LEANORE 12
By Heck



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CHAPTER TWELVE

SHE HAD TO ADMIT that being the property of Julia Domina was not at all
onerous.

Within limits, she had the freedom of the household and could come and go more
or less as she pleased. She trained to her own rigorous schedule, ate and
drank when and what she wanted, and Claudia saw to her every need. In truth,
she had never been as well fed or comfortably housed in her entire life.

She spoke again to the Domina about her bodyservant, and was fortunate enough
to catch her patronne in an indulgent mood. She was unable to secure any
further increase in wages for her, but was allowed to see to it that any
surplus foodstuffs were diverted her way. The result was that Claudia herself
was beginning to fill out and recapture some of her lost looks, and gave
encouraging reports about her sons. She was, of course, effusively grateful to
Leanore and, in return, it was doubtful that any slave had ever been so well
taken care of.

Leanore's training was beginning to show results, too. It was difficult to
measure the increase in her already tremendous strength, but her muscles were
getting even harder and more defined. Her stamina, reflexes, and agility were
much improved, and there was a healthy glow about her that made her loveliness
even more radiant. She was certainly fitter than ever before, and the use of
sparring partners honed her combat skills. She could take on three or four at
a time and not only win, but also beat them easily. Even her language skills
improved to the point where, although she retained her exotic accent, she was
all but fluent. Yes, with good eating, plenty of exercise, and comfortable
surroundings, she was living a life that would be the envy of many.

But she was still a slave. She was not a free woman.

Outside the confines of the villa, armed guards always flanked her. She had
always to walk behind the Domina who could, Leanore knew, lose interest at any
time and have her chained, sold, or even killed at her merest whim.

Freedom was too great a price for luxury.

It was halfway through the fourth month of her thrall when Crassus came to the
gymnasium. Leanore was working with her millstone weights, using her arms to
curl two of the biggest, fixed to the stout wooden axle. She was intent on
hoisting the equivalent of the bodyweight of two largish men, and was so
wrapped up in concentration that she did not hear his shuffling approach. He
moved into her field of vision, and the fact that his mouth was moving told
her he was speaking in his quiet voice.

"What?" Leanore frowned at him as she let the weights fall to the earthen
floor. The two heavy discs left a pair of deep depressions at the points of
impact. "What did you say?"

"I said, the mistress bids you attend upon her immediately".

"You mean, she wants to see me now?"

"This is the case".

"Then why the hells didn't you say so?" She picked up a towel that lay draped
over her weight rack. "Just let me get cleaned up. I'm a bit sweaty".

"The Mistress does not like to be kept waiting".

Leanore looked the old man in the eye, the light of defiance on her face.

"Five minutes, all right? She can wait five minutes".

Ignoring the indignant look on Crassus's wrinkled old features, she strolled
over to a large vat of fresh, clean water that was kept in the gymnasium for
the purpose. Her hands went to the clasp at the shoulder of her shift, while
she fixed the old man with a questioning stare.

"Turn your back, you", she ordered. "You might be a eunuch, but I'm choosy
about who sees what".

Crassus gave a condescending sigh, but complied anyway. Leanore stepped out of
her shift and brief undergarment, and ladled water from the vat with a
capacious dipper, sluicing cool, clean water over herself.

Deliberately, she took more than five minutes, and took particular care
towelling herself dry herself dry, rubbing vigorously until her smooth skin
glowed. She smiled to herself as she saw Crassus shifting impatiently from
foot to foot.

"OK", she said, fastening her shift back in place. "Lead on".

"Hmph. About time!"

They snaked their way through the spotless corridors in silence, until they
came to an ornately carved door, ten minutes late. Crassus pushed the heavy
portal open, and gestured for Leanore to precede him.

Leanore had thought that her rooms were luxurious, but they were like a lowly
peasant's hut in comparison to the Domina's private apartments. Thick,
expensive rugs were strewn about the floors with carefully planned abandon.
Exquisitely decorated hangings and paintings ornamented the walls, and the
tasteful collection of furniture spoke of master craftsmanship at every turn.
The air was scented with lavender and jasmine, and beautifully stained glass
filled the several windows.

