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  Gladiator

  By

  Piper Stone

  Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone

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  Stone, Piper

  Gladiator

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Period Images and Shutterstock/diversepixel

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

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  Chapter One

  Katarina

  Clang. Clang. Clang.

  “They’re coming. Oh, God help us,” a female voice screeched, her accent thick and husky.

  What the hell? I was finely able to open my eyes, scanning the area around me as another girl continued to wail, the sound pitiful and terrified. My lips were cracked, my throat parched, making it difficult to swallow, and I fought to catch a tiny breath of air. Where am I?

  “What is going on?” I managed, my voice raspy. I noticed the terror on one of the girls’ faces. She was huddled next to me, clinging to my arms as if I could save her life.

  “They... they’re coming for us,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “They’re going to whip us.”

  “Who? What is this place?” My mind remained foggy as I attempted to figure out what the hell was going on. I scanned the area again, butterflies rumbling in my stomach. There were so many women surrounding me, all of them almost catatonic.

  She continued shaking violently, bubbles floating past her lips. I was sick of her constant wailing and shook her hard, getting in her face. I had to know what the fuck was going on.

  “Tell me. Who the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.

  Swallowing, she slumped against the stone wall. “Don’t you know? Aliens. They’re fucking monsters. They took me from my bed two months ago. We’re all going to die. They’ll use you and fuck you and whip you...”

  “What?” Aliens? Nothing was making any sense. Fucking? Whipping? This had to be some kind of a terrible nightmare. “Where are we?” I glanced around what was nothing more than a large cage, almost retching from the disgusting stench permeating the damp air. “Tell me!” The primitive enclosure was dark and ominous, the stone walls pitted and stained. Almost every prisoner was filthy, covered in mud, their hair matted, their faces haunted.

  “I don’t know. Okay? A planet, I think. Oh, God. Oh, God!” she whimpered, scuttling backward as another clang resonated throughout the cage.

  Everything was fuzzy. I rubbed my brow as the wretched noises continued. “What else do you know? What do they want?” Try to think. Try to process. As if I could make sense of anything. Maybe I was losing my mind as well as my patience. “Tell. Me!”

  The girl shuddered, wincing from my harsh actions. “I don’t know really. A game. All this is about a game. I was chosen once. It’s horrible what they do. That’s all I know. I swear. Please don’t hurt me and don’t tell them I told you. They’ll gut me.”

  A game? This was crazy. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just talk to me. I don’t understand.”

  “You will. They’ll beat you and fuck you and...” Her voice trailed off as the stomp of boots clamored through the space, something or someone approaching.

  I stood to my full height, allowing the girl to hide behind me.

  “Get back!” a male voice bellowed, rumbling like thunder. There was something off about his voice as if English wasn’t his first language. The clanging came from something hard being smacked against metal.

  I was almost crushed as several of the girls scampered past me, every one of them horrified. I glared in the direction of the noise, refusing to back down. Fuck whatever creatures were in control. There were several barbaric grunts and the others around me scuttled away like rats, fearful of whatever was coming in our direction.

  Terror snagged my mind, pulling me into despair.

  Then I caught a glimpse of the brutes, their huge bodies and bulky muscles unlike any being I’d ever seen. They were terrifying, their appearance straight out of a horror movie.

  No! This couldn’t be happening. My name is Katarina Garens. My name is Katarina Garens. While I might still be able to remember my name, I also realized at that very moment that I was going to die. There was no other explanation. I shifted backwards, mixing with the crowd as the beings approached the iron bars.

  Two of them spoke in another language, surveying the cage as they licked their lips.

  I continued to huddle in the corner, my face pressed against cold, wet stone, trying to remain unnoticeable. I slapped my hands over my ears, praying to God this was just a nasty nightmare. I shuddered and scanned the area around me. I’d been correct. There were hundreds of other girls, all speaking different dialects, the horrible buzz of their screeching and whining penetrating my eardrums.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” the girl from before whimpered.

  The sound of a creaking door sent a flurry of activity throughout the cage, all trying to race away from whoever was responsible for the noise but there was nowhere to go. A vision pulsed into my mind, horrifying in detail. I attempted to block out the entire situation, taking several deep breaths.

  Then I heard his voice in close proximity, before I even laid eyes on him.

  Thump. Thump. Thump.

  “Get up. Now!” The gravelly tone boomed throughout the dense space, filtering over the screams and moans. “You have been selected.”

  The fucker was talking directly to me.

  I tipped my head, my eyes moving from the thickness of the monster’s calves to his thunderous thighs and chiseled hips. His massive chest muscles pushed hard against the stark uniform he was wearing, indicating incredible strength. The man was a giant. An alien. It was his face I was terrified of.

