A Gladiator’s Glory

In spite of the grim confines of the cell, I felt a wave of relief and couldn’t help sighing as I entered my little home. The door was slammed shut behind me, the click of the lock echoing down the long corridor. I heard the warden call to me before he was meant to depart and so turned to face him.

“Grangor, I did well betting on you today. I figure as you deserve this.” He cast a piece of salt pork through the bars to me. Without another word he marched away. I sat down on my bed, back against the wall and wolfed down the fatty meat. Then I wrapped the fur blankets around myself and tried to forget for awhile where I was, reaching for memories that seemed almost like another person’s life.

My mind was brought back to the present by a sharp voice echoing down the corridor. I couldn’t make out the words, but I recognised it immediately. Captain Ross. I could hear him laughing as he came closer to my cell. Once again, he was bringing someone down to gloat about his pet “abomination’s” victory in the arena. Supposedly I fought a great warrior among the humans. His shocked face when I - a half-blood abomination - had parted him with his life made me laugh. Like so many before him, he was so certain of his superiority simply for being human. Like so many before him, it hadn’t held true in the arena.

“Here he is, the great green beast himself! Beast!” Ross seemed to enjoy referring to me so, “Stand and present yourself.”

I knew I’d have no peace if I refused, so I rose from my bed. I threw the fur around my shoulders, but in doing so loosened my flimsy loincloth. As I stepped toward the bars, it fell away, revealing all of me to Captain Ross and his guest.

She was obviously someone important. She was heavily adorned with gold and other jewellery and wore a dress of a finer weave than the common rough spun woollen garments I usually saw humans wearing down here. It was light enough that I could clearly see her excitement expressed as points against the inside of her bodice. My nose easily able to smell her arousal, even if the humans were oblivious to it. She was in heat, ripe for breeding.

The lady gasped as my phallus responded instinctively to her arousal, rising with a gentle bob in time to my pulse. I grinned at her. She returned my grin with a smile, her green eyes glittering in the torchlight, nipping her bottom lip. She glanced away as Captain Ross’s barking laughter caught her attention.

“Look at the beast! Just the site of a true woman and he’s eager to rut. Well this savage will have to content himself with one of his own abominable kind.” Ross snickered.

I heard the red-haired woman mutter under her breath, “for now...”

As Captain Ross and his companion left Ross yapped an order at the warden, “give the beast his reward. You know what I expect if he refuses.”

The Warden, lurking nearby with the torch, snapped a cursory salute and called an order. As they disappeared from sight the clink of chains and cursing, occasionally cut with a high pitched, effeminate squeal, echoed down the corridor. I could understand words in a familiar language, one I hadn’t heard spoken since being enslaved. It came in a feminine voice, pleading with the unseen tormentor to stop hitting her. As they came into sight, I felt a snarl and a growl in my throat.

Vargas. A particularly vile guardsman that seemed to delight in tormenting anyone that wasn’t human. He held a crop in one hand that he had clearly been applying liberally to the diminutive creature ahead of him. There were welts on her arms, across her legs and one on her cheek from his ministrations.

“Get back,” he yapped at me. He emphasised his point with a jab in my stomach with his crop. I stepped back and lowered my head, knowing that if I showed him my hate, he’d trigger the collar around my neck. Sometimes he’d do it just for fun, just to see my pain.

“Good beastie,” he said, “master has a treat for you. I don’t see how a scumblood like you deserves anything, but he’s the master.”

Vargas unlocked my cell door and kicked the little woman into my cell before slamming it shut. “You have her till morning feeding.” With that he cracked the switch against the bars of my cell, causing the little thing to whimper and cringe, before swaggering off.

She scuttled back into a corner of the cell. I could make out more of her details as she crouched in the corner. She was a goblin. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders, framing a soft face set with ruby eyes. Her teeth, brilliantly white amidst her myrtle skin, darkened where she was bruised by the tender attentions of her keeper’s. Her eyes locked with mine, and her fangs were bared as she hissed at me. I couldn’t help noticing the press of her breasts against her shift, or how they had jounced.

I considered the little creature for a moment, so like my own people, as I considered what I ought to do next?