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It was the first time Roxane saw one of the big cities her uncle had told her about. He had seen one as a young man and had told the young rabbits in her village about its wonders. But the young girl had hoped that she would see one under other circumstances. Not tight to four other slaves, with whom she had been walking over the dusty road towards her new live as a slave for the past few days.

The people payed little attention to the newcomers, a curious look here, a gleeful grin there, that was all. And the wonders of the city? They saw little of it until they reached the slave market. It was a dark building, heavily guarded and equipped with dozens of cells. There, the young rabbit girl saw one elegant dressed man in his tunic, quite the opposite to her dirty traveling clothes, but she had little time to examine him, since they all were dragged into one of the cells, which was locked behind them.

How much time had passed? Roxane wasn't sure, here was only a tiny window and the light that fell in showed her that it couldn't have been more than two hours until one of the hyena guards opened the door, pointed at her and waved her over. She had no choice but to follow him and a short walk later, she was in a bureau with a sturdy, elder fox. The male didn't even bother to stand up as she came in. Why should he? She was a slave now after all right? Her family had sold her, needing the money to pay their debts. She had no rights anymore.

"Roxane is it right?" he said, looking at some writing tablet. "Yes." She said and added "Dominus." Lowering her head as she had learned it was fitting. "So, I am Placius and I have the ungrateful task to find a new owner for you useless scoffers." Roxane kept her gaze lowered, she knew that she had skills, she was good at gathering food, and a halfway decent cook, but would that be useful? "Surprisingly, there are actually a few who showed interest in purchasing a slave like you." The slaver Placius continued: "I'm not sure if you would like to work on a farm to the north from here. It would be hard work and the owner, well, he seems to be in need of new slaves a little bit more often than others." Roxane shuddered and the slaver continued as if he hadn't noticed her reaction: "Also, the tanners here seem to be short of workers, not the cleanest work, but at least selling you to them would regain me some of my investment." Roxane wasn't sure which fate was worse. "Oh, and here is just one more." He picked up another tablet: "But I'm not sure if they would be happy with you." "Wh- why not?" She dared to ask and earned a cold look from Placius: "They look for females with special skills." He let the words sink in for a moment, then continued: "Have you ever been with a male before?" Roxane's cheeks flashed underneath her grey fur, actually, she was a bit proud about how experienced she was compared to some of those naive girls in her village, but she had a guess why he wanted to know that: "Yes Dominus." She said truthfully. "Well, then I'm sure you will do for this job." "What job?" Roxane asked. "You need to learn to only talk when asked, but okay, we will bring you to the local gladiator school, there, you will help the fighters to relax after their show. I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about." He grinned evil and Roxane shivered again, yes, she knew what that meant.

Early the next morning, Placius, one of his armed guards and Roxane made their way towards the western outskirts of the town. It was a dirty, busy part of the town, merchants were offering their good on the street, soldiers were gambling or losing their money for wine and women, workers were busy carrying their goods from one place to another. And then she saw it. The huge amphitheater, towering over the houses and workshops. Impressive and overawing. But their goal wasn't the arena itself; it was a wide, but low building next to it. Small windows and massive walls showed the purpose of it: It was the gladiator school. After exchanging a few words with the guard in front of the building, Roxane was pretty sure it was an ex-gladiator too, the door opened and the small group stepped in.

An alligator female rushed towards them: "Placius, old crook, nice to see you!" She embraced the slaver with enthusiasm. What an unusual person. She was that tall, her arms strong like those of a galley slave, her shoulders broad, yet she had feminine curves, accented nicely by her simple leather clothes, which resembled a kind of armor. Could it be that she was a gladiator too? Or rather, had been one?

"And this is Roxane?" she said with a smile. "Yes, I hope she meets your expectations." Placius answered after he had gotten free from the females embrace. "Don't worry girl, if you behave properly, you'll have a good life. I am your new domina, Arthema. I run this place." Roxane bowed like she had learned it was the right way to act for a slave. Arthema scratched her chin: "You want a good amount of money for her." "But she's worth it." Placius answered: "Roxane, strip!" he ordered. Hesitating for a moment, looking towards Placius for some help that wouldn't come, Roxane finally did as she was told, letting her cheap clothes drop to the floor, fighting down the urge to cover herself with her hands. Arthema examined her for a while, letting her gaze travel up and down the slender form of the nude mammal: "Turn around." Her voice was friendly, but allowed no objection. Slowly, Roxane turned, it was embarrassing, but at least she was sure that what those people would see, they would enjoy, she was in pretty good shape and that small bunny tuft made the men wild. "Yes, I think I could have use for a slave like her. Tell me, have you ever been with a man?" The young girl blushed underneath her fur: "Y- yes domina." "You he made, like they say, love with you?" "Ah, yes domina." "What positions have you tried?" "I- I don't understand." this was so embarrassing, Roxane kneaded her hands. The memories of the things she had done in her hut with her ex came back to her: "Ah yes, well, I lay on the bed and he was on top of me." She blushed bright read: "And then, well, I ? I was on my hands and feet- "Hmm, okay, I think I got the idea, well, I'm sure you can pretty well use your experiences and you will even learn a few new things." "I assume you used your mouth before?" It was obvious to what Arthema was referring. Roxane looked down, trying to focus on her hands, nodding slightly. The gator woman laughed once more: "This is hilarious, no need to feel embarrassed about it." then she turned to the slaver: "So Placius, she is still little more than a raw diamond, how much do you really want for her?"