Glazed windows were rare, and to have so many of them told of enormous wealth.

The sheer opulence of the place led Leanore, momentarily, to overlook the most
obvious feature.

No Guards.

Julia Domina lay on a sumptuous chaise richly upholstered in gold brocade and
jade velvet. Dressed in a short shift similar to Leanore's, her eyes were
fixed on Leanore's body, alight with quick intelligence as she languorously
pulled sweet grapes from a bunch with her perfect teeth.

"You are tardy". Her voice held no threat, no anger, and yet managed to
display her displeasure.

"Mistress, forgive me." Crassus began.

"I was hot and sweaty", Leanore interrupted. "I took a few minutes to get
cleaned up". She spoke as if to an equal, with no disrespect but without
subservience.

"Pity". The Domina's eyes never blinked, her gaze steady on the outlines of
Leanore's muscular body. "I might have liked you all dirty". She sighed.
"Never mind. Crassus, you may leave us".

"Mistress."

"Out!"

The old man backed hastily out of the room, leaving the two women alone for
the first time. Leanore stood in relaxed silence, letting the other woman
drink in the vision of her.

As before, Julia's gaze was an almost palpable thing, and Leanore was
conscious of a little tingle like static electricity under the alert scrutiny.
She shifted her feet slightly, feeling a growing moistness at her crotch.

The Domina took her time, letting her hot eyes take in every inch of the tall
gladiatrix's body, before speaking.

"I have news". She sat up gracefully, letting her shapely legs unfold over the
edge of the chaise. "You and I are going on a little trip. I've been talking
to promoters between here and Capitol, and you are booked to fight in every
arena between Galtex and the Hippodrome". Her eyes sought Leanore's. "You will
have your chance to make me proud".

Leanore met her gaze coolly and levelly.

"Let there be no misunderstanding between us, Domina. I have no intention of
making you proud. I fight for you because you have given me a better quality
of life than I would have otherwise. And, because I choose to continue that
life, I will try to win. But your pride has no bearing on what I do or do not
do. It's a matter of survival".

A momentary spark of anger flashed in the grey eyes, and was gone.

"Feisty!" The pink tip of her tongue showed briefly between her teeth. "I like
that. But do not presume too much. You may go too far. Besides". She stood up
and moved close. Very close. So close that the upper slopes of her breasts
rested against the lower curves of Leanore's as she gazed up into the
gladiatrix's face. "I'm not interested in your motives. You will fight for me,
you will make me lots of money and, by the by, you will make me proud. The
alternatives." She reached up and drew a scarlet fingernail along the line of
Leanore's jaw. "The alternatives do not bear thinking about".

Leanore swallowed hard before speaking.

"I see you have chosen not to have your guards present today".

"True. I think we know each other well enough to do without, don't you?" She
turned her back and leaned against Leanore's chest, ensuring her rounded
buttocks were in contact with the firm curves of the larger woman's thighs,
sending hot flushes through Leanore's groin, purring like a contented cat.
"But don't get any ideas. Try anything, and you won't leave the house alive".
She stepped away, suddenly business-like. "But let's not talk of such morbid
things. We have to plan our tour!"

"Domina". Leanore's voice was husky with welling desire. She cleared her
throat. "Don't take me for a fool. We both know that you already have this
trip planned to the smallest detail. Just tell me what you have in mind".

"It'll be splendid!" Julia was almost girlish in her enthusiasm. ""We'll stay
in the finest hostelries. We'll travel in style. Of course, it wouldn't be
seemly for us both to travel in the same carriage".

Leanore stiffened as she bit back a groan.

"I will not travel in that cart again", she said defiantly. The Domina seemed
truly shocked.

"Of course not! You shall have a wagon all to yourself. You and what's-
her-name, your bodyservant, of course".

"And speaking of Claudia, if she's to come with us you must see that her sons
are taken care of while we're away".

Julia whirled to face her, a dangerous spark in her eyes.