  Bluish in hue and almost human-looking, the horns on the top of his head fueled the violent images that had been filtering into my mind the last few hours. Hell, maybe days. I had no idea how I’d gotten here or if I had been transported into some horrific 3-D game where the villains were products of our dark, angry, and vivid imaginations.

  I didn’t react other than opening my mouth, fighting back a strangled scream. That alone pissed him off.

  The beast grabbed my arm, yanking with enough fury that I was pitched against him, the lurid grin on his face one I’d never forget. He ground his hips against mine, enabling me to feel his thick, hard cock throbbing. He thrust his hand into the bodice of the dress I was wearing, squeezing my breasts until I whimpered from the pain. As his rough fingers fondled my nipple, I was shocked that wetness pooled between my legs. He pinched my hardened bud, twisting an
d turning until I cried out.

  “Let me go!” My scream was mirrored by others but there was no one willing to help me.

  He chuckled, the sound like some evil monster as he shifted the same hand between my legs, brutally fingering me, shoving several long digits into my pussy. “Wet. The king was right. She will do.”

  “No. No!” I levied a hard punch, catching him off guard, his oversized eyes glowing as his rage increased.

  “You’re one of the chosen,” he snarled, his forked tongue flicking across his full lips, his massive hand slamming against my throat. “You will obey, or you will be punished.” Hissing, he darted a glance at my naked breast, his eyes full of longing before easing back.

  “Fuck you, asshole.” The words rushed from my mouth as the fear swept into my throat.

  He snarled, tilting his head then in a swift move, planted one humongous foot against the iron bars, lifting and plopping me over his thigh. I slapped at the bars, trying desperately to get away, but it was no use. He was far too strong.

  I was shocked when he yanked up the thin dress I was wearing, exposing my naked bottom. I’d never felt so embarrassed or humiliated in my life. Even though I struggled, able to swing my arm back and catching him in the chest, he managed to unfasten his belt, jerking it from his uniform.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you what happens to bad little humans who don’t follow the rules,” he hissed in a husky tone.

  I heard the whoosh of the thick leather seconds before the strap connected with my bottom, sending a wave of blinding pain coursing through even inch of my body. I heard the scream erupting from my mouth as well as the asshole’s dark and evil chuckle.

  The man was laughing at me.

  Fuck him!

  I tried once again to get out of his grasp, smashing my fist against his leg. He was hard-bodied, and unlikely to have felt my weak blow. When the belt was brought down again, I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give him the pleasure of knowing my discomfort.

  Then he delivered four more brutal strikes and I’d had enough.

  “Get off me, you bastard!” My voice only fueled the other beasts, all of them snorting their delight, their eyes burning with lust. My God, their cocks were all thick and hard, throbbing against their tight uniforms. This was sick.

  “This one is a fighter,” he snarked as he raised the belt again, bringing it down several times, moving from my ass cheeks to my upper thighs.

  The pain became white hot, searing my naked skin.

  “That will suit the king. He likes a display,” another alien said, followed by all of them laughing.

  “Fuck all of you. You will die for this!” I knew my words would only fuel another series of harsh strikes.

  One after the other the beast brought down the belt, each harder than the one before. The burn was incredible, forcing me to suck in my breath, leaving me fighting to keep the tears at bay. They would not break me. Never.

  He refused to stop, fueled by the cries of the other girls. Pain radiated down my legs, leaving me shaking all over.

  Then my body reacted in a manner that was horrifying. My pussy twitched, my clit vibrating as if the savage punishment turned me on. No! Shame roared through every cell, leaving me bucking against his leg. The scent of my arousal was disgusting yet delighted the animal even more.

  He growled savagely then thrust several fingers into my pussy. The shock was horrifying.

  “You’re wet, little girl. I would enjoy sticking my cock deep inside.” He plunged brutally, continuing to issue a low-slung growl.

  I remained in shock at my body’s reaction, the monster almost pushing me into an intense climax. When he removed his fingers, I was almost grateful, until he smacked the strap down again. And again.

  The punishment was far from over.

  “You will learn to obey, little girl.”

  “We need to get the prisoners to the arena, brother,” another beast stated.

  The man whipping me grunted like the animal he was, driving his fingers inside one last time. Then he leaned over, whispering in my ear, “If you’re not chosen, I will find you and I will fuck you.”

  He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, squeezing as he pulled me to my feet. Every inch of my body was shaking, my face flushed and my bottom raw from the intense spanking. He made certain I watched as he opened his gigantic mouth, sliding his juice-covered fingers inside. The sucking sounds were disgusting, almost as much as the fact my nipples were rock hard.

  How could I feel any kind of desire?

  My legs were jelly, my entire body quaking as he jerked me along. Suddenly, I could see more of the same creatures, all storming into the crowded cage, each grabbing at least one other girl.

