Sylvia's Story

Kassie lies on the bed with Sylvia in the small room they share. Although she has never thought of herself as bisexual, she is glad for the comfort that her page brings her. The devastating loss in the arena is hours behind her, and she has had plenty of time to think about the words spoken to her as Sylvia tongued her face clean of the Red Warrior's anal cumblast.

"You have lost your battle," the unseen voice had said in that never-changing monotonous boom. "But you fought like a warrior. There will be more battles in your future, and more training to prepare you for them. We will be watching you, Kassie. Do not disappoint us, or you will never leave this place."

Sylvia kisses her gently on the cheek and caresses her hair."You look worried. Don't be. I have faith. You will free us, I know it."

"I don't know why you have such faith in me," sighs Kassie. Then she looks over at her page's bright blue eyes. "How did you come to be a page here?"

The younger woman's face blanches and she is silent. Kassie reaches for her, hugs her close as they lie face to face. "Tell me."

Sylvia takes a deep breath, and then she begins to speak.

I had just turned 18. It was the end of August and in a week I was to go off to college. I was so excited! My mother and I had gone to get some final supplies and -- well, one minute I was returning the empty shopping cart, the next thing I knew I was waking up in this awful place.

Then I experienced what you went through. Three men came in and anally **** me -- the Barbarians. It hurt so much! I wasn't a virgin, but I had never had anal sex before. It was so terrifying. Not just the pain but the utter degradation, the helplessness. They held me down, I couldn't move at all. I screamed, oh how I screamed! You know, you know what it's like. My ass was on fire, I felt like I couldn't breathe. And then when the voice told me to fart cum into another girl's face, it just seemed so insane, so nightmarish. I couldn't believe it was really happening. But of course, it was.

Like you, the Barbarians came in every hour and **** me again and again and tried to get me to "prove myself worthy." I was completely hysterical and broken by the end of that day. You managed to fart cum into my face on your fifth attempt, which is really, really impressive -- No, don't look guilty! This is going to sound strange but when you did that, I didn't feel humiliated or degraded. I felt honored to wear your ass-cum, to be marked as yours. And, if I am being honest, my gladiatrix, I felt excited.

I was never able to do it. They **** my ass every hour for a whole day, and no matter how much cum they put inside me, I just couldn't spray it out properly. Oh, it was awful. The voice called me all sorts of names and insults, it screamed at me. I sobbed and cried and felt so utterly worthless. And for what? To feel inadequate that I couldn't fire semen out of my asshole?! How insane is that? But this place, it makes you insane.

Girls like me, who don't prove themselves, have a few different fates. Some become rapemeat for the Barbarians. We never see them, they're kept in cages somewhere down below, I've just heard the tales. They usually go insane, minds totally broken. When you're rapemeat, your only purpose is to be a hole. Other girls, who can't even handle that fate ... well, no one knows for sure, but I'm pretty sure they're killed.

And then there's girls like me who become pages. If you're pretty and attracted to women and, yeah, docile enough to be a servant, being a page isn't so bad. I've been in this place, well, based on when you said you were taken, it's been almost two years. I have served many different gladiatrices during this time, some who fought for a long time, some who lasted only a short time in the arena. And this might sound like -- like bullshit, but it's not, I swear! But I have never felt such a bond with my woman as I feel with you, and never have I felt such faith in your ability to free us.

When Sylvia finishes speaking, Kassie kisses her gently and they spend a tender moment with lips pressed together. Then Kassie gives her a look. "So, you really think I can free us?"

The younger blonde nods immediately. "I know you can. Fifty battles sounds like a lot, but you can do it."

Kassie isn't so sure. "Tatiana has battled for months, you said. She must be close."

Sylvia nods. "She has won 45 battles. She is very close to winning freedom for herself and her page."

"And when someone wins freedom," asks Kassie. "How exactly does that work? They just go back to their normal life?"

Her page is silent for a moment, her eyes looking down. Kassie strokes her face. "Tell me, Sylvia."

Sylvia takes a breath, lets it out slowly. "I don't know how it works. No one has ever done it."