The Games 2. By Hardie Hardiewh@aol.com The Empire's finest gladiator is beaten by a girl. (The following story contains scenes of a sexual and violent nature and is meant to be read by adults only.) So far...Claudius, the Roman Emperor, had turned over the organisation of Rome's Autumn Games to his domineering young Mistress, a former slave girl, with unusual results. (See 'The Games') When the arena had been cleared, trumpets sounded and, from the Gladiators' Gate, a familiar figure appeared. Galacticus, a giant of a man, broad shouldered, deep-chested, with massive muscles bulging from his thighs and arms. He had fought in eighteen gladatorial combats and had won them all in spectacular fashion. The darling of the Roman Society women, he strutted arrogantly into the arena, flexing his mighty muscles, throwing out his chest, savouring the acclaim of the crowd. "Now we'll see some fighting," said Claudius approvingly, as the crowd cheered the most successful gladiator of the times. Galacticus was bare chested. He was armed with the standard Roman infantry short sword and a leather shield covered with bronze studs. He wore a wide leather belt and a loin cloth which did little to hide his bulging genitals.. "He certainly has balls!" said Flavia, eyeing the bulge. "If he wins this fight, I've promised him you'll give him his freedom, but I don't think he'll win it. Here comes his adversary." >From the opposite side of the arena, there appeared the figure of a slender young teenage girl. The crowd were stunned. Then they started laughing. Galacticus had known what to expect, but even he could hardly believe that this chit of a girl was going to fight him in the arena, an arena in which he'd slain eighteen mighty male warriors in single combat. "Silence the crowd, my dear," Flavia ordered the bewildered Emperor. "Let's get the fight started!" Claudius stood up. The trumpets sounded. The crowd quietened. The combatants bowed to the Emperor, then faced each other. The girl wore a white tunic, held in at the waist by a narrow belt. The garment's hem barely cleared the top of the girl's thighs, showing off her tanned, shapely legs to their full advantage. Small breasted, with a slender waist, the girl stood a good head and shoulders below her huge male opponent, yet she showed no fear as she faced the mighty gladiator. "Wh..what's that she's armed with?" asked a puzzled Claudius. The girl carried a slender wooden pole, about six feet long and sharpened at both ends. "It's a stave," said Flavia. "Lara's from one of the Germanic forest tribes. She's an expert with it. You watch! She'll kill him!" "Kill Galacticus with a st..stick?" exploded Claudius incredulously. "No girl is a m..match for a gladiator!" He raised his arm. "Let the fight begin," and he dropped his arm to signal the start of the contest. Galacticus looked at the girl scornfully. He wasn't feeling at his best. Flavia had sent two insatiable young matrons, whose husbands were away with the army, to visit the gladiator the night before. Between them they had drained the poor man dry, and all he wanted to do was get this over quickly, claim his freedom and get some rest! With a blood curdling cry, he raised his sword and sprang at Lara, hoping to cleave her in two with one slash of the sword. But the girl was gone. Nimbly she leapt aside, her stave flickered out, stabbed into the muscle of the man's sword arm and was withdrawn in the twinkling of an eye. Formed from a willow lathe, the stave was light, and highly manoeuverable in the hands of the girl. Galacticus hardly felt the wound, so sharp was Lara's weapon. He stalked her as she retreated, his sword raised ready to strike. Lara let him come on to her, circling to his right so that the shield strapped to his left arm was almost totally useless. She feinted at the man's head. He swatted the air with his sword as he realised too late that the girl had fooled him. Her stave flashed under his arm to sink its point into the man's side. The gladiator roared his fury. His female supporters screamed encouragement. How dare a slip of a girl challenge their hero! They wanted to see the man crush the girl and confirm the superiority in battle of the male sex. But other females and many males in the audience were on the side of the girl. At first they had given her no chance. Now they watched in admiration as the slender young female fighter took on a huge male warrior in single combat, and fought him with deadly female skill and ferocity. Galacticus was hurt, more mentally than physically. Twice the girl's stave had bored into his flesh, and he could feel the blood trickling from the wounds. He resolved to overwhelm her with his sheer bulk, and charged! The man was surprisingly quick for his size, but the wounds and his nocturnal activities had slowed him down just enough for Lara to weave away from the charging man and flick her stave into him once more. Another strike on his sword arm, and the girl was gone. The gladiator spun round, and charged again. This time he was speared in the shoulder. Just a flicker of wood, a penetration of male flesh and a swift retreat. Totally out of control, the huge man discarded his useless shield and went after the elusive girl, slashing furiously with his sword, wasting his enormous strength on the arena air. Ducking and weaving with the grace of a trained dancing girl, Lara kept just out of the demented man's reach. Now that he had dropped his shield, she could attack his enormous body from all directions. Time and again her stave flickered out, like the tongue of a sniffing snake, breaking