Narella the Gladiator - At the Summer Games
By TheSword
Narella, recovered from injuries in the arena, has traveled to the Summer Games in Trikkala for her next fight


Continuing on from:
Narella the Gladiator - "Narella fights a Gladiator" and "Travelling
to the Summer Games"


The following should not be read by those under eighteen, those who
do not want to read about violence and sex and those squeamish about
death by the sword.
Forget about so-called Gladiators that hit each other with soft
rubber things and are dressed like American footballers! Narella is
the real thing!





Narella had set out from Tegea on her own, carrying her worldly goods
in a small back pack. Her most important possession strapped around
her narrow waist, her sword. Her sword is her living as she travels
between cities fighting in the arena. Her meager earnings go back
home to keep her family. On the way she met two brothers, Descius and
Ledix, who wanted to cause her some mischief until she persuaded them
otherwise - behave or die.
She adopted them as travelling companions and they paid her way and
carried her few things. She soon discovered that they were also
amazing at pleasuring her in bed, each instinctively working together
to give her maximum arousal and the most earth-shattering orgasms -
Narella liked a lot of sex and these two seemed to be able to keep up
with her appetite for it - well, almost!

The wounds she had received in her last fight had needed forty crude
stitches. A puckered scar ran across her side and her biceps to add
to all the others she had collected during two years of fighting. She
intended to find a good gladiator school and get back into serious
training. She could afford it after winning a fight on the way to
Tikkala.
Descius and Ledix find some lodgings in Tikkala, the Games are still
six weeks away and there's still plenty of room in city.
A school is advertising for female gladiators. The eventual pay is
good (if she survives) but the training expensive.
The school is mixed although out of forty gladiators only twelve are
female. The women are all smaller and less experienced than Narella
so they look on her as their older sister and queue up to try and
beat her in the practice sessions.
Narella spends most of her time living and sleeping at the school
although she gets out to see her 'boys' sometimes.
The training is hard but Narella knows that her life depends on
getting in top condition and improving her swordplay. Competition is
tough at the Games and only the strongest and luckiest fighters
survive for long.
Training begins early each morning and the day is split into two hour
sessions of pumping iron, weapons practice and fighting. The first
week Narella is black and blue from bruises received in the mock
fighting with wooden weapons. Every muscle in her body aches. She is
even too tired for any sex except some half-hearted masturbating and
a poor orgasm before falling into an exhausted sleep.
After a few weeks though she begins to improve and is the first to
begin training against the larger male gladiators.

At the end of six weeks she feels a different person. Her swordplay
is even more confident, she has learnt to fight with spears and fight
with knives. She has improved her wrestling and is regularly seen
beating the larger males - the females are no match for her any
more.
She has lost fat but put on nearly a stone more muscle. Her muscles
are massive and shredded, each fiber and vein showing through her
thin, suntanned skin. She is still obviously a women; she still has
the curves, the firm, pert tits, blond hair and mesmerising eyes.

The two brothers notice the difference and worship her with even
more fervour, if that were possible. The only cloud in their lives
is the real possibility that she might soon be dead, cut down in the
arena.
A couple of nights before the Games they ask her if she minded
knowing that she would die in the arena one day, maybe even the day
after tomorrow.
"I don't mind as long as I have a worthy opponent and I die quickly"
"Aren't you afraid when you face an opponent who wants to kill you?"
"Not really. I'm too excited and hyped up. I probably wouldn't even
notice a sword in my guts at first. I've seen that with those I've
killed - they're not usually in pain, just shock and surprise when
they see my blade buried in them. Blood loss or suffocation is the
first thing they notice"
"What about your family? Who'll look after them?"
"They'll have to look after themselves. Anyway my earnings are pretty
slim and it's difficult to get money to them so they might not
notice"
"We don't want to lose you, Narella"
"Well you'll have to face it when it happens. I live for the now so
stop being morbid and see how many orgasms I can have tonight"
So the two brothers set to work pleasuring her, perhaps for the last
time. She never stopped being instantly aroused by the loving
attention of their four hands and two mouths. The two brothers though
always tossed to see who had which half of Narellas magnificent body.
The loser got the lower part and if he was unlucky got his head
crushed between enormous muscular thighs as Narella orgasmed. Ledix
'lost' the toss that night. The brothers know it might be their last
time with this amazing woman and aim to please her especially
tonight. Poor Ledix is busy with his tongue between Narellas thighs,
flicking in and out of her swollen lips while massaging her clit. He
senses her coming and works even harder. Suddenly his head is being
crushed and his body lifted as Narella orgasms powerfully, her juices
run onto his face as he passes out.
He comes to being gently stroked by Narella.
"My poor little boy, did you get your head in the way of that nasty
gladiators thighs again, then?"
"Umm" is all he could manage.
"How would you like to fuck the nasty gladiator hard and deep, then?"
"Hey?" in all the weeks the brothers had known her and pleasured her
she had never let them enter her.
"Do you want to fuck me or not, you wimp?"
"Yes.. Gods, Narella, of course"
"What about me?" asked Descius
"Later" replies Narella and kicks him off the bed with a powerful
push from her muscular legs.
Narella knows that this might be her last night of sex before dying
and she wants to thank her 'boys' for the pleasure they have given
her.
She is suprisingly gentle with him to start with but the hornier she
gets the rougher she gets. Ledix doesn't mind, he's in heaven.
"Come on inside, Ledix. Don't be shy"
She guides his rock hard rod deep into her warm, wet cunt and he
feels her powerful vaginal muscles massaging him. He thrusts deeply,
moaning with pleasure at the feeling of power in this woman's special
place. He savours the close contact with her wonderful body and soon
comes with strong thrusts, spurting his spunk deep into her, Narellas
muscles squeezing and milking him. She hadn't had a man in her for so
long that she orgasms at the sensation, tossing Ledix about as she
does so.
Next it is Descius' turn and she treats him to heaven as well.
Dripping juices and spunk from her cunt she then starts on Ledix
again followed by Descius. After her ninth orgasm she lies satisfied,
muscular body sweating, breathing deeply from the exertion and falls
into a deep sleep.

