Sharla and the slaver
By mez261uk
A tale of strong women taking control in ancient times

The Arrival

Adrian stood on the balcony and watched as the slavers brought the latest
additions to his workforce into the square below. Beside him his wife, Maia,
pressed herself insistently against his tall, strong frame. He resisted the
temptation to take her to his bed, as he knew she wished he would. His eyes
narrowed as he viewed the scene below.

"By the Gods, who is that in chains with Faiza?"

Walking at the head of the long line was a tall red headed woman, possibly
taller than the statuesque slaver herself. Even from a distance he could see
she was an impressive specimen. He considered briefly taking her for himself,
even though that would upset Maia.

Behind him he heard footsteps and turned to see the familiar figure of Corin,
Captain of the Guard.

"Who is that with Faiza?"

"She claims to be a traveller and is not happy with being "treated like a
peasant", he replied. "They say she gave Faiza more than a little trouble."

He looked again at the redhead, she was indeed a well built woman by the look
of it, but to trouble the big African slaver? Few of his men could trouble
Faiza, and fewer would willingly attempt to do so. She had earned her position
by merit, in that she was strong enough to easily control any troublesome
slaves. And any overzealous soldiers.

"What sort of trouble?"

"Three of my men had to pull her off the big African woman," he said quietly.
"I don't know any more than that. Faiza insisted she be put in chains after
that."

"She was armed?"

"No. And my men were more than happy to chain her and leave her to Faiza to
escort."

Adrian shook his head. "If she is capable of troubling that big African, I
would like to see how she would fare against one of my soldiers."

"Two might be more of a challenge."

The Emperor loooked at his Captain with raised eyebrows. "You really think two
would be an interesting match?" He had to admit that what he had heard so far
was indication that she should not be taken lightly. But two of his soldiers?
Against one woman? "Bring Faiza to me, I wish to speak with her. And have the
redhead cleaned up. Put some more revealing clothes on her too, she looks to
be quite the example of all that is a woman," he added as he watched large
breasts pressing against the cloth of her shirt. Corin nodded and moved to
carry out his orders.

"You want that big African bitch up here? In our quarters?" Maia asked. "She
scares me, she looks at me with.......I don't know, I just don't like her."

"Don't worry, she scares most of my men also. But she is good at her job,
loyal and trustworthy. She will tell me what happened without all the
embellishments soldiers will put on after days of marching and exaggerating."
He actually liked the big African slaver, there was something about a woman
like her. All Woman, but strong as a man. Or rather more so in most cases.

"You wished to see me, Emperor."

Adrian looked up from the weekly accounts he had been presented with just
moments earlier. The black woman seemed impossibly tall from his current point
of view, which was from a seated position on a cushion on the floor. Coupled
with her powerful build that was quite disconcerting for him. He stood
hurriedly to retake the more dominant higher position, albeit only a slight
advantage. This close her muscularity was all too obvious, and more than
impressive.

"Corin tells me there was a problem with the redheaded slave," he stated,
watching her reaction. "I would like you to describe what happened. I know
your version will be the most accurate, unlike my soldiers, who are prone to
exaggerate." He smiled his best disarming smile but she still looked
uncomfortable.

"I would like to tell you she caught me off guard, attacked while I wasn't
looking. But she didn't. She threw the cloak she was wearing off and leapt at
me when we were alone. The woman has incredible strength, in no time she had
me at her mercy and I had no option but to cry out for help. If I had seen her
without her cloak I would have been more wary of her, she is a big woman. And
strong." Faiza's eyes were downcast as she told her tale, ashamed at being
overpowered.

Adrian knew this was an accurate version of events and thought again about the
suggestion of two against one in the arena. If she could get the better of the
big and very powerful woman standing before him, she would be more than a
match for most of his soldiers.