After the money was exchanged, the slaver and the domina talked for a while longer and Roxane had the chance to look around a bit. Behind the archway, there was an open space. She saw a well and some devices, most likely for training purposes. An old oak granted some shadow. Three warriors were training with wooden swords. The square was surrounded by the grey building itself, from the outside, she couldn't see what they were for, but there were a couple of doors leading to the different parts of the building.

"So, shall we get started?" Arthema brought Roxane back to reality. She hadn't even noticed that Placius had left and she simply nodded towards the alligator female. "Come with me then."

Arthema really was the owner of the gladiator school. In her younger years, she had been a slave herself, one of the few female gladiators. And apparently, she had been rather successful. After many years, she had not only earned the money to buy her freedom, but enough to found this school to train her own gladiators. But it wasn't just a school, it was also the home of those gladiators and a workshop of its own. They produced their own food, repaired their own weapons and, as Roxane had already been expecting, they provided entertainment for the warriors.

"This is your room." Arthema smiled proud. And really, Roxane was surprised, compared with the tiny clay-hut her family had been living it, this was pure luxury. The room had two relatively big windows, though an iron cross over each of them made sure that she wouldn't climb out of them. There was a simple cabinet, a dresser and of course, a big bed. The bed had nice, white sheets, a tiny mirror, brush and some jars for cosmetics were on the dresser and since one door was open, Roxane could see no less than three dresses in the cabinet. "After a while, you can get your own stuff, as long as you don't have that, these shall do." Arthema said. Then they went through the daily routine, when food was served, who was in charge of all those small things in the house, where she was allowed to go and where not. "I assume you know what your job will be?" Arthema said, looking down at Roxane. "Yes domina." Then, the alligator gave her new property an encouraging, almost warm smile: "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get along nicely here. Now take some rest, get settled here, and then, after sunset, you will have a guest."

The rest of the day passed surprisingly quickly. Roxane met a few other slaves, but most were too busy to exchange more than just a few words with her, then, she tried on the dresses she found in her room. They were nice, not really made for her, but one black gown with neat embroideries she liked very much. She used the powder she found to dye her fur in a slightly lighter grey and she brushed her ears to make the fur there look more shiny. If she had to do this job, she wanted to do it good.

As the sun was setting, it knocked at her door. Roxane, still sitting in front of her dresser, whirled around, she was so nervous! With trembling hands, she rearranged her red, silken dress, the one she had found in her dresser, the one that left little to imagination: "Please come in." As the door was opened, a young feline stepped in. Judging from his ears and the short tail, it must have been a lynx. He was sturdier than most felines and the leather armor he wore only added to his dangerous look. But she had to admit, with his strong arms and the silken short fur, he was a handsome young male. She tried to give him her warmest smile: "Well hello, I am Roxane." "I am the Murillo." The male answered, giving her his profession in the arena instead of his real name. She noticed his gaze wandering over her body, it made her nervous, it was as if she was suddenly his prey, then again, she must have done things right if she caused this reaction.

The Murillo stepped in, closing the door behind him, grinning, as he opened the leather straps of his armor and let it drop to the floor. He was now only wearing his apron, showing his strong chest with pride. Maybe she should have been scared at the sight, but she had to admit, he did look really handsome and he moved like the warrior he was. With just a few steps, he bridged the distance between them, one strong arm wrapping around her waist, one hand holding her neck, as he pulled her, forcing his kiss upon her lips.

For a moment, she struggled, hesitated, but that seemed to only encourage him further. Realizing what her job here was, she quickly gave in, opening her lips to let his tongue in, which played and explored, encouraging her to join in ? and she did.

Wasting no time, an eager hand wandered under her mini-dress traveling up her thighs. His touch hit her like lightning as one finger brushed over her sex and she closed her eyes, kissing him back with a sudden, not yet known passion. Feeling her body responding, she leaned in closer against her first customer, her heart beating faster now. Was she really that easily to arouse? Apparently so, and what did that make her? She didn't know, but it didn't really matter. If that was her new job now, why not enjoy it?

That hand moved back and forth, stimulating Roxane, making her legs tremble and a disappointed sigh escape her, as the warrior moved his hand away. He broke the kiss: "Hmm, you are a naughty slut, aren't you?" He made a step back and loosened his belt, letting the last remains of his clothes drop to the floor. Her gaze was transfixed upon his manhood, he was a handsome guy. And he was already ready for this kind of fight. Knowing what to do, Roxane reached behind her, opening her dress and letting it fall to the floor as well. The male only took a moment to admire her young body, and then grinned: "Yes, I'm going to enjoy you."

He moved back towards her, his fingers stroking her silken fur, as his lips closed around her nipple, making it hard in no time, causing Roxane to bite softly upon her lip. She didn't remember that this felt so good the first time she had experienced it, but at least now it did. And it was the same as he moved to her other breast. But he gave her little time to enjoy the sensation; again his strong arms embraced her and more or less threw her onto the bed.

Panting fast, she raised her lead, only to see him closing in on her like the predator he was. He pushed her legs apart, his hands once more traveling up her thighs, and then he was on top of her, pinning her down with his weight and kissing her again, fierce and determined now. Roxane moaned into their kiss as she felt him penetrating into her tight body without further warning. She was surprised that he moved so swiftly, so easily, it was an almost overwhelming sensation, not romantic, not tender, but good, carnal mating. He pulled back, then in again, more powerful this time, making her groan into their kiss as he buried himself fully into her.

Holding her slender young body tight, the lynx started to move back and forth inside of her, his tongue playing with her neck as he did, his groans hot in her ear. It felt good, very good and she realized that her body was made to enjoy such. Soon, she moved back against him, her hips meeting his with each new thrust.