The next day was to be a rest day. The following day she was being
paid to fight alongside nine of the women in her gladiator school.
They were being matched against ten males. She was pretty sure that
the youngest women gladiator would quickly be killed, she was strong
but her co-ordination was hopeless. That means they might find it
nine females against ten males and they could all die then. They had
spent the last week polishing tactics but the youngster was
definitely a liability.
She awakes early in the morning to prepare herself for the days
fight. After eating well she jogs down to the school to meet the
other combatants. The whole city is alive with anticipation and there
is a festive feeling in the air.
The ten chosen women strip down, oil each others bodies, and then put
on their gear. Knee high boots protect large, diamond calf muscles,
short
chainmail loincloth protect genitals and a wide leather belt protects
their lower abdomens. Each has armour on one arm and the forearm of
their sword arm. Breasts are supported and protected with chainmail
although Narella prefers not to bother - her breasts are small and
firm and she knows a bit of mail isn't going to save her from a good
sword thrust. A plumed helmet partly protects their thick neck and
traps.
They go out into the exercise yard where Descius and Ledix are
waiting. At the sight of these amazon gladiators they nearly cum on
the spot.
"Are you pleased to see us Ledix or is that a sword you've got hidden
in there?" teases Narella
"Gods, Narella, you look amazing. You look even bigger and more
ripped today than yesterday"
"Just a good breakfast, Ledix"
"Don't get killed today, Narella"
"Don't start that again, Descius. If I die today then I'll die happy
doing what I live for. I'll keep an eye on you from Hades if you
like"
They make their way to the enormous arena to wait their turn to
fight. They are second of the combat teams.
The first teams of ten, all male, line up facing each other. The horn
sounds and they rush at each other, swords raised high. The air rings
to the clash of steel. As one fighter goes down his opponent attacks
another who might already be fighting an opponent. These battles are
bloody and can be over very quickly when one side becomes
outnumbered.
Usually the winning side is that which makes the first kill. In less
than three minutes the ground is littered with sixteen dying or dead
gladiators. Only four victorious men stand, breathing heavily, blood
dripping from swords as their side is declared winner of the round.
They run round the arena once and exit past Narella and her fellow
fighters.
Round one to the East wing.
Bodies are dragged to the edge of the arena and those still alive are
finished off with a quick spear thrust. The bloodied sand is raked
and the next contestants are announced.
Narella and her fellow amazons jog into the arena to a mixture of
catcalls, applause and booing. Their opponents enter from the West
wing.
'This is it, then' thinks Narella, 'In a few minutes I'll be dead
or thirty silver pieces richer'
She is shaking with excitement and anticipation. Her erect nipples
rub painfully against the chainmail and she can feel her juices
running down her thighs and can even detect the musky smell from the
other female gladiators. She has placed herself next to the youngest
gladiator in the hope of keeping her alive a little longer if she
can. The young woman is also shaking - but in anticipation that she
is almost certainly going to die in a few minutes time. The opposing
team of males don't look too daunting but she knows that appearances
can deceive.
The horn sounds and the two teams run at each other. With a crash
they meet in the middle. Swords crash on sword. Swords thud on armour
or exposed flesh. Narella uses some deft swordplay to slip past
her opponents defenses and catch him low in the guts. Narella is
briefly distracted by a scream from the youngster next to her as a
sword is driven into her muscular chest. 'Poor kid' thinks Narella,
'all that muscle but no skill'. She sidesteps a thrust from her
wounded opponent and meets him with her blade which she buries deep
in his chest. She just has time to withdraw her sword when the
nearest male gladiator, having pulled his sword out of the fatally
wounded young amazon, attacks Narella.
She soon has his measure and, thinking he is still fighting someone
unskilled, he soon makes a mistake. Before he knows it Narellas blade
has slashed his throat. She watches in dismay as a comrade has
her abdomen ripped open and goes down clutching at her spilling
intestines, her powerful abdominal muscles convulsing, blood and
stinking fluids cascading down her massive thighs. Narella attacks
her killer and catches him unawares and he goes down with his own
abdomen cut open.
Narella sees four fellow gladiators dying on the ground but only five
opponents left. They can win this. She helps a fellow gladiator to
kill one more opponent and then suddenly there are six female
gladiators standing amongst fourteen bodies. Three of their fellows
are dead, only convulsing weakly now but the gutted gladiator is
still conscious. Seeing the pain and distress of her dying comrade
Narella breaks the rules by finishing her off with a thrust to her
neck. The injured amazon goes rigid and then begins to kick and her
powerful muscles twitch in her death-throes as her intestines slide
out onto the sand.
Two rounds to the East wing.
Now would begin the individual contests. Narella would normally have
gone for these contests but she had been offered good money to be in
the female gladiator team today. She supposed they weren't expected
to survive to collect their winnings - she hadn't been too sure
herself. She would definitely fight in the singles tomorrow, though.