  “Fuck off and die,” I snarled under my breath.

  “Fucking you would be a pleasure, human, but no talking! That will only result in additional punishment.” He leaned in, brushing his cold lips against my cheek. “I would love stripping you bare, sticking my cock into every one of your holes. Maybe one day I’ll have the pleasure.”

  The screaming continued and I could hear something else—the sound of a weapon, what I’d call Tasers being used, zapping those who continued to struggle. As the monster yanked me into the hallway, I was able to steal a glance over my shoulder, remaining in shock and awe at the barbaric conditions of the cage we’d been kept in.

  Stained stone walls and dirty floors, only the color wasn’t right. Everything was damp, musty, the vile stench of decay permeating the air.

  Anyone who fought the beasts was brutalized, shocked until their body jumped involuntarily from the heavy voltage of electricity. I learned very quickly to become compliant, keeping my mouth clamped shut.

  Tears formed in my eyes, but I fought my fears as he dragged me down a dank hallway, my legs stumbling as his gait and speed increased. With every step, my bare feet snagged against sharp rocks, the pain almost blinding. I didn’t understand any of this. All I could remember was being in my apartment all alone, snuggled under a blanket and reading my favorite mystery.

  Had I fallen asleep, taken to another dimension?

  Please, God, get me out of here.

  Wham!

  I cringed, the horrible noise of metal hitting metal another reminder that I was a prisoner. Everything seemed to echo, including the piteous wails coming from all directions. Then I heard the clomping of boots slamming against the surface and dared to take another look behind me. At least a dozen other girls were being led by a similar-looking brute, all in formation and all against their will.

  I would never forget their expressions of terror.

  “Where are you taking us? What is this place? Tell me, you motherfucker!” You’re just dreaming. You’re just dreaming.

  The alien beast didn’t bother to acknowledge me in any form. He was merely completing a mission.

  I was a survivor. I’d been through several traumas in my limited years. Wait. Were we even still on Earth any longer? Wake up, Katarina. Wake up. I closed my eyes, willing the horrors away.

  Chanting.

  God, was there chanting coming from somewhere?

  Help me. Please help me!

  I knew in my gut that there was no one coming for me, no one that cared to help any of the forsaken.

  In the next several seconds, everything I knew about reality came to a standstill as I was led out of the darkness into the bright sun, only the blinding light had nothing to do with the world I’d known. Everything was wrong, off kilter.

  The sky was a bright orange, not kissed from the sun but stained from an artist’s palette. The ground was almost purple in color, dusty with the stench of blood and death floating all around me. The air itself was dense, humid as if there’d been a tremendous storm, but not a single surface glistened from raindrops.

  I blinked several times from the brightness, recoiling from the increasing noise. There were people everywhere, seated in what appeared to be an open-air arena.
However, the hundreds if not thousands of spectators weren’t people.

  No. No. No. No. No!

  They were all monsters, every one of them with horns and twisted mouths and vicious-looking eyes staring at the line of girls being paraded in front of them.

  Like animals.

  Dozens of the same beasts dressed in silver-plated armor surrounded the enclosure, various weapons attached to thick metal belts.

  There would be no escape.

  That very moment I began to fight, struggling with my captor in an effort to get away. There had to be some way of getting the hell out of here and going home. “Let me go. Fuck you. I don’t belong here.” I’d always been a fighter, capable of taking care of myself. I hadn’t taken several self-defense classes for nothing. I managed a hard punch in what I hoped was the alien’s kidneys following by a jab to his jaw.

  His grip slipped for that precious second, allowing me to twirl, gathering momentum. The kick was hard and directly to his groin. The very second before my foot landed exactly where I wanted it to, I noticed a throbbing bulge twice the normal size nestled between his powerful legs.

  Fuck. Me.

  The alien’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing but not from anger. Amusement. The bastard tipped his head back roaring—with laughter. The entire crowd did the same. I was thrown by their reaction, but my sixth sense told me no wretched deed would go unpunished.

  I scuttled backward, immediately into the arms of another brute. The two spoke in their native language, complete with clicks and snarls. He held me fast as the first alien took long strides toward me, glowering down savagely, but I had an inkling of what they were saying.

  Whip and fuck the little human.

  As before, the beast’s eyes raked his eyes over every inch of me, his expression turning carnal.

  Then I was tossed over the brute’s shoulders, the creature taking long strides, ceremoniously dumping me back onto the ground. Within seconds I was secured to a steel pole that had been driven into the bare ground. All the clicks and snarls were horrifying, adding fuel to my rage. How dare these wretched beings treat us this way.

  “Let me go, you fuckhead!” My scream was quickly drowned out, the same laughter from the stands turning into a cackling sound.