Not long, and she felt him tremble and shake, his movements becoming more erratic. And she herself felt her own pleasure growing to new highs, moaning in need, she threw her head to the side, his hot member again and again moving in, spreading her, brushing against her tender inner flesh, yes, it felt wonderful!

With a loud hiss, the lynx pushed hard into her, then his hot seed shot into her body, making her moan in lust as she felt him cum deep inside of her, her upper body pressed against her breasts, as she held him there, gyrating her hips, wanting to feel him as good as she could.

Roxane's eyes followed the lynx as he rolled away from her, slipping from her body, making the young rabbit sigh in disappointment. He had made her feel good and even though it was just her job, she had enjoyed it, but not as much as he did apparently. As he got up, Roxane followed him with her eyes, her paw wandering over her heated body. She soon found that sensitive spot and watching him dress again, she started to caress herself. She had done this before, a couple of time in dark nights, alone in her hut, but never before when someone else was in the room, she felt proud as she noticed him paying soon more attention to her moans and wriggling movements on the bed then to his clothes, and panting hard, she felt her peak rising within no time.

Moving her fingers in small circles, she tensed and shook, the pleasure washing through her already aroused body soon becoming unbearable: "I- I'm cumming!" She cried out as she was washed away by her orgasm, bucking and bending on her bed, the lynx watching her the entire time.

When she came down again, her chest rising and falling, sweat drenching her soft fur, the lynx grinned at her: "Nice performance, I hope you will service me again someday soon."

Food in the school was surprisingly good. Roxane had taken one of the flatbreads with her and was sitting in the patio, watching two of the gladiators. She had slept the whole night like a stone. It surprised her a little, since so much has happened to her lately, what even surprised her more was the fact, that her new job didn't bother her at all. Sure, maybe it would have been better, more appropriate if she had stayed in her village, at least, she wouldn't have to service those brutal men, she would have worked in the house, married one of the farmers, bore his children, grew old and died. Then why did it thrill her, thinking back about last night?

Thinking, another girl set down next to her. She was an antelope with dark brown fur and cute little horns, she was maybe a bit older than Roxane, but most likely not more than two or three years: "You must be the new one?" She asked. "Yes, I'm Roxane." "Miriet. Nice to meet you." The antelope gave the rabbit a warm smile. "Are you-" Roxane stopped, was it appropriate to ask such a thing. "Yes, I'm a slave too. I work in the kitchen and sometimes." Miriet blushed: "I perform for our gladiators like you do." "Ah yes, I see." Apparently, the slaves already knew her. Of course, among slaves, word spread pretty fast. "The Murillo was with you last night?" "Ah, yes." Miriet grinned: "I know him, he's, well, nice right?" "Yes." Roxane wasn't in the mood to really talk about last night. "Did you use the Silphium?" "The what?" Roxane asked. Miriet fumbled in her robe, then took out a bundle of herbs: "The Silphium, you don't want to carry his kittens, do you?" Roxane was shocked, she hadn't even thought about those things: "I- is that possible, I thought, ah, well, he's a different species." Warmth and cold rushed through her. "It happens, not often, but sometimes, there are mixed-bloods, but take those herbs, eat one or two of them maybe three hours before your guests comes to visit you and you won't have to worry about that." Roxane took the herbs, happy that there were people like Miriet helping her. Certainly, she wasn't willing to be a mother to some gladiator she hardly knew and for sure, her domina wouldn't want that either.

The rest of the day passed pretty fast. One of the gladiators was wounded in the battle and it was the main topic in the school that day, Roxane used the bath and her own room to get herself ready for the next night. She had found a couple of scrolls and, after asking one of the elder slaves, took two of them into her room. She couldn't read, no one from her old village could, but she was hoping that she could teach it herself by looking at the pictures and trying to find out what was written underneath them. Still doing that, lying on the bed, she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." The door opened slowly and in stepped a slender young wolf. He couldn't have been much older than herself. He only wore loincloth and some kind of armor covering his left arm, the silver metal matching his almost pure white fur. His yellow eyes fell upon her seductive form stretched out on the bed: "I am the Retiarius." She gave him her warm smile: "And I will be your prize for the night." She was a little disappointed. He seemed so small and weak; would he be able to make her feel like the Murmillo did? But that wasn't what was really important. She got up, arranging her dress for him. It was the parody of a noblewoman's dress, long skirt, golden belt, but with a provocatively tight bodice of violet fabric.

He opened the straps that attached the armor on his arm and placed the heavy metal upon the dresser, then made a step towards his prize. His arms were stronger then she had thought at first, this warrior was apparently more about speed and dexterity. She had never seen an arena fight, but she could guess that he could easily outmaneuver his opponent: "You are as beautiful as I've been told." He said after a moment, making Roxane smile, pushing her chest out a little, to give him an even more alluring view. A moment later, she felt his hand upon her shoulder. "May I?" He asked and she nodded, what was this about? This was so different from her first night. His hand traveled over her back, caressing her fur, and then finding the straps holding her bodice in place. He fumbled a little at her lacing, then she felt the tightness of it loosening and he carefully placed the top on the floor.

Why was she trembling? His hand wandered over her body and she had to admit, it felt good, he took his time with her and even though she had enjoyed this fast, rough love making last night, this different approach was quite enjoyable.

"Perfection." He whispered as his hand encompassed her firm breast, kneading it gently, causing her to sigh a little bit. He took her already erect nipple between his middle- and index-finger, pressing a little, making her sigh yet again. Yes, he was good at what he was doing and it felt as if she could remain passive and accept those feelings he was making her feel.

