saw in her eyes trapped him. Her
self-confidence and power were almost overbearing. Unbelievable charisma
emanated from her. A ferocious warrior, a mature woman. He was immediately
smitten!
Atticus had to have this beauty.
Her indignant stance told him she was not pleased to have been ordered
there. She glared at him, staring, eyes burning straight into his, her hands
resting defiantly on her hips.
He had to conquer her.
A beautiful long red toga, slashed to the thigh, hugged her curves as if it
were painted on. She wore gold wristbands and anklets—his gaze was drawn to
a gold chain with a red and gold talisman nestling tantalisingly in her
ample cleavage. How he would love to hold and caress those breasts! Large
gold rings adorned her ears, dark brown hair flowing down her back.
She was truly a goddess!
He
had to have her.
He wondered what it’d be like to taste her. He imagined her lying across
his couch. He’d pull open the front of her toga, she’d open her legs, or
would she?
Gods!
His mind was going into a spin and his erection was stirring.
Atticuss had never encountered such an enchanting sorceress. She had a
presence that filled the room and all his senses. It was as if she held him
spellbound. A burning desire for her welled up inside him, but somehow he
felt she was unattainable almost unapproachable in some strange way.
A challenge! He had to win her.
He offered her wine. She accepted and they toasted her victorious
afternoon. She seemed to relax and mellow as she rested back into the couch.
He told her of his admiration for her fighting skills, her great beauty.
He sat beside her and used all his verbal seductive skills and charms on
her, but to no avail. He sounded, and felt more like a boy than the man of
stature he was.
He had to have her.
He imagined his cock sliding into her and she would surely be like liquid
velvet!
He was losing control of his thoughts!
He poured her more wine and enquired about her past but she was vague and
evasive. Atticuss was keen to learn where she had studied her arts of combat
and how her beauty had survived such an existence intact.
It was
obvious, from her mastery in the arena that day, that she was more than
competent and had been for some years.
She gave
nothing away, maintaining her mystery. To him, this made her all the more
intriguing. He had to find out more. However the respect and admiration he
felt for her caused him to act honourably and he backed off. He wondered if
he could seduce her. She would not be an overnight conquest. He knew it
would take at least a few meetings; she would be no easy contest.
He would
not, could not, force himself upon her or use his position. As much as he
would have like to, it had never been his way. She would have to want him as
much as he wanted her. He wondered if she thought his gentle, polite manner
a weakness. Atticuss was very far from weak in any aspect of his life.
Respectful maybe, but he was a figure who commanded much respect in return.
It was
obvious that she could be dangerous. But he now desired her so much, in his
bed, in his life, the danger was of no consequence.
He would
have to win her with his tenderness and love and God knows there was
precious little of that in the world in which they lived.
Usually
women fell at his feet, but for very different reasons than the warriors he
met in conflict.
She said
very little. He could tell, sadly, that she felt uneasy in his company, no
matter how he tried to put her at ease.
He hoped
she’d find his charming, confident manner disarming. He was polite, very
kind and respectful, not at all the brutish elitist ego she must have
expected. But, in fact, she seemed awestruck that such a celebrated figure
of roman society had commanded her presence. Even so, she kept her
composure, as it was not fear, but physical attraction and admiration he
sensed she felt for him now.
They
enjoyed another glass of wine together. She declined his offer to meet with
him again. Atticuss, being a true gentle soul, kissed her outstretched hand,
wished her goodnight and good fortune. Then, much to his sadness, she was
gone into the night, leaving him hard and craving.
He couldn’t
believe he’d met such a woman and then let her slip through his fingers.
Never before had he allowed a woman to leave him quite this way. He would
have to find out more, he must see her again!
It would be
some time before he found out who she was and even longer before they met
again, and under very different circumstances, but from this night on, he
would never, ever forget her.
The End
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About
Tony Sacre aka Blondie
Well I suppose
I’m seen as a hard nosed Aussie builder down here, but
It ain’t the real me cause I’m a cockney from London
that’s only been down under for 3 years, trying to earn
a crust & doin' alright. Started this erotic writing
lark about 4 years ago as a bit of fun to turn me missus
on & it worked, she said ere Tony why don’t you send
these stories somewhere you could make a few bob, yeh
well we all know the answer to that don’t we. Dirty
minds and dirty words are free. The wages of sin are
death & a curse but the wages for writing erotica are
far fucking worse!
As Ray Gordon said to me "It’s a
great way to make a living Tony, but it will never make
you rich." Well & he outta know, he’s a real survivor
at it and, I thank him for his encouragement to keep
goin'
See some of my stories &
artwork on his fine websites
Ray Gordon's Book
&
Naked Books
he’s a master of the art indeed!
Had several stories published
in 'In the Buff' now
The Hot Spot
Here in Jude’s joint I feel at
home, she’s been inspirational, unconditional, editorial
and just downright fucking smashing. I owe her a deep
debt and am very flattered to be on this site with her
and her illustrious guests my scribbles ‘doodles et al!
Please read, see & enjoy
Cheers
Tony
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