"Must I indeed? I warned you about presuming too much". Her face softened.
"But yes, I will. Only the best for my champion!"

"Don't count your chickens. I may not win".

"Whatever. Of course you'll win. And by the time we get to the Hippodrome,
your fame will have preceded you. Oh, what a tumultuous reception they'll give
us! Julia Domina, Patronne of Champions, and Leanore, Champion Gladiatrix!"

Despite herself, Leanore was getting caught up in the excitement.

"Sounds.interesting. I have to admit I'm quite looking forward to it. One
thing". She drew herself up and looked down on the aristocrat from her full
imposing height. "I want more freedom. I want to be able to be alone,
sometimes".

"That", the Domina said, returning Leanore's gaze under lowered brows, "all
depends on you. Prove yourself trustworthy, and we'll see". The look she gave
her was blatantly sexual. "Prove yourself in other ways, too. Have you seen my
bedroom?"

Leanore followed her pointing arm with her eyes, to a doorway covered by a
heavy velvet curtain. She felt just a little nervous, but let none of that
show in her voice.

"I don't believe I have". She allowed the elegant woman to take her hand and
lead her through the drapes. It was all she could do to prevent her jaw from
hitting the floor.

The room was like every other in all ways. But one.

A huge bed, almost as big as the combat matting in the gymnasium, dominated
the centre of the room. It was deep and soft and luxurious, canopied with
gauzy white muslin and swathed in fine silken sheets of deepest purple and,
Leanore was to find, incredibly comfortable.

She watched the redhead walk over to the bed. The woman moved sensuously and
sinuously, a provocative sway to her hips that fascinated Leanore. She licked
her lips, experiencing a peculiar, unfamiliar feeling of nervous excitement.
The woman did not frighten or intimidate her - it would have been incongruous
for her to be afraid - but feeling attraction for another woman was new to her
and made her slightly anxious. The apprehension of the unknown.

Julia reached the bed and sank onto its edge, leaning back on outstretched
arms with knees outspread. Her shift rode up to her hips, exposing an
intriguing triangle of silken underwear. She gave Leanore a smouldering look
and pointed at the floor between her feet.

"Come here".

Leanore raised an eyebrow. The corner of her mouth lifted in a quirky grin,
wondering what to do next. The Domina must have read her thoughts.

"First time". It was not a question. "Don't worry. It's far from mine. I'll
take care of you". She tilted her head, as if she was a coquettish young girl
instead of a rich and powerful aristocrat. "Come here".

Leanore moved forward to stand close, but not too close. She raised an arm to
stroke her own hair. The redhead leaned forward for a better view of the round
bicep.

"Mmm! I love your muscles! The way they move under your skin! You're so hard
and strong, but you're all woman, aren't you?" She reached up to stroke the
velvety hardness, letting her hand caress its way down to Leanore's hand as
the tall woman lowered her arm. She gripped the hand, and Leanore was
surprised at the firmness of her grasp. It must have showed on her face.

"Didn't think I had any strength of my own, did you?" Julia asked. "Thought I
was just a spoiled rich bitch, didn't you? I keep myself in shape". She lifted
the shift over her head, leaving her naked except for her satiny undergarment
and revealing a body that was sleek and toned. She raised two crooked arms,
displaying a pair of shapely biceps, and smiled. "What do you think of these?"

Leanore cupped a hand over one of the muscles and squeezed experimentally. It
was smooth and hard. She gave a nod of approval, letting her eyes inspect the
Domina's body with a professional eye. The shoulders were well shaped and
quite wide, and the proud, firm breasts rode unsupported on the chest. The
torso tapered to a narrow waist, where the flat belly flared into welcoming
hips and rounded muscly thighs. Leanore felt a fresh moistness growing inside
her at the sight.

Julia's skin was ivory white and unblemished, with a sprinkle of freckles
across her shoulders. Her hands loosened a clasp, and her red mane cascaded
down her back as she shook it out. Intense grey eyes bored into Leanore's
brown ones, full of promise. The gladiatrix had left her hand resting on the
other woman's arm and Julia still held her large hand in her slender one, and
Leanore noted with pleasure the contrast between her own dark skin and Julia's
pale complexion.