And suddenly, his lips were upon hers, caught off guard, she opened his mouth and let his long, skilled wolf tongue in, exploring her mouth, playing with her, inviting her tongue to join in to the kiss. All the while, he kept on playing with her breast, making the young girl weak in her knees, leaning against him as he slowly guided her towards the bed. She hardly recognized his other arm moving down until he was stroking her bottom, fumbling at her skirt. Only now she wrapped her arms around his neck, answering his kiss with a passion she didn't even knew she had, as she wriggled herself out of her skirt.

Only a moment, she stayed nude against his nimble body, before he lowered her down upon the sheets. She knew what she had to do as he broke the kiss, obediently she spread her legs, knowing that their brief foreplay had already made her wet and ready for him. Yes, she wanted him and again, she felt those mixed feelings about what a good slave she was. Would he be as strong and rough as her mate last night? That was the most important thing she thought about that moment.

Surprised, she looked up as she felt his hands gently stroking her inner thighs, was he still wearing his loincloth? She hadn't paid attention to it and she had no time to think about it, as he suddenly knelt down in front of the bed, his canid face between her legs, moving forward quickly and giving her thighs hot, passionate kisses. She moaned and trembled in anticipation, she hadn't expected any of the males taking their time to make her feel good and then, it hit her like lighting, as his long, rough tongue leaped up and down the entire length of her sex, mixing her nectar with his saliva.

She had never before felt this way and as his hands moved around her hips, she knew, that she had nothing to do but close her eyes and enjoy it. His tongue was good, skilled, nimble like he was, caressing her young sex, flooding her body and mind with pleasure.

Encouraged by her moans, his tongue sank in, parting her outer lips, exploring her body, soon finding that throbbing little clit and caressing it expertly. It sensation was almost immediately overwhelming. Roxane moaned and groaned, panting heavy as he was stimulating her like this, she had never before in her young life felt something like this and she couldn't keep herself from pushing her sex against his face, giving him even better access as he encircled and teased that little bud. Like they had a mind of their own, her hands wandered over her flat stomach, one soon stroking his head, then pushing him down, harder against her needy sex. And he was more than willing to give her what she desired, his lips closing against her clit, his tongue flickering over it, sending her into a sexual frenzy.

She had no idea how long he kept on doing that, second? Minutes? Hours? It was too much for her and soon, she bent her back as a mind shattering orgasm washed over her, her cries of ecstasy sounding through the room and most likely through half the school.

The Retiarius paused, his mouth still firmly attached to her sex, he gave her time to come back to her senses, looking up to her through the valley of her breasts with mischief in his eyes.

She purred like a kitten as she saw him: "Fuck me!" She hushed and watched closely as he shifted position, his loincloth was gone somehow and he saw his red lance pulsing in anticipation. He was longer than she had thought and the sight alone made her tremble in lust, oh how much she wanted him inside that moment. He grabbed both of her thighs as he moved between her, still kneeling in front of the bed, pulling her towards the edge, then sliding his tip into her. He was so hot and it felt too good when he parted her lips and sank in deeper and deeper. Another carnal sound escaped from her lips as he pushed deeper, filling her nicely.

For a moment, they just stayed like this, then he leaned forward, giving her yet another, passionate kiss, which now was met immediately by her. Then she started moving back and forth inside of her, and she was more than happy to answer his movements by gyrating her own hips against him, their bodies slamming against each other as they united. And he was good, maybe not that strong, but skilled and persistent. It didn't take too long and she felt herself approaching another orgasm, her head flying from one side to another as she moaned with every new stroke she received. She could tell from his panting and his more and more erratic movements, that he wasn't close behind, so she let go of all restraint and, clawing her fingers into the sheets, she hit another orgasm, wrapping her legs tightly against him, wanting to feel him as deep inside as possible, as he soon shot his hot seed into her body as well, groaning like the animal he was as he did.

"Hmm, this felt good." He whispered into her ear a long while later, his voice sounding sleepy. With a smile, she put her arm around him, as his arm was resting on her chest already. Satisfied, they both drifted into sleep.

The two had another round some time at night and while it wasn't as intense as the first, it was no less exciting for her, being woken by his skilled fingers, making love while she was still half asleep. Early the next morning, the young warrior had to leave, again training for his deadly profession.

"Domina!" Roxane strained as Arthema encountered her at the well the next day. "Ah good morning Roxane, so, how are you getting along here?" the alligator woman asked. "G- good domina." The rabbit answered. "Well, my gladiators are satisfied with you so far, so I guess you do. If you need anything, just let me know." "Anything?" Roxane looked up at her in confusion and Arthema chuckled: "Of course don't ask me if I set you free, I paid a lot of money for you." Roxane looked down, of course, even thinking about such a thing would have been stupid she knew that herself, what should she say. But it was Arthema who continued: "You know, I feel a bit bad for giving you the job you have now, but then again, my gladiators need some distraction and I wanted to find someone who may even enjoy it." "I understand domina, and I'm not complaining, in fact -" She paused and blushed underneath her fur, how she should tell her: "Right now, there is nothing I need, but I thank you." Again, a chuckle from Arthema: "Ah, I do understand and I had hoped this would be the case. The Retiarius, right?" Roxane felt caught and looked at her hands: "Yes, domina." "Hey, no need to feel embarrassed, he is good at what he does." She hardly dared to ask, but Roxane did anyway: "You know what he does?" "Well certainly my dear, don't you think I don't have needs myself?" Arthema laughed, patted her newest slave on the shoulder and continued her inspection of her school.