Adrian stepped up to Faiza. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said as he
placed his hands on her arms. "You have served me well and proven yourself to
be loyal on many occasions." He paused as he felt the size of her arms and
gazed at the wide shoulders on display. Beneath the thin cotton of her top he
could see her large breasts, thrust forward by her well built torso. 'Oh to
play with this one', he mused.

She smiled as he reassured her and inhaled deeply with relief. The Emperor's
eyes were fixed on her chest as it raised and lowered and the slaver thought
briefly of what it would be like to tangle with him. She imagined him
protesting at first, but she would surely take him to the floor and his
protests would diminish as she subdued him with her thicker, stronger body.
But there would be protests from his little wife too, and they could prove
more of a problem. As she thought of these things her body tensed.

Adrian felt the thick arms grow in his hands and harden like steel as he
himself hardened beneath his robes. The decision made, he stepped away and
ordered his wife to prepare herself for their public. She glared at the big
black woman as she made her way to the door, her private quarters were at the
far end of the building, affording the Emperor some privacy when needed.

Certain that she had gone, he turned to face Faiza. "I think it is about time
I rewarded you for your hard work" he said as he reached for her again. She
stunned him by grasping his arms in her strong hands and pulling him
forcefully against her powerful body. He was about to protest when her lips
covered his mouth and her arms locked him tightly against her heaving breasts.
He gripped her bulging biceps as he tried in vain to push her away, to take
the initiative, but knew as soon as he felt the size of her muscles that he
would never succeed. She pressed his throbbing cock against her groin and he
stopped struggling, lust taking over even as he realised that this was now
beyond his control.

Without releasing her liplock on him she lifted him slightly and walked to the
large bedded area without any sign that she was struggling, and despite his,
then lowered him down. With her heavily muscled body pressing down on him he
was helpless and they both knew it. He tried to convince himself that if they
were fighting in earnest he would fare differently, but there was doubt in his
mind. This big, powerful woman was stronger even than she looked. Her left
hand was busy between their lower bodies, shifting his robe and her loose
shift out of the way. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his long cock
spring up and pressed herself against it with urgency.

Adrian realised that she was going to take him there and then, and he was
powerless to prevent it. This was not what he had in mind, but he was beyond
any desire to stop her. Not that he could. Raising up to sit astride his waist
she quickly removed the loose shift and then roughly removed his robes,
heaving him around with ease as he lay there stunned. She manouvered herself
over him and drove her hips down on his cock, taking him all the way in one
slow but firm movement. She leaned forward to press her upper body against him
and gazed down as she paused with him buried deep and pinned beneath her.

"By the Gods, Faiza, you are the most powerful woman I have ever met!" he
gasped as he caught his breath. She smiled and moved her right forearm behind
his head. He gasped again as she flexed her bicep against his cheek. "Strong
enough to make love to you like no-one else," she said as she slowly moved her
hips up and thrust down again, hard. "Strong enough to make you beg me to
finish you, and beg me to not crush you while I finish you." He barely stifled
a sob as the big woman thrust down again, and again.....

The Emperor could only lie there as she took her time so as to accomodate her
own pleasure, her thighs crushing in on his slimmer legs as she shuddered her
way through her orgasm. Her left arm locked firmly around his waist as her
right flexed against the side of his head, pushing it to the side. "Do you
want me to finish you?" she asked, his cock held tightly deep inside her.

"Oh God, yes Faiza, YES!" he almost screamed. "I can't stand this much
longer."

She clamped her legs solidly against his and moved her right arm to join her
left around his chest, then slowly began to move her hips in a slightly
circular motion that Adrian had never experienced before, having always been
on top and in control himself. The effect for him was amazing as he felt his
moment arriving. "Finish me, finish me now. Please, Faiza, I can take no
more!"

She locked her arms tightly around him, squeezing the air from his lungs and
thrusting mightily, repeatedly, until she felt his body shudder in her
embrace. Unable to speak, Adrian pulled wildly at her massive arms even as he
climaxed, her grip causing much pain. He could feel himself blacking out, but
could do nothing.

