Out of all men and women, only a few are chosen to be slaves. Only a few can become gladiators, and even less women can become gladiatrices. A gladiator is a man who can fight upon sands, spill blood. But a gladiator fit to be a god is bestowed upon the sands with such praise from those around them, they fight to gain more.

A gladiatrix has to work harder to be better, faster and stronger than men. She has to build herself up, both psychically, emotionally and mentally. She must not flinch at the sight of blood, she must disobey the calling of a fight. She must be worthy and must stand tall in order to appeal to those around her.

Yet, it is far more easier to not show care, to not give weight to an arena with you name - Yet this one gladiatrix does.

Her name is Alexandria, although a seemingly simple name she is anything but.

"And what do they call you, gladiatrix?" Quintus Batiatus questioned, looking over the women dress in armor - buckles and belts along her body.

"Alexandria... Some may know me as Lady Lex - Defender of Man. I have many of names given to me by many people." She stated, speaking highly of herself. Batiatus chuckled, turning his head to see Lucretia coming up to look her over.

"Did you give yourself that title?"

"My name means such."

Batiatus turned to her owner, sighing quietly. "How much?" He assumed the price would be high, but was fairly shocked when her owner have him a fair price. He paid it and smiled at the gladiatrix.

"Why was he so quick to sell you off?"

"He says I'm more trouble than I'm worth... I have no respect for those around me." Alexandria spoke honestly, watching Lucretia nod with a smile as Batiatus shook his head.

"You'll go down to the cells and make yourself known to your new home."

"Yes, Dominus." Alexandria replied, bowing as she began to settle right in. Two guards leading her down to where she would make her new life.

Many of the men roared with calls and vulgar comments towards her as she walked, the guards showing her the cell. She glanced around it before hearing the guards tell her they'll be down the ways.

She moved around her blanket, trying to put it into a good position before she removed her large coat and set it across her "bed" and began removing armor, hanging it on hooks that were put in her cell as to not be mixed up with the gladiator armor.

She closed her cell door slightly as she exited, having some of the heavy weight off her but still had a few things to make her still known to be a gladiatrix. Lex walked between the cells and continued to ignore the few men calling out to her.

She found herself stopping at a brunette man's cell. "Do they call to women all day?"

The man turned around, seeing her watching him. "Yes."

"Perhaps they should tend to each others cocks before I put sword where mouth or cunt would be." She said harshly, much to the man's dismay.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"I could question of you the same."

"Agron." He said to her, smiling gently as he reached out his hand through the cell door. Lex wrapped her right hand around his wrist as he did the same for her and they made eye contact.

"Lex." She told him in reply, before drawing her hand back. "Have you any idea where I could find water?"

"There is wine and wine." Agron told her with a shrug before gesturing to the end of the gate. "Try and ask the guards, I've been working them up for several days since my arrival."

Lex nodded at his words as she glanced over the dreadlocks in his hair. The guards began coming towards her and she sighed. "I must be going, these pricks might think me bait." She said with a dry laugh, shaking her head as the guards stood beside her.

They led her back up to the main part of the house, showing her a place to bathe. "Why must I do this, Domina?" Lex asked, her brows furrowed as the woman watched her stare at the steaming water as if it were poison.

"To prepare yourself for a show."

"A show?"

"To let everyone know your face inside the arena, you'll be presented clean so blood, dirt and sweat will coat your body. Sweat will be sold." Domina replied, watching Lex nod with a unsure look on her face.

"I'm not use to bathing with such fine items... Forgive me, Domina." Lex said, shaking her head as she looked up.

"It is quite alright, when you are dome the slaves will bring up your things and help you get ready."

Lex nodded as she took off her remaining clothing items as Lucretia left, two body slaves stood near the water as she walked in, obvious care had been taken to each hair that was not present on her body.

Lex enjoyed herself as the other slaves smoothed their hands over her body, she chuckled deeply as one ran their hands over her breasts and down her cunt. They spent more time in the water than previously planned, Lex getting dressed as she was coming off and orgasmic high from some pleasure she sought out with the body slaves.

She buckled on her armor, and left most of it off before going down to the gates of the arena. "Welcome, citizens!" Batiatus began, introducing who would be inside the arena.

"There is a newcomer inside the arena on this day, upon the sands we have a gladiatrix!"

Lex smiled to herself as she stood beside gladiators, grazing her body with their eyes as the gates opened. The crowd roared with cheering and clapping as the gladiatrix and gladiators found themselves on the opens sands.

Let the games begin.