For quite some time, Roxane had tried to catch an eye of her next guest. But the Hoplomachus was nowhere to be seen. And apparently, the other slave-girls were having some fun by not giving her any information, a giggle or a curious look was all she got. Was that a good or a bad sign? She wasn't sure. So the rabbit waited in her room for him. This time she had chosen that golden bodice that went this well with her fur. Sure, it had no panties, leaving her more private parts uncovered. If anyone of her people could only see her like that

When the door opened, Roxane was stunned for a moment. That gladiator was ? he was one of the best looking males she had ever seen: A wolf with almost pure white fur, covering his athletic young body, sparkling yellow eyes, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Roxane had heard that this kind of gladiator fought with a lance, sword and a heavy shield, but of course, to this appointment, he didn't bring his weapons, well, except for one, the slave girl thought.

"You must be Roxane?" He said with his deep voice and the addressed realized that she had been staring in an inappropriate way since he had entered the room. "Ah, yes." She said, her ears twitching. She was nervous like a teenager seeing the village beau. How stupid of her, there was only one reason for him to come to her and she was nervous because she thought he, what? He might not find her attractive? "You are as beautiful as they say." The Hoplomachus said with an appreciative nod. Only now she remembered that she was standing bottomless in front of him and the realization made her blush underneath her fur. Stupid girl, why are you so nervous? She told herself, trying to set up her most seductive smile as she approached the gorgeous wolf with swaying hips.

His gaze didn't leave her, but he didn't move either, he was well aware of his effect on her and his smile showed her that, even though he remained passive, he was in charge of the situation. Maybe she had a chance to change that.

Standing right in front of the gladiator, Roxane looked him deep into his predatory eyes. She considered kissing him for a moment, but then chose not to, her slender hands went to his chest, feeling his muscles under the silky fur, his warmth and his movement, each time he breathed in and out again.

Still keeping eye contact, she allowed her hands to travel lower, stroking over his fur, feeling his unmoving, hard muscles, but as she moved over his abdomen, a slight tremble shook him, before she reached the seam of his loincloth. Looking at him, searching and getting his approval, she loosened the belt and undressed him, as she went down on her knees.

She had done something like this only one single time before and it had been odd, not bad, no, actually, she learned to enjoy it, but it still felt weird. His by now erect, red member was directly in front of her face, striking her with his glory as she admired his shaft. Her hands were still wandering over his strong body and she felt her heat rising as she was in such close contact with him.

Smiling, she leaned forward, extended her tongue and touched his warm flesh gently. She earned a satisfied groan from the wolf, encouraging her to lick again, longer and more determined now, exploring the underside of his shaft. His taste was new to Roxane, but she enjoyed it, enjoyed bringing him to full hardness in no time, her hands stopped, resting on his behind as she licked up and down his member, giving him all the attention she could offer. She had always been a curious girl, but she had done this only once or twice, still, she was pretty sure that she knew the tricks and another groan from the Hoplomachus reassured her about that.

A couple of times, she traveled up and down his member, coating him with her saliva, before she turned her attention to his red tip. Looking up at him with innocent eyes, knowing that men loved those, she more or less begged for his permission and got it with his nod. Carefully, she encircled him with the tip of her tongue, made him tremble in pleasure, before she went to work more eagerly, licking and teasing him. She enjoyed being in control, sure, she was the salve, she was on her knees in front of him and she was working to please him, but at the same time, she knew that she controlled his lust.

His hands started stroking her soft hair, comforting, encouraging her, as she opened her soft lips. Slowly, she let him slip in, he felt so warm and so hard, her heart skipped a beat when she imagined him penetrating her sex, but for this night, she had chosen something else.

Relaxing her throat, she took more and more of him in, licking him with her tongue as best as she could as she sucked gentle, making the man moan in pleasure. When he was about half way in, she had to stop, moving back, leaving him covered with her saliva, she had to breath in deep, before sucking him again, her head bobbing forward, taking a bit more in this time. As she repeated this two, three times, he soon guided her with his hands, applying just enough pressure to remind her not to stop. Roxane meanwhile used her hand to stroke his firm balls, making him all the more excited, as she moved back and forth fast now, sucking him, wrapping her lips tightly against his wonderful member.

Getting used to the sensation, she relaxed more and more, taking more and more of him in, until her short rabbit muzzle touched his abdomen, making her realize that she had indeed taken him completely in. Her reward was him moaning out louder than ever before, her hand massaged his balls further, while the second wandered between her own legs like it had a mind of its own. There was no reason not to enjoy this herself and when her fingers brushed over her sex, she realized just how wet she already was.

Moving her head back and forth further, deep-throating him various times, she started to rub her sensitive little bud until she was moaning around his pole, too. That was nothing compared to him of course, for he was moaning like a wild animal by now and she knew very well, that he couldn't last long anymore now. Sucking and licking, moving her lips along his shaft, she brought him to his climax quickly.

He pulled her close just before he reached his peak, her hands like a vise around her head, as the sticky cum gushed into her mouth, making Roxane gag a little. She tried to swallow, but most of his cum slip pass her lips, running down her chin, making her silky fur sticky, before more droplets fell upon her perky breasts. Roxane stopped fingering herself, trying to give a good figure at what she was doing. When he finally released her, she leaned back, giving his cock free with a popping sound, before she wiped her lips clean with her arm. She looked up with a cheeky expression on her face and earned his knowing smile.

"Not bad girl." The gladiator said as he gathered his things and prepared to leave a few minutes later. Roxane had fought down the urge to clean her chest before he left and was now on the bed, watching the attractive young male as he moved around in her room. "I hope that Arthema will send me to you again soon." The Hoplomachus said. "If you keep up fighting like you do, I'm sure she will." And with softer voice, she added: "I'm looking forward to it."