He opened his eyes and winced as he breathed deeply. Faiza was lying beside
him, one heavy thigh draped accross his midriff, her head supported by her
powerful left arm. He took another breath and suddenly remembered the ecstacy
of his recent release, unlike any before. He could also feel the pain in his
chest, caused by the strong arms of the big black woman beside him.

"I am impressed you did not beg me to stop crushing you as you came."

"I.... I was in too much.. ahh.. pleasure," he smiled weakly. Not one to admit
he was in too much pain, especially to a woman, he chose to lie. Although
lying to a woman who could cause him that much pain while screwing him could
be a mistake. But thankfully she smiled back.

"You are a brave man, Emperor Adrian. But you should not be afraid to say when
you are in pain, it can lead to even more pain." She raised her right arm and
flexed her bicep mightily. "I could hurt you by accident if you don't let me
know when to stop," she said with a big smile.

He smiled back, unsure if that was a threat, but not wanting to make anything
of it while he was alone with her. He had always known she was strong, but now
he had an idea just how strong she was, talk of threats with her was out of
the question.

"Now I must ready myself for your public too, if you are using one of my
slaves I will have to be present." She stood, impressing him again with the
sheer size she possessed, then stretched with her back to him, allowing him to
see the play of magnificent muscles under her smooth skin. "You will need to
dress too."

The Arena

Adrian sat in his chair overlooking the arena, grateful for the soft padding.
He still ached from the passionate embrace of the big black slaver who now sat
two seats away from him. He had watched at her as she entered the balcony,
resplendant in all her finery, and looking as powerful as ever. She even wore
fashionable shoes, like many ladies, which elevated her heels to give her
lower legs shape and increase her height; something she had no need of. He
guessed she would be taller than he in them, and he felt himself stirring as
he remembered the power in those long limbs. The lower portion of her dress
had many splits and simply did not cover her magnificent thighs. And the top
was almost transparent, clinging to her heavy breasts without concealing them,
and sleeveless to show off her powerful arms.

He had look away just to ease the uncomfortable erection. He smiled at his
wife, who glared back at him, certain that he had been unfaithful, but not
positive. No matter, such things were not unusual he thought, and she was well
looked after as his wife in name. Corin noticed the glare and wondered what
had passed, but did not press it at the time. The event about to take place
was more compelling than the trivialities of married bliss.

The crowd quietened as the redhead entered the arena from the far side, this
was so that Adrian and the others could get a good look at her before the
fighting started, to see if she was all she was claimed to be. And she was.
She wore a one piece that covered her from neck to mid-thigh while letting
enough light through to show her magnificent physique. Adrian estimated she
was even taller than Faiza but was unable to make out much of the detail of
her body, save that it was large, with a jutting bosom that surpassed any he
had seen before. The legs looked long while still appearing muscular, and he
could see she was wide shouldered but could not tell if there was real muscle
or just firm weightiness.

Two of his soldiers entered the arena from below where he sat and approached
the woman warily. He thought he saw her sneer as she saw them and waited. The
men were not as large as she but were apparently fast and strong wrestlers and
after a quick nod to each other they split and circled to either side of the
big redhead. Adrian nodded, a reasonable tactic to deal with someone bigger
and who had something of a reputation. They started to approach the woman from
her sides, then speeded up without warning.

He leaned forward in his seat not wanting to miss anything if it was over
quickly, as he suspected this may well be. He was wishing he had chosen to pit
her against one bigger man, two would end it too quickly he was sure.

When they were each ten feet away she moved with startling speed and closed on
the one to her right. Bending her right leg she drove her fist into his gut
and he folded over her arm, his shoulder coming to a rest on hers. Adrian's
eyes narrowed as he waited to see how she could defend herself from the second
assailant. What she did astounded him and indeed everyone watching.

