Free Arena Shifters (A Paranormal Romance Novel) by Casey Evans Page B

yourself?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “Dismissed.”
    “Yes Master.”
    She wanted to thank the boy
but didn’t dare in front of the boy’s father. That would get him in trouble
possibly, and it would almost assuredly earn her time at the whipping post. She
bowed and left quickly, wondering if the men were still around there. They may
have been around but no one approached her on the way back to the Ludis, but
when they got there, it was a buzz with excitement. Apparently a patrol
returning from a supply run had flushed out a lost, bewildered slave, the very
one that had escaped some time ago. Petronia watched as the coach rolled into
the compound. When the gates were shut the head guard for the House opened the
back and out fell a female salve with a black hood on her head. Then several of
the guards took the woman and strapped her arms to the whipping pole and she
immediately slumped to her knees, too weak to stand any longer. When the
Doctore came out and took a look at her, he immediately summoned the House
physician and sent word to the Dominus.
    When the Dominus arrived,
Doctore removed the woman’s hood and the other man smiled in triumph. “So the
slave comes home!” he announced happily. He walked around her, inspecting her
body. Clearly she was in bad shape.
    “Suddenly I find the need to
relieve myself,” he announced loudly to those around him. Even before he
brought out his member, it was clear what he was up to. “Anyone else need to
relieve themselves? Feel free to join me.”
    Dominus positioned himself to
where he could aim his stream right into the recaptured slaves face and
proceeded to drain his bladder. His act of cruelty was immediately repeated by
every male in the courtyard. To not follow his lead could be construed as an
insult. When they were finished humiliating the slave girl he called the royal physician
over to him. He was to take the unconscious slave to his quarters and make sure
she lived until he decided how to take her life. If she died first he would
have to replace her in her punishment. Having given his orders he left the
Ludis.
    “Gladiators!” Roared the
Doctore. “Resume your training.”
    For the rest of the morning
it was clear Petronia’s mind wasn’t in the game and it earned her more than one
lashing from Doctore. The other gladiators used her distraction to their
advantage giving her an uncharacteristic beating before the day was half way
over. At the end of the day Petronia collapsed on her pallet without even
bothering to eat or bathe. The woman, the escaped slave was here. That meant
that the plans for the escape were in motion. She had to make a decision. Side
with the other gladiators and fight for her freedom, or betray them and side
with her Dominus. She really cared nothing for the other gladiators, and they
cared nothing for her. But her beloved Albinia, if she escaped, who would she
have? She would be all alone. As she lay there listening to the night sounds
around her she came to one conclusion; there was no good choice. Either one was
fraught with unbearable consequences.
     
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    CHAPTER NINE:
    My Bloody Ludis
    Two Weeks Later...
     
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    “Come in!”
    The curtains parted and in
walked Flavia with a younger, new slave in tow.
    Dominus lay on his bed,
luxuriating in its softness, anticipating deflowering the young delicate thing
quaking before him. He looked over to Flavia, directing her to remove the
girl’s clothing.
    “And her subligaculum too,”
he said, as his body slave proceed to undress the girl.
    As the young girl’s tunic
fell about her ankles, Gaius could feel his cock begin to grow appreciatively.
She had a body to die for. She was a tiny thing, standing five foot at best,
thin like he liked them, but not starving. Her silky skin was dark, and
flawless. Clearly no one had ever taken a whip to her. Her perfectly
symmetrical face betrayed her age. Clearly her ample chest and curvy hips
suggested woman, but that innocent