The next three days passed without noteworthy events. Roxane heard that there was going to be a big tournament in town and Arthema wanted all her gladiators in top shape for that. Much to her own surprise, Roxane had mixed feelings about that. Sure, she didn't have to serve as a pleasure slave, not to be reminded of that she was property to be used in whatever way someone else choose. On the other hand, she had enjoyed that straight forward love making and missed the attention to her body. Maybe she could ask domina Arthema how long that tournament would take? The thought crossed her mind, but even before that, she was informed that she would have another visitor that evening.

She didn't know if her guest would be someone she had served before, but she chose to wear the same red silken dress she had worn her first night in the school. The light, almost see-through fabric felt good on her fur in such a warm night.

Not long after sunset, it knocked at her door: Please come in." Roxane invited the guest, only to see a slender, almost weak looking wolf stepping in. His fur was of a mid-grey, while he had long, black hair and he wore the same kind of simple loincloth she had seen before. In addition, he had heavy boots like a soldier and a broad leather belt. "You are Roxane?" He asked, his green eyes transfixed on the girl. Roxane smiled back at him, placing one hand on her hip: "Yes, and you must be my guest for the night, the mighty Essedarius." "Indeed, I am." The male nodded, taking a few steps into the room, examining the rabbit as he did. "So, what can I do for you?" She asked innocently, wanting to play a bit with him first. But without any warning, he almost jumped at her, bridging the remaining distance, wrapping his arms around her and forcing his lips upon hers, engaging into a passionate kiss that the rabbit girl soon answered.

Roxane giggled inwardly as she realized that the gladiator was pushing her towards the bed, must have been really hungry, who knew when he had been with a girl the last time before. Not resisting, she let him shove her onto the bed, his slender, yet strong body pinning her down, as his hands now wandered over her arms, guiding them over Roxane's head, as she lay on the bed. Still kissing the warrior, she had her eyes closed, it was a bit surprising when he stopped, doing something that she couldn't quite understand, then she noticed something against her fur. Some fabric. She opened her eyes again and looked up, just to see that he was winding a ribbon around her wrists.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying not to sound too angry or scared. The Essedarius didn't pause for a moment: "I don't remember that I gave you permission to speak." Panic rose inside of Roxane, was he allowed to do that with her? What would domina Arthema say? She tugged at her bonds, but the warrior had done a good job in fixating her arms. Was this kind of a weird game he played? Most likely, but how should she react to it?

His hands were soon busy with her dress, losing the straps that held it in place, tugging at it. With some difficulties, he managed to strip her off her skimpy clothing even though she wasn't able to get up from the bed anymore, with her hands bound like they were.

She had heard about men who liked such things, but she had never thought about that she could be the subject of such action, now, apparently she was in the middle of it and there was nothings she could do. After he stripped her from her clothing, his hands brushed over her ankles, was it by accident? Maybe, but maybe he took just a little moment too long to touch her that way and a moment later, another rope was in his hands. Grinning, he pushed her legs apart as he started to tie first one, then the other foot to the bedposts. Roxane didn't dare to resist, didn't even dare to speak anymore.

"Now, that looks much better." The gladiator said, admiring his work for a moment after he bound her to the bed that way. The next moment, his fingertips traveled up her feet, her legs, then over her hips and her soft belly, making the girl shudder. Then his hands were on both sides of the bed, right next to her head, he grinned down onto her, his fingers caressing her cheek, stroking her neck, holding her in place, as he lowered his face down towards hers, giving her a tender kiss. Not knowing what was happening, she didn't act at all, not even as he kissed her far more aggressively a second time, his tongue slipping into her mouth and playing with hers for a moment, before he retreated.

"I see you are going to like this." He teased her. "Wh- what are you going to do?" Roxane dared to ask, but there was no answer. Instead, the Essedarius kissed her again, at least as determined and after struggling for a moment longer, Roxane gave in and answered the kiss. He was a good kisser she had to admit and even though she felt uncomfortable being bound like this, she started to like the kiss. But again, he stopped, leaving her panting, as his kisses moved down, covering her neck, while his hands stroke her soft fur, down her bound arms and along her flanks, before they felt the tender mounds of her breasts.

Roxane inhaled deep as her hands started kneading her breasts, his fingers caressing her flesh, as he started licking her nipple, making her tremble from the unexpected sensation. She wriggled in her bonds, still uncertain how she should react to the male's actions, but she had to admit, there was something thrilling about being helpless like she was now.

His teeth against her nipple made her sigh, was he going to hurt her? She was sure mistress would punish him for that, but right now, was he aware of that? Would he care? He licked and teased her erect nub further, as his hands started to roam around over her lower body again, rubbing her stomach and her waist and bound as she was, she could do nothing but wait and let it happen.

Not long and his hands were between her spread legs, stroking her thighs, making her whimper: "Please." She whispered not knowing herself if she wanted him to stop or to finally claim her. "I didn't give you permission to speak, so be quiet." He said with a grim smile, then returned to kissing her belly, making Roxane sigh yet again.

Not long and his hands were at her sex, stroking, teasing her slowly: "Oh already wet my dear little slut?" The gladiator asked, Roxane bit her lip to prevent any treacherous sounds to escape her mouth. "Answer when I ask you a question!" The Essedarius commanded. "Yes." Roxane sighed as his palms brushed over her sensitive spot.

Still licking her nipple, his hands moved over her body, caressing her sex, then one slipping underneath her, massaging her shapely behind, lifting her up a little from the bed, before he again switched his attention to her burning sex. Roxane moaned out as she felt a finger slipping into her, the penetration being easy thanks to her own juices. All the while, the gladiator made sure that he teased her with his kisses and licks, building up the arousal of his bound girl.