Sharla gripped the man's shoulder and pressed her right arm upwards taking the
winded soldier with it until he was almost vertical above her and upside down.
Now her left hand was supporting much of his weight, her right balancing him.
She pivoted just in time to confront the second attacker who slid to a halt
infront of her, almost within touching distance, but too shocked to do
anything. She took one short step forward and then drove the up-ended soldier
down with massive force onto the still standing one, his back colliding with
the panic stricken arms before driving down on the poor man's neck.

Fight over.

She didn't wait to see if they got up, she just stepped over their broken
bodies to approach Adrian.

"Is that the best you have to offer? Perhaps I should just come up there and
break you in half, show these people what real power is."

Adrian gripped the rail in front of him as he sat in shock, they were big men,
not as big as she, but big men nonetheless. And they were in a broken heap
now, she had destroyed them in seconds. He stood and reeled at the black
slaver.

"Why didn't you tell me she was this strong? You should have told me she would
be strong enough to defeat these men so easily!" he fumed.

Faiza leapt out of her seat and stood before him, eyes above his now.

"I told you she was very strong. I told you she overpowered ME!"

Adrian backed off a little as the woman spoke to him with such force as he had
never known. Standing there with her fists clenched causing her splendid
musculature to stand out more than it usually did, she was a frightening
sight. This was not a woman he wanted to come to blows with, he was not at all
confident of the outcome, especially when she was this angry. He quickly came
to his senses and backed away, turning instead to view the redhead who was now
sneering up at him.

"I'm sorry Faiza, you did tell me that, and I should have taken more notice of
your concerns. We will proceed with some more suitable opponents." He waved
Corin to him. "Send Sorin and Paul in, they will put an end to this." Corin
raised his eyebrows.

"Sorin and Paul, together?" he asked incredulously. "The two best wrestlers we
have, together? Against one woman?"

"She has just demolished two good wrestlers, possibly killed one. I do not
want this crowd thinking a woman can get the better of the Roman Elite."

"But if we send our two best wrestlers in they will know she is better than
any one of us, they will know that none could stand against her alone."

Adrian pondered his Captain's words. He made a valid point, but he wanted to
see her beaten. And quickly, before the crowd put too much stock in this
woman's easy victory over the two she had already faced.

"Why don't you beat her, my Emperor?" His wife Maia, still bristling from his
earlier indiscretion, had found a way to avenge herself. Could he back down in
front of the crowd. To face her would be suicide, he knew she was stronger
than Faiza, and she was stronger than him.

"It should be I that represents the Roman Army, as Captain of the Guard."

Yes, that was it, Corin could do it. Bigger even than the wrestlers he had
thought of. A representative of the Roman Army, of course.

"Very well, Corin, you shall have the honour of defeating this overgrown wench
in front of the people today."

Corin stepped out into the arena with a grim determination to show this woman
that she was just that, a woman. And she was no match for the true elite.
Adrian watched from the balcony, no longer seated next to his wife, favouring
the safety of the big black slaver's presence while his captain was not
accompanying him.

Sharla looked the big man over and nodded in appreciation, this would at least
be something for her to get her teeth into. The Captain had removed his armour
and stripped down to a brief loincloth before oiling himself in preparation
for what he knew would not be an easy fight. She removed the belt from around
her waist, allowing the sheer garment to flow freely and revealing more of her
body to the watching crowd. It wafted apart at the sides giving a clear view
of the long, powerful muscles of her thighs. But her upper body was still only
visible through the sheer material, and while it was clear she was possessed
of a powerful build, it was still not evident just to what extent.

She waited for him to come to her in the middle of the arena, no need for her
to attack without warning as she had previously. Although, she had only done
that for effect, they would have been unable to defeat her, she just wanted to
move things forward.

They locked up with their hands on each others shoulders and pressed to see
where the advantage lay, and Sharla grinned as she heaved the big man
violently to the left, then violently back again before thrusting him away.
She knew where the advantage lay, she just wanted Corin to know for certain.
She stepped towards him and he raised his hands in defence only for her to
knock them aside contemptuously before gripping him firmly around his chest.
She smiled as she heard the breath forced from him and he began to panic,
scrabbling at her arms as she crushed him.