"You like what you see?" Julia sounded coy and playful, very different from
the aloof predator Leanore knew she could be. Leanore could only nod. "Come
closer".

The Domina drew her into the space between her knees, reaching up to release
the clasp of her shift. The soft material pooled around her feet, and Julia's
fingers unfastened the ties of her briefs. She gasped at the breathtaking
sight of Leanore's nudity. Her gaze fell on the glistening triangle of black
curls and she blew on them, ruffling them with her breath.

"I see you're nearly ready already" The Domina's voice was filled with lust.
She let her eyes wander up the long body, taking in every curve and contour.
Her gaze rested for a while on the segmented planes of Leanore's belly, before
moving upwards to linger on the perfect orbs of her breasts, riding high on
her solid pectoral slabs. "Gods, you're beautiful!"

"As are you, Domina", Leanore replied breathily, able to find her voice for
the first time in minutes. She felt an urgent trembling inside as the mutual
sexuality of the two women made its effect on her. She caught her breath as
Julia's hands gripped the hard twin globes of her buttocks, and clasped the
woman's head between her hands, pulling her face against her belly. Julia ran
her tongue around the rim of her navel, making little noises in appreciation
of the taste, and ground her cheek against the smooth flesh.

Leanore's hands ran down the silky skin of Julia's back, drawing her nails
across the firm softness. The Domina shivered with pleasure, and bit gently at
Leanore's silky belly. Her abdomen tensed in response, and Julia found her
nose squashed tight against an unyielding board of muscle. A muffled laugh
caused Leanore to hold the woman's head away from her, smiling down into a
lovely face framed with tousled red.

With a lascivious grin, Julia slid away across the purple silkiness of the
sheets. Raising her hips, she removed her underwear, flicking the flimsy
garment across the room with a foot and lay, spreadeagled and inviting,
beckoning Leanore to join her.

For such a tall and powerful woman, Leanore moved with extraordinary grace.
Like a great panther she moved over the mattress, creeping between Julia's
spread legs until she mantled over the woman like a hawk over its prey. Julia
squirmed with a mixture of awe and delight at the sight of the gorgeous
amazonian female hanging above her. Leanore supported herself on one arm as
she traced the outline of Julia's luscious lips with a fingertip, while the
Domina reached up and fondled Leanore's firm breasts.

"'S that nice?" Julia sighed, arching her back to brush Leanore's sensitive
pudenda with her own. The black and red curls mingled and rubbed together.

"Mmm". Leanore was incapable of coherent speech right at that moment. Strange
thrills coursed through her body and her erect nipples throbbed almost
painfully. Her supporting arm began to tremble, not through fatigue, but due
to the intense excitement she was feeling. She reached down with her free hand
and caressed the proud globes of Julia's breasts, sending a delicious shiver
through the redhead.

"How can you hold yourself on one arm so long? And you body is so rigid, only
your hand and your toes are touching the bed. Relax".

Leanore lowered herself slowly, eventually lying full length atop the luscious
woman, but still holding herself stiff and supporting mosy of her weight on
her arms and feet, afraid to hurt the Domina.

"Relax, I said!" There was a slight edge to Julia's voice. "You won't hurt me.
Come on!" Rather gingerly, Leanore relaxed until her full weight rested along
the length of the other woman's body, delighted to find that it inconvenienced
her not at all. "See?" Julia smiled right into her face. "I told you I was
stronger than you think". She squirmed under the heavy weight. "Mmm! I love
the feel of your weight on me".

Leanore was feeling bolder, now. Her head was a few inches above Julia's, and
her feet extended several inches beyond Julia's painted toes. She had to bend
her head down, but she brushed the full red lips with her own.