He then moved back a little, admiring her quivering form as he started to work his finger inside of her, retracting it a little, before moving back in again, his thumb rubbing her clit, making the slave girl moan and beg for more.

"Yes, that's a good little slut." He commented as his fingers stopped, leaving Roxane panting and sighing. "You enjoy this?" "Yes." He almost hissed. "I thought you would, so, would you want me to fuck you properly." For a moment, she hesitated until he bent his finger inside her just a little bit: "Yes-" another moan: "Yes, I would." "Then ask me for it." "Please, please do it." "Do what?" "Please fuck me!" Roxane screamed out as he rubbed her clit once more. "Why didn't you ask me that earlier?" He laughed, finally stripping from his warrior clothes. He was in good shape, not really Roxane's type of guy, but athletic and nimble, besides, right now, Roxane was far from caring all that she needed was a male that would give her release.

Not wasting anymore time, he crawled between her legs, his hands firmly around her hips, holding onto her butt, as he got into position. Even bound, Roxane lifted her had to see his glistening red member approaching her body. She lifted her hips as good as she could in her bonds, then the wonderful sensation of hard flesh pushing against her labia made her moan out anew. Easily, he penetrated into her, filling her wonderfully until his hips slammed against her.

She couldn't do much more then gyrate her hips a little to help him, but it seemed that the Essedarius didn't want help, he wanted to claim her and exactly that he did. Moving back and then in again, rocking her entire being with each stroke, his hands only adding to her bonds as he held her in position for his own pleasure.

She could feel how aroused he was as well, he was breathing fast and deep, penetrating her fast and without the self-control she had enjoyed that much with her former guests here. Still, this hard, rough love-making was just what she needed right now, and tugging at the ribbons, she enjoyed being his completely so much.

Not long and he slammed deep into her, before his hot seed shot into her, triggering Roxane's orgasm only a moment later. She thrashed and twitched, pulling at her bonds as pleasure washed over her until finally, she came back to her senses.

The Essedarius pulled out a moment later, almost slamming down onto her. It felt nice being so close to him, feeling his softening body upon hers. Even now she was still his completely, that was until he got up later, starting to untie her: "Well my dear, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." He said, kissing her wrists and ankles tenderly, as if he wanted to make sure that no wounds were left.

"I think I did, thank you for this experience." Roxane answered. "I thank you until we meet again." He handed her the ribbons: "Those are yours."

Two days passed without a client for Roxane, two days in which the tension was almost tangible in the school. Even though, as the newest slave, Roxane was somewhat cropped from most news, she got some information about the big games in the town. Many important people were in town, watching the gladiators fight and whichever school would win, it would gain a lot of reputation. Even domina Arthema seemed nervous.

In the evening of the third day, another slave ordered Roxane to come to the bath, not the bath the slaves were allowed to use and which Roxane knew quite well by now, being clean was important for her profession, but the bath her owner used and which she had never been in before.

It was a bigger room, two lines of columns carrying the arches spanning over the basin and the floor on both sides of it. Loungers and benches were equipped with pillows and blankets, on small tables Roxane saw wine and fruits, sweets and hookahs. The flickering lights of dozens of candles illuminated the place, but what caught the young rabbit's attention were the people that were in the room.

"Ah, come closer my dear." Domina Arthema gestured towards Roxane with her goblet. She was sitting on a bench, surrounded by more than half a dozen of gladiators, some Roxane had already met, some not. The young girl did of course as she was ordered, carefully stepping into the room. "I have good news, we won the golden laurel and a few more prizes at the tournament, this is a day to celebrate!" Roxane was in really good mood and her gladiators intoned their cheers to her words.

"I congratulate you." Roxane answered with a bow. "Thanks, but I want you to celebrate with us." Arthema said with a predatory smile. "Oh- of course." Only now Roxane really noticed that some of the gladiators were already nude and more one pair of hungry eyes rested upon her body. The Hoplomachus got up from his seat, walking over to the slave, embracing her gently and sharing a long, soft kiss with her, then, he took her by her hand and guided her towards a corner of the room, filled with pillows and furs.

One of the warriors handed her some wine as well and she drank hungrily. The happy, relieved, heated up atmosphere quickly got to her and carried her with it. She stood in the middle of the group for four gladiators, drinking and laughing with them as she felt an eager hand on her behind. She turned and looked into the eyes of the Retiarius, giving him a reassuring smile. The moment she looked back was enough time for another male, she hadn't seen him before, to place his hand upon her thigh, brushing her skirt up a little, as he did, he handed her another goblet of wine.

Her owner hadn't ordered her to service any of those males, still, she enjoyed being the center of attention all that sudden, besides, what other reason could Arthema have to invite her to this place but to make this all the more fun celebrating for her champions.

Looking back to get some reassurance from her domina, Roxane was shocked to see that two of the gladiators, the Murmillo and one she didn't knew, where already undressing the reptilian female, stroking her smooth scaled skin as they did, their mistress wriggling around, helping them. Was she going to service them too? No, what a stupid thought Roxane scolded herself, they would serve the gladiatrix of course. And in a way, her males would serve the young bunny as well.

Roxane took the hand of the third male next to her, he was a young lynx, almost still a boy and his ears flickered as she touched him. While still holding her wine with one hand, she guided the young boys hand to her breast, smiling at him as his palms rested against her body, feeling her through the fabric of her top.

She felt the hands of the two other males on her back, stroking, exploring her, as she smiled encouragingly at the boy, who started to carefully massage her breast, she noticed him breathing faster already, then he stopped. "Hmm, what is it my dear?" She asked. "Am I doing it right?" he stumbled, looking down almost embarrassed. Roxane laughed: "Just follow your instincts and you can't do anything wrong."