Corin had never felt such power, his hands could not grip the woman's arms due
to their massive size and he pulled frantically at the cloth covering them in
a vain attempt to pull them away from him. The thin material tore easily,
revealing the bulging biceps for all to see. They were like solid oak beneath
Corin's big hands, and he could make no impression whatsoever on them. She
squared her massive shoulders and pulled even more with her unbelievable arms.
Corin brought his legs up and locked them around her waist in a last attempt
to gain some freedom, but it was useless.

Adrian watched aghast from the balcony. Corin was the strongest man in his
army, possibly all the Roman Army, and yet this woman was going to defeat him,
almost without any noticeable resistance from him. He watched his Captain's
head rear back in agony, soundlessly due to the lack of air. He was reminded
of earlier, when Faiza had held him in a similar fashion until he blacked out.
But he did not think that was what this woman had in mind. He could watch no
more.

"Bring Sorin and Paul in, now!" he shouted to the ashen faced guards below who
hastened to do just that. They had never witnessed such a spectacle as this
and realised that this woman could defeat them all if they were not careful.

Sorin and Paul raced into the arena, eager to free their Captain and batter
this monstrous woman to Hell. Before they could reach the big redhead they
heard the frightening sound of bones breaking. The Amazon had crushed his
ribcage, he was surely dead now. With little effort she heaved the body up and
over her head, then heaved it towards the approaching duo.

Adrian was almost sick as he listened to his friend's body disintigrate in
those massively muscled arms. But still he edged forward to gaze on the now
naked figure of the redhead. Her shoulders were indeed wide, hugely so, and
heavily muscled in a way that he had never seen before. But it was her biceps
that truly astounded him. Thicker around than his wife's thighs, even as they
hung loosely by her sides as she turned to meet her next victims. And Adrian
was sure that was what they would become. As she had lifted the body of Corin
above her head her upper arms had bulged massively, increasing in size from
'bigger than he had ever seen', to simply astounding. Despite the problems she
was causing he could not help but admire the power this woman possessed. Faiza
was an amazingly strong woman, stronger than most men, that he was sure of.
Certainly stronger than himself. But this redheaded woman, this Sharla, seemed
to have the strength of two men. Two strong men.

Beside him Faiza was also watching in amazement, she knew first-hand that this
woman had strength far greater than her own, which she knew exceeded that of
most men. But this was exceeding all of her expectations. For her, things were
going extremely well.

Sorin and Paul collided with each other in their panic as the heavy body of
their Captain flew towards them, and the weight of it sent them crashing to
the floor. Before either could scramble to their feet, Sharla was next to
them, but she waited. They scrambled to their feet and Sorin made a desperate
lunge for her leg, hoping to take her to the ground where he thought the two
of them might stand a chance. Her leg was thick and solid in his grasp and he
could not budge it, no matter how he tried. He felt her arm wrap around his
waist then let out a scream as he felt his body lifted swiftly into the air.
He flailed with his arms but she grabbed his left with her right hand and
easily moved it to her left, which now held him in place accross her broad
left shoulder. In seconds he had been immobilised, suspended painfully in the
air and unable to help himself in any way.

Seemingly unhindered by the 220 lbs on her shoulder she turned to face the
other big man. Paul looked aghast as he saw his friend held helplessly like
that, but decided it gave him a chance and attacked her head on. Surely she
could not stand against him while holding Sorin like that? She stretched her
right arm out to meet his rush and stopped him dead, her hand clamping on his
left shoulder painfully. She crushed the muscles in his shoulder unmercifully
and applied such force downwards that he collapsed to his knees almost
instantly, clawing vainly at the powerful arm that held him at bay. She
released his shoulder and gripped his neck with that same crushing hand, and
slowly squeezed while he tried futily to grip her thick arm. Turning to face
Adrian, she slowly raised Paul until he was on his toes, still scrabbling
helplessly in her grip.

