Spartacus: Blood and Sand
'The Harpy of Corinth'
Chapter 7- The Seleucid
It was that time of the month when Dominus went into the city to search for new prospects for the servant quarters or the arena. I was to escort him alongside Oenamaus, "I once said to Silonius that he would have better fortune letting women fight in the arena," Batiatus said to me, and smirked a smile, "you are making me eat my own words, Harpy, and with gratitude they taste like wine," anyone can do anything if they set mind toward purpose. If my purpose is to kill so I can one day earn my freedom, so be it.
I have accepted the fate the gods have bestowed upon me. My fate is tied to the blade of a sword. A Spaniard named Mira offered me one of her dresses to wear to the market. I still wear my armbands, but I wear sandals in place of my iron greaves. I looked around at my surroundings. The city was bustling in the midday with people and merchants looking to sell their goods, "Ah! Batiatus, it seems you have found purpose in the Greek, a fine Amazon in the arena she is, come and see my new stock of girls,"
"Ludii across the empire are now training women to fight in the arena as well, perhaps you can try your luck with my new stock," explained the merchant. I looked to see Batiatus scratching his chin at the merchant's prospects. There was one among the women that caught my eye. The gods seemed to have blessed her with a very womanly figure. She had brown eyes, and long dark brown hair with as many curls as there are waves upon the sea. It seems I am not the only one eying the slave girl in the market.
"What of that one? She seems blessed with beauty and well-proportioned in figure...more than most slave girls in the market," said Batiatus pointing to her. The merchant pulled her up by the iron collar and chains around her neck. Many months ago that was once me. Her eyes met mine. Although I have found the purpose of my being on the sand of the arena, I am still a slave and no different from her. This woman looked around my age, and slightly shorter than me. Her long brown hair went down to her back.
"You seek to purchase the Anatolian? Found this one in Galatia, an exotic beauty from the east is she not? Thirty denarii and she will be the envy of all the slave girls in your villa," praised the merchant. I could not put my thoughts into words at the one standing before me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon. Batiatus nodded to his words of encouragement seemingly looking to make a purchase, "so what say you, Batiatus? Thirty denarii, and the girl is yours, to serve...to train...to fuck,"
"Forty," said Batiatus and made his purchase of her with proper coin and a handshake, "come now, and I shall make you presentable to meet your new domina," When we returned to the ludus, I went back to training with my mind set on her. In the evening, I fed my pet Theseus and saw the new slave girl fetching water from the well. When I finished my meal, I went up to try and make some conversation with her. She had her duties to attend to. She looked back at me, and smiled as she went back into the villa.
She was wearing that light blue dress that I had borrowed from Mira, "Maybe another day," I said quietly to myself. The goddess Nyx cloaks the world in her darkness of her sacred night. I felt inside me that there was a connection forming between me and the Anatolian. Yet I still do not know her name. I sat down at the stairs leading out to the sands of the training area, and looked up at the moon. My arms made sore from a days training with a sword and shield under the tutelage of Crixus the Undefeated Gaul.
Her skin was flawless with a small mole on the lower left part of her eye. I looked to see Crixus standing behind me, and leaning against a column, "You fancy the Anatolian?" he asked, I thought it was best to be truthful to him and I nodded to tell him that he was correct, "I figured as such, seeing that none of the men have the courage to try and stick a cock in you, if you wish to receive some words of wisdom, I say you should set mind to pursuing her, beauties like her only come once in a lifetime," Crixus explained
"Odd words coming from you considering you once called me a cockless waste of flesh," I joked with a light chuckle, Crixus has started training me to fight in the ways of the Murmillo. Crixus is a strong man, but he has his feelings for a girl, a Phoenician named Naevia. I hold no ill will towards the Gaul, "you need not worry about such things, Crixus, as a mother holds a child to her breast in it's infancy, you hold great pride in yourself as a man," I placed a light hand on his shoulder, and I went to go look for her.
I went around the ludus, and nodded to the night guard at his post at the gates. As I strolled around the villa, my ears were welcomed by a soft, sweet voice, as sweet and womanly as honey from the summer blossoms, "What is it that you have come to seek, Gladiator?" she asked, I turned to see that it was her, the Galatian. Her long flowing curls of dark brown hair were tied back in a tail. I walked up to her slowly so my eyes can take in the sitting beauty. It seems Lucretia has deemed her fit to serve her needs.
The Anatolian is elegant with a certain grace and charm about her. Her face was soft and welcoming as were her eyes. She sported a curvaceous figure, one any man would want to see free of clothes. She possessed long legs, with large wide hips and curved muscular thighs with a softness to compliment her smooth, round ass and toned calves. She sported a toned waist with large, round breasts. I wonder if she has had trouble with men in the present or in the past? Or would she make the Domina Lucretia jealous?
"Only what there is to seek," I replied sitting down next to her. Everything about her seemed to be the opposite of me. Her hair is very long while mine is short and boyish. Her body is smooth, and flawless while mine is scarred from many months of training and fighting in the arena, "for the moment, I only seek your name," I requested kindly of her. She smirked a smile at me, and placed her hand on top of mine. Her touch was gentle and smooth which made my blood warm. I never knew such a feeling in my life.
"From the days training, I know you are called Kadri," she replied, I nodded to her with a small smile, "my sister called me Iva," we kept our voices as quiet as the night. I stood up and helped Iva gently up to her feet. She looked into my eyes, and reached up to place a light kiss on my lips, "when the time comes, you will know more about me than just my name, until then I bid you good night," As she was leaving my side for the night, I sneaked a tap at the smooth, round and beautiful ass she was blessed with.
I ran my hand through what little hair I had on my head. What a sight it was to watch the motion of her ass with her every step. I sighed a light happy sigh at what had just unfolded. I heard another pair of footsteps, but I paid no mind to it. Iva turned an eye back at me. I nodded to bid her good night as well. I never expected her to be so open toward me. I suppose Aphrodite works in mysterious ways. I looked forward to the chance that I would get to see her again. Iva is soft and gentle, but also kind and playful.
Iva lightly giggled as she went back to the villa, "I saw that," said another gladiator in a joking way. It was a good friend of Spartacus, a Roman named Varro, "I did not think that harpies can find love as they are too busy luring men to their deaths" I laughed lightly at his joke as he was escorting me back to my holding cell, "I must say, your taste in women is comparable to your skill with blade," he complimented. That night in my cell, I slept peacefully with thoughts of Iva occupying my dreams. What a woman she is.