Julia responded immediately, clasping the back of Leanore's head with one hand
and crushing her lips against Leanore's and forcing her tongue between the
gladiatrix's teeth. Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then more
urgently, striving and sliding over each other like the viper's mating dance.
Their pelvises ground against each other and Julia's hands ran over Leanore's
back and shoulders, fingers probing each separation and mound of deep, firm
muscle. She explored every inch she could reach until, finally, her fingers
found Leanore's tightly packed buttocks. Viciously, she dug in her nails as
hard as she could. The points of pressure made no impression on the hard
gluteals, but the sharp nails pierced the skin painfully.

Leanore sucked air through her teeth and bit firmly on Julia's tongue, just
enough to remind the woman who was the stronger, here. Both women moaned in
heightened excitement. Their breasts flattened against their chests as they
strove against each other, Julia pinned beneath the powerful body above her.

The smaller woman began to push against Leanore's shoulders. Thinking she was
about to suffocate, Leanore raised her weight from her body, breaking the kiss
and looking down curiously.

"Move here", Julia instructed. "Now get on your side, and part your legs.
That's it. Now, I move here and.do you see?"

Julia had manoeuvred their bodies so that they lay with their heads at
opposite ends of the bed. She lay between the larger woman's legs so that they
interlocked, their moist vulvas touching. She moved gently back and forth.

"Oh, yes", Leanore breathed. "I see".

"Good, isn't it?" Julia's voice was husky with passion. She pulled even
tighter into Leanore's crotch, using the dark woman's muscular leg to brace
herself, and moved more urgently. The wet lips of two vaginas slid hungrily
against each other in the most delectable kiss that ever was. Two clitorises,
both swollen with the blood of passion, touched together. A shudder ran
through their bodies as a wave of tingling pleasure washed through them.

Leanore quickly got into the rhythm, and moved her own hips in counter- time.
The soft flesh of inner thighs, one pair ebony the other ivory, warmed their
bellies and glided over the silky skin of their torsos. Leanore's strong hand
closed around Julia's ankle, tight enough to cause wonderful pain, and pulled
Julia's slippery vulva even closer to her own. She released the grip, and the
straplike muscles of her forearms stood out in relief as her fists clenched,
blanching her knuckles and digging her nails into her palms while she moaned
and shivered in delight.

"Ohhh, gods!" Julia sighed. "So-o-o good! You have no idea how good it feels
to lie between two legs as strong as yours. Oh! That's right! Do that again!"

Using her incredible muscle control, Leanore had sent waves of contraction
down the insides of her thighs. The effect was that Julia felt as if she was
being massaged between two giant hands, the wave of pressure starting at her
groin and traversing up her abdomen and across her chest. It was a wonderful
sensation.

"Ye-e-es!" Julia began to move faster, desperately grinding her hot, wet
tunnel mouth against Leanore's. The big woman responded, matching the
patronne's urgency. Their juices were flowing freely, now, and a pair of
vulvae slipped and slid over each other, while the hard buttons of their
clitorises bumped and rubbed together.

Leanore almost screamed aloud as she felt a shuddering wave of ecstasy rising
inside. She began to pant and moan, striving and thrusting her pelvis against
Julia's leg. The moist friction sent great spasms of pleasure through her
whole being.

"Oh, wait, wait!" Julia urged, sensing the climax building inside her partner.
"Wait for me! Oh my! I'm coming! Hold on! Ohh-h-h!"

At the critical point, everything happened as it should. Both women reached
orgasm simultaneously, stiffening into a kind of ecstatic rigor while the
tidal waves of climax ripped through them. It seemed to go on and on until
both thought they could stand no more, spasms and contractions wracking their
bodies and exploding in heavenly bursts in their brains.

Finally, the waves began to subside and they began to relax, moaning in deep,
joyous release and giving little spasmodic twitches in time with the little
popping climaxes that seized them in the afterglow.

At last, they collapsed panting, breasts heaving as they sucked in air. Their
vaginas still kissed gently, and they lay spliced together as they basked in
the warm afterglow. Leanore muttered something in her own language.

"What was that?" Julia asked.

"I said, that was the best ever".

"Best ever? Better than a man?"

"Not better. Different. But as good, in its own way. I never realised it could
be like that with another woman".

"Well". Julia Domina beamed a wide smile up the length of Leanore's leg. "Now
you do".