Releasing the now silent Sorin's left arm she shifted her hand to his neck
and, staring defiantly at the Emperor, heaved down with all the strength in
that massive arm. The sound of his neck breaking, followed by the solid thump
of his body landing caused Adrian to feel sick again. Never had he seen such
destruction delivered by the barehands of... anyone. As he watched she shifted
Paul's still struggling body around until she gripped his crotch with her left
hand and lifted him effortlessly over her head, still crushing his throat.
Adrian watched as the big man's struggles faded, and all the colour drained
from his face as he realised there was no-one left to challenge this woman in
combat, save himself.

He jumped out of his chair to call for armed guards to put a stop to this
Amazonian woman who had now destroyed five of his best men. Before he could
speak he felt a hand on his arm, a strong hand. As he watched the woman in the
arena heave the last body contemptuously away it dawned on him that he was the
strongest man left, and the hand that held his arm belonged to Faiza, who was
now one of the highest ranking officials, and stronger than him.

"If you set armed guards on this woman you will bring disrespect onto
yourself, the people will think of you as a bad loser, someone who does not
keep to his word." As she spoke her grip on his arm tightened, her right was
across his shoulders as though she was confiding in him and her left was
hidden in front so no-one could see. "She has beaten your wrestlers, and your
Captain, now she should be rewarded."

"She..... she.... she killed them. All of them broken like puppets in her
hands, how can I reward her for that?" He gasped as Faiza's hand increased the
pressure on his arm, crushing his far from inconsiderable muscle in her strong
hand. He glanced down at her bare arm flexed against her tremendous breasts
and reminded himself that this woman was more than strong enough to do him
considerable harm, even if she was no match for the massive power the redhead
below him possessed.

"Your men died well, in combat, what greater honour is there? They stood up
and battled against the most powerful opponent they had ever seen. Sending
armed men against an unarmed woman, even if she is as strong as two of them,
is wrong and would reflect badly on you." His arm was lacking blood now. "And
it is pointless sending men against her without weapons, even all of them at
once most likely."

"Yes, yes, you are right. Please, my... " he glanced at his arm. With a final
squeeze she released him and he moved it to try to increase the circulation.
His eyes remained fixed on her biceps which she held flexed against her
breast, then clenched her fist causing it to grow even larger. A wry smile
crossed her lips as she saw the bulge in his robes: even now he was aroused.

He stepped forward to address the crowd and the woman who was watching the
proceedings with interest. "As this magnificent woman, Sharla, has proved to
be the best and by far the strongest fighter I have ever seen, it gives me
great honour to award her her freedom." Silence, then the crowd cheered not
wishing to upset their Emporer.

He leaned over the edge and addressed one of the soldiers in the pen directly
below him. The woman is to be offered a bath, some clothes and she may join us
for food when we eat later." The soldier moved forward hesitantly, then
removed his weapons and approached Sharla with his message. She nodded and
waved for the soldier to lead on.

"I will speak with her when she has bathed to ensure there are no ill
feelings."

"Of course," he nodded. "We wouldn't want her upset would.."

"Are you taking orders from this..... this overgrown black bitch now?" He had
completely forgotten his petulant little wife. As he looked down at her slim
frame he wondered how he would ever be satisfied again when the woman who had
screwed him without mercy that morning was the kind of woman he wanted, and
the woman who had just destroyed five men in the arena, two of the biggest of
them together, was the kind of woman he would dare to dream about.

"I do not like being called a bitch, you insignificant little harlot."

"Why you....." Little Maia raised her hand to slap Faiza but it was caught in
a fearsome grip. The big slaver looked at Adrian questioningly. He nodded and
walked away.

"You are not going to enjoy this," Faiza said as she clamped a hand over the
small woman's mouth and lifted her, stretching her neck in the process. The
little woman kicked and pulled furiously at the big hand but could do nothing
as the woman strode towards the slaves pen.

To be continued......