Her brief display of mercy when she finished off the gutted amazon
caused trouble later for Narella. It was counted as injuring or
killing her own side and meant a fine or a flogging. As Narella was
a free gladiator she could only be fined but found herself hustled
into a small cell beneath the arena by a large, nasty-looking piece
of work who appeared to want to give her a flogging anyway. Apart
from the obvious pain she didn't want bruises stiffening her as she
had just entered herself for single combat tomorrow.
He pins her arms behind her back and rips off her top to expose her
muscled torso. He was strong, she was going to have trouble with this
one. Fortunately he was also slow and when he reaches for some rope
she breaks from his grip, punches him in the stomach and makes for
the door. He grabs her and slams her face into the door. Dazed she
sinks to her knees. Crack. Narella cries out as a whip bites into her
muscular back. Crack. 'Fuck, he's using a metal-tipped whip' she
thinks. Staggering to her feet and turning to face him he catches her
across the chest and with a howl of pain she sees her right breast
bleeding.
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you for that" she threatens.
Her captor says nothing and raises his whip again. Quick as she can
Narella gets inside his reach and slams one powerful leg into his
groin and, as he doubles up, her other knee hits him hard under the
chin. With a grunt he goes down, out cold. She drags his bulk to the
rack and ties him face down, arms and legs spread as he wanted to do
to her. He comes round slowly.
"Why did you want to make Narella mad, slug? She doesn't like strange
men whipping her"
He just grunts again.
"Talkative aren't you. Never mind I don't feel like talking. I'm
going to do to you what you were going to do to me"
With that she brings the whip down viciously ten times in quick
succession on his back. He jumps at each stroke and lets out a
muffled cry.
"Comfortable now, slug? How many were you going to give me?"
He says nothing.
"I'm just going to have to guess then" and she thrashes him another
ten times. By now his back is bleeding and he is whimpering.
Suddenly the door crashes open and Narella whirls round.
"Are you okay, Narella?" Ledix and Descius say in unison
"We heard that you were in trouble. A boy we know saw you being
dragged in here"
"She looks okay, Ledix. Just enjoying herself as usual"
Then Descius notices her bleeding breast and the wheal marks on her
chest "You're hurt Narella. You're bleeding. What's he done to you"
"Nothing to what I've done to him, Descius. Come on, let's get out of
here and you can kiss this better for me"
"My pleasure"
She goes out ahead of them
"Gods, your back, your beautiful back is bleeding as well"
"I've suffered worse, Ledix. Come on. Home!"

The next day Narella was feeling stiff from her injuries despite the
'boys' efforts at massage. The trouble is they kept making her so
damned horny that they all ended up massaging the wrong bits. After
her third orgasm she realised she'd just have to sleep on it. The
trouble is she couldn't sleep on her whipped back as she preferred
and her cut tit was too painful to let her lie on her front so she
ended lying on one side for the whole night.
Although she joked about it she was seriously worried about her state
and thought it very likely she would die today in the arena. It all
depended on whether her opponent had also had a bad night! As it
turned out, he had and awakened with a hangover after celebrating
a victory yesterday.

