Anything at all!

“I hated Kylotanes!” Adrianna replies with the same open passion that you have become accustom to. “That was his training style, make his pupils hate him more than anyone or anything else in the world.” You’ve had trainers like him before and you knew exactly what she meant. “He never once offered any encouragement, Every time we trained after the initial warm up period he would spar with me. Almost one hundred times over the two year period we trained together I never beat him once.” You are not surprised by this, a trained swordsman should never lose to a girl a fraction of his weight who has been training for just a few years.

“Sometimes I’d end up on the floor, with him standing between my legs; sometimes he’d pin me to the wall with his hairy body or I’d be twisted around and he’d stand behind me using a handful of hair to hold my head back while he ran his blunted gladius slowly along my throat. Every time I lost he said the crudest most vile things to me about how I looked or acted, and how poorly I fought.”

“That’s what you get for trying to fight like a man.” You tell her stroking her wavy hair as she speaks.

“That’s what he would say as he sent me to hit the practice target!” Exclaims Adrianna “And then he’d always add – ‘Not that it matters because no matter how good you get with your gladius you still don’t have one of these.’ And he would pull out his phallus with his hand and walk back to whichever **** girl I brought for him.”

Adrianna grabs your hand in hers and presses her soft cheek against it as she looks up at you with her grey eyes . “By all the gods I hated him! And I hated the girls that he would use; and I even hated my brother because he was there as a witness and Kylotanes wouldn’t ever have me as long as he was there.” Her hand clenches yours in her strong fingers. “I would hit the training pole so hard the entire room echoed with the sound of my blows. Over and over I’d imagine that it was his hairy face I was smashing until I was too exhausted to lift my arm.” No wonder her arms and hands had such strength, it sounded like Kylotanes’ training worked pretty well.

“And you would have let this trainer take you?” You prod “Even though you hated him?”

“Yes” she whispered “I despised him, and the way his hairy body reeked of stale sweat, but every time we sparred I knew that if he wanted me I’d let him do anything he chose to me.” She pulls your hand to her lips and starts kissing your palm, pressing her soft lips against your calloused hand. "When he pinned me against the wall he could have lifted one of my thighs, pushed aside my lace undergarment and popped my cherry like I was a common street rat." Adrianna is exciting you again as her words paint images of her and her trainer. "Or kneel me at his feet and have me hold my tits for him to fuck like this." Adrianna uses her soft round globes to encircle your slick shaft. The warmth and smoothness of her skin feels incredible as you slide your shaft between her breasts.

"And he knew it! He knew he could have me in anyway, anytime he wanted, even though he disgusted me. He'd smile at me as took the slaves and that made me hate him even more." Kneeling at your feet is one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen, and you have to have her.

“Even stretch your butt hole with his cock?” you ask Adrianna as you pull her to her feet and stand behind her. “Would you have let this sword master take your ass?” Adrianna lets out a tiny whimper as she braces her arms on the bed and separates her legs invitingly.

“Anything at all.”