One hand of the Hoplomachus had found its way under her skirt by now, feeling her firm butt and Roxane noticed how turned on she was herself already. She leaned in and suddenly kissed the surprised lynx. She felt how inexperienced he was, but he made it up with his eagerness and the two were kissing passionate very soon. His grip on her breast became more determined and Roxane enjoyed giving in and letting him squeeze her erect nipple that must have been visible through the thin fabric of her top.

She stopped kissing the lynx for moment as the other two gladiators undressed her, pulling her top over her head, one holding her arms up with his iron grip, while the other pushed her skirt down, taking the chance to rub and squeeze her behind.

Roxane looked over to her mistress while her partners were stripping her. Arthema was standing there nude and proud, her gladiators kneeling one in front of her, one behind, Roxane couldn't fully see what they were doing between her thighs and cheeks, but the alligator female was sighing happily and stroking her own breast as they were busy down there.

But Roxane couldn't concentrate on that for long, the Retiarius' hands slipped between her legs from behind, gently rubbing her already wet sex, making her legs tremble. Another pair of hands stroke her back and the young boy suddenly bent over to her and kissed her breast, soon engulfing her hard nipple between his lips, gently sucking.

An unconscious sigh escaped Roxane, but then again, she was more than willing to let the moment carry her away as she started to stroke the boys hair and wriggle her hips to the other warriors hands pleasuring her. The fierce moans of her mistress only adding to her own arousal. By now, she was not only willing to do this, she wanted it, no she needed it. Gently, she pushed the boy back, looking into his questioning eyes she smiled: "Relax and trust me." Another sigh completed her sentence, then she lowered herself down onto her hands and knees. Is proudly erect member right in front of her face, Roxane give the young boy a first, careful lick, making him moan and shudder in surprise. She needed to go easy on him she realized, but it was pretty hard to hold her own desires back by now.

Unnoticed to the young slave, the two gladiators over with Arthema suddenly stop pleasuring her with their tongues, then stand up, making the strong amazon whimper for a moment as the wonderful feelings stop. Then, they embrace her tightly, lift the woman up and, like one, impale her on their rock-hard shafts, causing Arthema to moan out from the almost overwhelming sensation.

As Roxane kept on licking up and down the boy's shaft slowly, she stretched out her hand and gently massaged his balls, only adding to his sensation, as she felt a slick, hard organ rubbing between her cheeks. She had almost forgotten how provocative she was posing for the two other males and one was soon rubbing his member between her cheeks, an unknown, yet very pleasant sensation for her.

Not long and she kissed the tip of the boy's shaft, loving his delicious taste and loving his powerful reactions. He was stroking her hair, placing one hand on her shoulder, as she continued, slipping her lips just over his tip, gently sucking. Then, she felt another sensation distracting her, something brushing against her wet sex, something warm, no hot, slippery and hard and just a moment later, hands grabbed her hips like iron clamps as the male slammed into her, pushing the girl forward, causing her to swallow most of the lynx pole, gagging as she did. She didn't even know who was fucking her, but right now, with her mouth stuffed, she couldn't ask and couldn't look back, so she did the next best thing and started to lick and suck him good.

She heard Arthema and her partners panting and moaning as they were engaged in their wild love-making and in the back of her eyes, she saw the Retiarius, watching her, hands in his flanks, his lovely penis waiting for her attention. She didn't want to keep the poor warrior waiting, so, busy sucking the lynx while the Hoplomachus started moving in her pussy, she placed one hand on the floor, while the other reached out and found the Retiarius hard shaft. It felt firm and warm and she started to move her hand back and forth, earning a deep groan from his owner.

Roxane moaned around the member in her mouth, never before had he been with more than one male, let alone three at a time and the group next to her turned it into a full scale orgy. It was turning her on like nothing before, feeling her pussy and mouth filled, her hand rubbing another pole frantically. She felt that the young boy wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, Roxane couldn't blame him, she was she was taken from behind forced her forward again and again, taking him in and yes, she couldn't stop herself from sucking and licking that delicious cock as she did. Still, she appreciated it that the boy was trying to control himself.

Suddenly, Arthema's wild cry of lust filled the room as she reached her climax, and apparently that alone was enough to trigger the lynx as well, his hot seed shooting into Roxane's mouth, as she tried to suck it up. Still, long strains dropped down her chin, but Roxane was too much carried away from the moment to even care. Next, the Retiarius came, his seed coating her arm and back, messing her fur, but she loved it, she loved every moment of it! Her body started to tense, she trembled and shuddered unable to control herself as she reached her peak together with the male taking her from behind, her sex clenching tight around him as she milked him good.

Hands were still roaming freely over her body as Roxane wriggled around on the pillows underneath her. She had the feeling that the boys were just sated for the moment and she enjoyed them keeping her in an aroused state of readiness with their attention. She looked over to domina Arthema. The reptilian female had visible flushed scales, her partners were to both sides of her, gently sucking her nipples now, making it look as they were born to worship her. As their eyes met, Arthema got up and crawled, still on her hands and feet to her owner, the hands of her mates never leaving her body as they followed her.

"It's not bad serving me, is it?" Arthema said with a soft voice and a kinky smile on her face. "Not bad at all." Roxane answered from the bottom of her hearth, sighing as a pair of eager fingers brushed over her backdoor. Suddenly she felt Arthema kissing her passionately and she couldn't stop herself from kissing her back: "Well, I have a feeling you were my best purchase in a long time."