She makes her way to the arena followed by her faithful 'boys'. They
are very subdued knowing she might die today.
She is fifth pair in line to fight and it is an hour before she is
called. As she approaches the arena entrance the bloodied body of
the previous contestant is dragged in.
She steps out into the arena to loud applause.
The crowd go wild as she slips off her cloak to reveal her stunningly
muscled body. Wearing boots, leather G-string, wide leather belt,
chainmail sleeve on her left arm and helmet she flexes her enormous
biceps. Large pecs push forward her small but firm breasts, wide lats
taper to her narrow waist, lumps of muscle make up her abdominals.
Old and fresh scars run across her flanks, chest and stomach -
reminders of the hard fights she has won. The fresh weals from the
whip look red and angry today.

Her opponent enters from the other side and she recognises him. She
has recently fought in practice against him in the gladiator school -
and lost. 'Shit! At least I know some of his weaknesses and he might
be over-confident' she thinks to herself 'he's also well muscled,
strong and fast. Shit again! Oh, well Narella you're going to die
sometime so it may as well be against a good opponent. Let's hope he
does it quickly and cleanly'

They are each handed their swords and as they face each other waiting
for the command to fight she feels the familiar arousal, only more
so, as she is convinced she is about to die. Her nipples stand erect
and she feels the dampness between her legs at the thought. His
arousal is obvious too; his shaft rock-hard in his jock. 'I'm going
to have a good fight on my hands today' he thinks and his muscular
body trembles in anticipation of the kill.
The horn blows and they approach each other warily.
"I shall enjoy killing you for real, Narella. You're a good fighter -
for a woman"
"Don't be so sure it isn't I who's going to do the killing, Bracum"
He aims a blow at her neck and she parries it, then quickly returns a
cut to his arm which he stops. This goes on for a couple of minutes
until Bracum says "we must give the crowd better value for their
money than this, Narella"
"Stuff the crowd" she replies and makes a feint for his chest which
he anticipates and blocks. Her injuries from the whipping slows her
and when he feints for Narellas abdomen but carries it through she is
too slow to react and feels his sword slice into her abdominal
muscle. She jumps back preventing the blade from going in deeper than
an inch but the blood courses down her lower abdomen soaking her wet,
swollen pussy and dribbling on down her thighs into her boots. The
crowd go wild at the sight of her blood.
'Shit! This is it. I'm going to die. He's going to wear me down until
I make a mistake again or faint from loss of blood' she thinks.
"Damn you, you bastard! I'm not going to die so easily"
Suddenly furious, she attacks with renewed vigor and Bracum is put on
the defensive as she hammers at him. Stroke after stroke he avoids
until he suddenly feels a blow to his side and sees Narellas sword
buried inches deep in him.
"Bitch!" he cries as Narella takes advantage and drives her steel
into his midriff. He lets out a gasp and with a look of shock on his
handsome face he clutches at the sword buried in him. As Narella
pulls it out the razor-sharp edge slices his hands but he does not
notice - he knows he's dead meat.
"You bitch! You've killed me!" he gasps
"Well, I'm not ready to die yet, Bracum"
"Your quite a girl, Narella. Sorry about your wound. Hope it
heals soon" His breath rattles as his ruined diaphragm tries to draw
air into his lungs.
"Good bye Bracum. See you in Hades" and she drives her sword deep
into his chest and leaves it there. He collapses, kicking and
twitching briefly, his wounds gaping and bleeding into the sand at
Narellas feet.

She staggers off to rapturous applause from the crowd although a lot
of them had lost money on their bets.
Her faithful Ledix and Descius are waiting for her, over the moon at
her survival.
"I might die yet if I don't get this wound patched up quick". She
didn't know how much blood she'd lost but her boots were full and
she'd left a trail behind her. The wound was bleeding steadily and
she reckoned she'd lost a couple of pints. Also infection was a big
risk.
"I'll go to" she starts to say and then passes out. Ledix catches
her or at least tries to but, as she weighs three stone more than
him, he at least cushions her fall!

She comes to later in their digs, the two 'boys' fussing over her.
Someone has done a good job of stitching and patching her up but she
knows it'll be weeks before the stiffness in her sliced abdominal
muscle would let up. She'd had a similar stab wound a year or more
ago a little higher up. An old scar showed where the spear had gone
in - she'd been a bare inch away from a slow death then as well
although she hadn't bled so much as this time.
'After all those weeks of hard training I fight twice and I'm laid up
again' she thinks in frustration. 'I want to fight, die if I have to,
not lie in bed' she thinks but eventually resigns herself to the fact
that she won't be fit to fight again for some time to come.
'Perhaps I should retire from the arena' she thinks to herself 'I
could train gladiators. But then again' and falls back into a deep
dreamless sleep.


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