Chapter 69 GLADIATORS RUN A TRAIN ON ME PART 1
I never thought my little time machine experiment in the basement would send me straight into the heart of ancient Rome. One moment, I was fiddling with wires and buttons, and the next, I stood in the hot sun of the Colosseum. The roar of the crowd hit me like a wave. People screamed and cheered as gladiators fought in the sand below.
Dust flew everywhere, and the air smelled of sweat and blood. I looked down at myself. My modern clothes had changed into a thin, short tunic that hugged my curves. It barely covered my thighs, and the fabric clung to my breasts, making my nipples poke through.
Heads turned my way. Men in the stands pointed and whistled. I felt exposed, but a thrill ran through me. This was my chance for something wild.
I scanned the arena. Three gladiators caught my eye. They had just won their fight and stood tall, covered in sweat and grime. The first one, Marcus, was bald and huge, over six feet with muscles like rocks. He held a net and trident, his eyes sharp and hungry. Next to him was Secundus, dark hair matted to his forehead, broad chest heaving as he gripped his sword. His arms were thick from years of battle.
Then Titus, with wide shoulders and a trident in hand, his face scarred but handsome in a rough way. They wiped blood from their skin and laughed, slapping each other's backs. I wanted them. All three. My heart pounded as I pushed through the crowd toward the edge of the arena.
The guards let me pass—maybe because of my outfit, or maybe they saw the fire in my eyes. I climbed down to where the fighters gathered. 'Hey, warriors,' I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. 'You fight like gods. But I bet you could handle more than swords.'
Marcus turned first, his gaze dropping to my body.
He smirked. 'What’s this? A gift from the gods?'
Secundus stepped closer, his breath hot. 'She’s no Roman slave. Look at her eyes—they burn.' Titus just stared, his hand tightening on his weapon.
I stepped nearer, brushing my fingers along Marcus's arm. His skin was warm and slick. 'Take me somewhere quiet,' I whispered. 'I want to show you pleasures you've never known.'
They exchanged looks, then nodded. Secundus grabbed my hand, leading us away from the roaring fans.
We slipped behind the high stone walls of the Colosseum, into a dark corner shaded from the sun. The noise faded to a dull hum. Stacks of wooden benches and old shields hid us from view. My pulse raced as they surrounded me. Marcus moved fast. He grabbed the hem of my tunic and yanked it up over my head in one pull. The fabric tore a little, but I didn't care. Now I stood naked, my skin prickling in the warm air.
My breasts bounced free, nipples hard from excitement. A trimmed patch of hair covered my pussy, already wet. The men stared, their eyes wide.
'By the gods,' Titus muttered. Marcus reached out first, cupping my breast and squeezing. His thumb rubbed my nipple, sending sparks down my body. Secundus knelt and kissed my stomach, his lips rough. Titus stood behind me, his hands on my hips, pulling me back against his growing bulge.
I moaned softly as their touches grew bolder. Marcus leaned in and sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Secundus trailed kisses lower, down to my thighs, spreading them apart with his hands. Titus nipped at my neck, his beard scratching my skin.
'You taste like honey,' Marcus growled, switching to my other breast.
I arched into them, my hands roaming. I felt Marcus's cock through his loincloth—thick and hard, veins pulsing under my palm. I tugged the cloth away, and it sprang free. It was massive, at least eight inches, the head swollen and red.
'Do you want to fuck me with this?' I asked, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Precum leaked from the slit, slicking my fingers.
He groaned. 'Yes, woman. I'll fill you deep.'
I dropped to my knees on the rough ground, the stones biting into my skin. But the pain only heightened the heat building inside me. Marcus and Secundus stood before me, their cocks out and ready. Secundus's was longer, curved slightly, with a fat base. Titus watched, stroking himself through his cloth. I wrapped my hand around Marcus's shaft and leaned forward, opening my mouth. I took the head in, sucking hard, my tongue pressing against the underside.
He tasted salty, musky from the fight. I bobbed my head, taking more, until it hit the back of my throat. Gagging a little, I pulled back and turned to Secundus. His cock slid in easier, filling my mouth with its length. I alternated between them, sucking one while jerking the other. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with their precum.
'That's it, take us both,' Secundus grunted, his hand in my hair.
Titus stepped closer now, freeing his cock. It was girthy, shorter but thick enough to stretch. I reached for it, pumping it while I deep-throated Marcus again. The sounds of wet slurps and their heavy breaths filled the air.
After minutes of this, my jaw ached, but I craved more. Marcus pulled me up roughly and bent me over a nearby wooden bench. The edge dug into my belly, but I spread my legs wide, offering myself. My pussy lips parted, slick and pink, aching to be filled. Marcus positioned himself behind me, rubbing his cock along my slit.
'You're soaked,' he said, smearing my juices over his length. He pushed in slowly at first, the head stretching me open. I gasped as inch after inch sank inside, filling my pussy completely. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against my ass.