flesh, drawing blood, sucking the strength from her Herculean adversary. "She's b..beating him!" said Claudius incredulously, "The girl's beating the man!" He wanted to touch his towering cock, but Flavia wouldn't let him. "Of course she is," said Flavia. "She's a much better fighter than that great oaf of a gladiator. All he's got is male muscle. She's got female brains!" The crowd were on tenterhooks. The mighty male warrior was slowing down appreciably as his blood drained from half a dozen punctures. The girl was now going on the offensive. Lara's stave spun in her hands, hypnotising the man as she moved it from hand to hand, flickering it out in one feint after another, then striking when the bewildered male was wide open to her attack. Galacticus was no longer the arrogant male. Now he was scared. He could feel his strength diminishing with each strike of the girl's stave, and he couldn't get near her. Desperately he tried to deflect her stave with his sword. Surely he could cut it in two, shorten its length, then close in and kill her. But his muscles couldn't respond. His mighty biceps were punctured and bleeding. His sword arm was weak. The girl was too quick for him. Gradually the man's arm drooped. His sword flapped as the girl speared him almost at will. He became light headed. His trunk like legs trembled as he tried to fight on. His female supporters in the crowd groaned with despair, angry at the way this slip of a girl was bringing down their magnificently muscled male hero. And now he was down. Weakened beyond recovery by the hot sun, his lack of energy from the sexual assault he'd endured the night before, and the blood draining from his massive frame, the mighty male warrior sank to his knees before his nubile female opponent, scarcely knowing what was happening to him. The girl felt elation flood her body. He was hers! She'd beaten the finest male gladiator in the Empire. She stepped forward and drove her foot into his throat. The crowd roared as the huge body of the massive gladiator toppled over backwards. With blood oozing from his wounds, he tried to get to his feet. Lara let him get laboriously onto all fours, then kicked him savagely in the ribs, sending him sprawling once more. Desperately the man tried to crawl away from the terrible young girl who was taking him apart. He was a man, a gladiator, a champion warrior, and he was being savaged by a slender little girl. Gleefully, Lara stalked after him, hitting the man playfully across his buttocks with her stave as he tried to pull himself away from her. The audience laughed uneasily. How could a mighty male be so easily humiliated by a slip of a girl. With a final attempt to regain some dignity, the gladiator called on his last reserves of male pride. To shrieks of encouragement from the crowd, he once more, bravely, tried to get up and fight the girl. Disdainfully, the curvaceous young female warrior put her foot on his powerful shoulder and toppled him onto his back. He lay spread-eagled at her feet, barely conscious, gasping a plea for mercy as he stared up weakly at the shapely young girl who had brought him down. Lara prised the man's sword from his unresisting fingers. The crowd gasped as the girl raised the weapon, then she slid the sword under the man's loincloth and sliced it in two. Galacticus now lay naked before her, The girl stepped into the v of his spread legs. She put a pointed end of her stave against the terrified gladiator's adam's apple to keep him still, and began to rub the man's dangling balls with her foot. "How does it feel being beaten by a girl!" she teased. Her eyes roved over the man's beautifully sculpted male body and her chest swelled with pride at defeating such a magnificent warrior. "I want you to get your cock up nice and hard so that everyone can see what a truly masculine male I've conquered. Look at my beautiful legs. Don't you wish you could caress them with your hands. Wouldn't you like me to ..ah! Good boy!" Despite his pain and desperate condition, the man's cock was rising. He felt totally helpless, lying at the feet of the girl, looking up at her beautifully shaped legs as she stood in triumph over him. He was being emasculated in front of a massive crowd and all he could do was surrender to the power of the girl's sexuality. His cock thrust upwards. "Now wank!" ordered Lara. Weakly the man obeyed. Lara stepped back so that everyone could see the total subjugation of the Empire's finest male warrior by a shapely little girl, as he used the last of his strength to masturbate at the girl's command. The crowd rose in excitement as the girl signed for instructions from the Emperor. "Thumbs down!" whispered Flavia, her hand sliding sensuously up the rampant imperial cock. The Emperor weakly obeyed. The crowd yelled its approval. Lara settled herself on the drum like chest of her stricken male adversary. Her hands closed around his thick neck. Her thumbs press into his windpipe. "Keep wanking!" she ordered. Dimly, from a far distance, the man heard the girl's command. He had been a great fighter. Now he had fallen. The girl had brought him down and even on the verge of death his libido responded to his subjugation by a gorgeous young girl warrior. Lara pressed down and cut off the man's air supply. The last of his semen spurted as he died. Claudius came at the same time. His body melting under the ministrations of Flavia's educated fingers. "There," she said. "I told you she would kill him! Never underestimate a girl!" Disdainfully the former slave girl flicked the Emperor's flaccid cock. The main event was yet to ...come!