Chapter 71 GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 3
The other three turned toward us, their gazes locking on me. I could see the bulges starting in their loincloths, the fabric tightening as they took me in. My tunic hung loose now, torn a bit from before, showing hints of my curves. I didn't care. I wanted them to see.
We moved quick, ducking into a small storage nook off the main arena. It was tucked behind some stone walls, hidden from the crowd's eyes. Piles of shields leaned against the walls, spears stuck in the ground like forgotten trees. Old nets hung in bundles, smelling of salt and dust. The air here was cooler, a break from the blazing sun outside, but my blood ran hot as they followed me in.
The scarred one—let's call him Varro—grabbed my waist first. His hands were calloused, rough from gripping swords all day. He pulled me against him, his chest hard against my softer body. I felt his cock press through the thin cloth, already stiff and thick. 'You're bold, woman,' he growled, his breath hot on my neck.
I tilted my head back, looking up at him. 'Bold enough for you?' I whispered, my hand sliding down to cup his bulge. He groaned low, thrusting into my palm.
The tattooed guy, Lucius, came up behind me. His arms wrapped around, yanking at the ties of my tunic. The fabric fell open, baring my breasts to the dim light. Cool air hit my nipples, making them harden instantly. He cupped them, thumbs rubbing over the peaks. 'These are perfect,' he muttered, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
The other two—the twins, from what I overheard, both with matching builds and dark hair—closed in on the sides. One twin, say Marcus, knelt down and pushed my legs apart. His hands slid up my thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin. He found the mess between my legs, the cum still slick there.
'Already wet and full,' he said with a chuckle, dipping two fingers inside my pussy. I moaned, rocking against his hand.
His brother, Titus, stood and pulled his loincloth aside. His cock sprang free, long and veined, the head already leaking. He grabbed my hair gently, guiding my mouth toward it. 'Suck it,' he ordered, voice firm. I opened wide, taking him in. My lips stretched around his thickness as I bobbed my head, tongue swirling over the salty skin.
Varro didn't wait. He shoved his own cloth down, his cock even thicker, with a slight curve. He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his hip, and rubbed the tip against my entrance. 'Gonna fuck you hard,' he warned, then thrust in deep. I cried out around Titus's cock, the stretch burning sweet. He filled me up, pounding steady, his hips slapping against mine.
Lucius kept working my breasts, pinching and pulling, while Marcus finger-fucked me from below, his thumb circling my clit. The nook echoed with our sounds—wet slaps, grunts, my muffled moans. The chaos of the arena filtered in faintly, roars and clangs, but here it was just us, lost in the heat.
Varro pulled out after a few minutes, his cock shiny with my juices and the old cum. 'Switch,' he said to Marcus.
The twin stood, dropping his cloth. His dick was straight and rigid, matching his brother's. Marcus took Varro's place, sliding into my pussy with ease now that I was so slick. He went faster, hands on my hips, pulling me onto him.
Titus kept my mouth busy, fucking my face now, his balls tapping my chin. I gagged a little but took it, saliva dripping down my chin. Lucius moved around, stroking himself as he watched. His tattoos flexed with each pump of his fist.
They shifted again, wanting more. Marcus and Titus—the twins—decided to double up.
'On your knees,' Varro said, pushing me down onto a pile of soft nets. I knelt, ass up, face still toward Titus. Marcus lay beneath me, guiding his cock back into my pussy. I sank down, feeling him hit deep.
Titus knelt behind, spitting on his hand to lube up. He pressed against my ass, the tight ring resisting at first. I relaxed, pushing back, and he pushed in slow. Inch by inch, his cock filled my ass, the double stretch making me see stars.
'Fuck, so tight,' he groaned, starting to move.
They found a rhythm, one in, one out, their cocks rubbing through the thin wall inside me. Varro and Lucius stood in front, cocks in hand. I reached out, stroking them both, alternating licks when I could catch my breath. The pressure built fast, my body shaking between the twins' thrusts.
Sweat poured off us, mixing with the oil on their skin. My knees dug into the nets, but I didn't care. Every nerve lit up—the slide of cock in pussy, the burn in my ass, the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. The air smelled of sex, musk, and stone.
Lucius grabbed my hair, pulling my head toward him. 'My turn in that mouth.' I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks. Varro waited, rubbing his tip over my cheek.
The twins sped up, their grunts louder. Tension coiled tight in my gut, like a spring ready to snap. Marcus hit just right inside, Titus grinding deep. It broke—I shouted, my pussy and ass clenching hard around their cocks. Waves crashed through me, juices soaking Marcus's lap.
Marcus came first, buried in my pussy, his hot cum flooding in, mixing with everything else. Titus pulled out halfway through his orgasm, the first spurts inside, then the rest spraying across my lower back, warm and thick.
Varro and Lucius stepped up as I knelt straighter, panting. They aimed for my face, strokes frantic. Thick ropes of cum shot out—Varro hitting my cheeks, Lucius coating my lips and tongue. It dripped down my chin, salty and bitter. I licked what I could, savoring the taste, my body still twitching from the high.
I flopped back onto the nets, legs shaky, skin sticky everywhere.
The afternoon dragged on, the sun starting to dip and throw long shadows over the sandy floor. I pushed deeper into the underground tunnels, where the real grit of the place hid. Word of me must have gotten around because a pack of retired gladiators cornered me near the beast pens. Five of them, not young bucks anymore but still solid with muscle, their bodies telling tales of old wounds. One had an eye patch over a missing socket, leather tied tight; another walked with a limp but carried himself strong.
They skipped the small talk. In a low-ceilinged room that smelled of dry hay and the faint wild scent from the cages, they had me stripped naked in seconds. The one-eyed boss, Gaius, nudged me down to my knees on the straw-covered floor.
'Take us all in that mouth,' he ordered, his voice like gravel. I obeyed, moving from one cock to the next—Gaius's was short but thick, skin pulled back loose; the limper's stretched long with ridges of veins; the others came in all shapes, but every one hardened quick under my touch.
My mouth stayed busy, lips stretched wide, while my hands worked the extras. Spit trailed down, wetting my chin and their balls, their moans bouncing off the stone walls. Then they picked me up like I weighed nothing, laying me out on a big pile of fresh straw.
Gaius stretched out first, guiding me down onto his cock so it speared my pussy. Another guy, the limper, got behind, working his way into my ass with steady pushes.
The last three circled us, taking turns shoving into my mouth, their hands wandering—pinching my hard nipples, slapping my thighs to leave pink marks. Sweat made our skin gleam, bits of straw clinging to the wet spots. Up above, the crowd cheered for what sounded like a chariot race, the ground trembling faintly with the wheels.
They switched around every few minutes, making sure each got time in my pussy, my ass, my mouth. Cum started filling me up—first in my pussy, then leaking out as someone else took over; shots in my ass that dripped warm down my crack. I came over and over, each peak stronger, my body shaking and clenching. By the end, they all stood over me as
I knelt in the straw, hands flying on their cocks until they unloaded, covering my tits, belly, and face in sticky white ropes.