I meant to post this with chapter one, but I realized I never his the submit button.
I'm glad you guys enjoyed the first chapter.
Green eyes looked the slave up and down as he sat at a luxurious white marble slab desk that stood on bronze legs. He squinted his eyes as he ran a hand through his orange hair; he sat back in his wooden chair. With his legs now crossed leisurely, he folded his arms as he looked at the numbers he had just added below.
"Do you know how much I lost with you?" Roman began in a steady tone.
Sun stared blankly at the white marble desk in front of him, his blue eyes flicked to the grand balcony behind his master as he caught a brief glimpse of the spring sunset. The view from Torchwick's second floor office was breath taking.
However, now was not the time for pleasantries. Uncomfortably, he shift what weight he could off of his sprained knee.
"No, Master." The usual mirth was gone.
"500 gold lien." Torchwick replied steadily. With 12 bronze lien, you could get a decent meal and room at local inn. With 5 gold lien, you could outfit a soldier with brand new gear.
The Faunus remained silent as he made a slight face, "…What would you have me do, Master?" His voice still meek, his gaze trained at the ground.
Roman smiled as he sat up, he picked up the sheet of paper before him as he went over the numbers again. "You're in luck, I won 1400 gold lien from Red's fight, so our losses are covered. However, the fact that I lost out on 500 gold lien, well, that doesn't sit too well with me." The paper was set back down, "There's a party tonight, here at the Villa. I want you to gain favor with Lady Dew Gayl."
Sun lifted his eyes as he recognized the more pleasant tone in his master's voice, "Lady Dew Gayl." He repeated to affirm that he was listening.
Roman smiled at his slave's manners, well trained. "I've noticed she has taken a liking to you, and her husband is away fighting the good fight against Vale." His green eyes darted to Neo who stood in the corner, at the entrance of the office was his other henchmen, Junior. "Entice her, but don't do anything she hasn't paid for. Lady Gayl has much coin in her purse that I would like to make good use of."
Sun knew exactly what he needed to do for his Master, "Understood." He was used to being pawned off like this.
"Good." Torchwick waved his hand, "Junior, take him back to compound. Ensure Monkey King, Reaper, and the two new gladiator hopefuls are washed up and ready to go for this evening. Tell Melanie to bring out the nice oils for them and do get Miltiades to attend to the Faunus' wounds. I wouldn't want my product to go bad." The instruction came.
The man called Junior who wore black colored breeches and tunic with a short sword strapped to his side nodded as he motioned the gladiator to follow him. Neo nodded her head as she followed the two out the door.
Or at least she tried until a rather loud stage cough interrupted her.
Green eyes that burned into her mismatched ones told a different story of what she had originally planned. With a sly smile, Neo grabbed the oak door and proceeded to close it. With the grace of a fox, she slowly strutted over to the marble desk and carefully looked over the different scrolls and paperwork that were organized on top of it.
A simple sweep of her arm and the tabletop was cleared as she took an elegant seat on top of the cold marble.
"You're going to have to clean that up later." Roman's hands touched the inside of her thighs tantalizingly, the slaver complied as her legs spread apart. With a clever grin, Neo brought her hands to the shoulders of the slave master, tracing their outline softly before running her hands down his exposed biceps. With a firm grasp, she held on to those strong biceps – she knew how much the action stroked Roman's ego.
With a gasp, Neo felt her form being pulled closer to the slave master and a familiar pressure being applied against her nether regions. The hard member was being slowly grinded up against her, which caused a small sense of pleasure to ignite deep within her belly. She loved it when Torchwick wore his fine toga, especially with how readily available and accessible his cock was. Which she was exploiting at the moment as her careful and gentle hands maneuvered through the fine cloth before firmly grasping the hard cock.
Roman's eyes rolled skywards to the great god Oum himself as he felt the head of member being teased in just the right way. "For fuck's sake, you know how riled up I always get after those gladiator matches." The slave master growled as he roughly pulled down the breeches to his slaver.
Her pussy proved to be ready by the time Torchwick's fingers traced the folds, a long string of her juices clung to the tip of his fingers when he pulled away. His cock twitched in excitement as the anticipation to plunge deep within the woman ran through his entire being.
If there was one thing Roman enjoyed the most, it was fucking this Neo after a long day of work.
Meanwhile, in the slave compound of the Villa, the four specified slaves bathed. The prospect gladiators waited their turn to soak in the large bath that currently Ruby and Sun relaxed in. They simply knelt and waited patiently for their turn to finally get clean, this would be their first bath in what seemed to be days. Seniority and rank among the slaves were strictly upheld; the two weary gladiator prospects had learned that the hard way. They weren't even done yet with the required training that the slaver Neo was putting them through.
Their muscles were worn down and the hot water felt glorious against them.
Junior stood by the bath entrance, but not for Sun and Ruby, but to ensure that the two prospects were properly bathed and knew where they needed to go to get prepared for tonight.
"Lady Gayl is at the top of my list tonight." Sun mentioned as he looked over his wounds, the bleeding stopped, but he knew that he would have to treat the deep gash on his left arm. The older gladiator had taken care to rinse off before stepping into the communal tub, he knew that his blood staining the water would have irritated Ruby. In the low lighting coming from the fire dust crystals that decorated the interior of the whole slave encampment revealed the Monkey King himself to be in the buff. His chiseled abs glistened against the light as he splashed the warm water on his broad chest.
Ruby shrugged, equally as nude as her companion next to her, "Any particular reason?" A clear deep scar ran across her chest, she had both her arms propped up on the worn marble edge of the communal bath. A few scars were littered across her torso as well – marks of glory from the arena.
"Master Torchwick thinks that she could be a recurring guest, her husband is away for the war." Sun explained, "A cash cow ready to spend her husband's hard earned money."
"For your services of course." Silver eyes closed as she leaned back into the water, "The only thing I like about these parties is when they let us bathe in the hot water." Usually the water would always be cold and bathing was more of a business ordeal rather than the current bliss both gladiators were currently experiencing. She breathed in deep the scent of the bath oils as the bathing room smelled absolutely delightful. The smell of lavender was thick, instead of the regular mildew and blood that usually lingered in the baths.
"Where's Wukong?" Miltiades appeared with an impatient look on her face, "Come down with me to the infirmary so that I can treat your wounds now." She demanded, the Malachite twin was dressed in regular robes that had a deep red theme to them. Like Junior, she wore no slave collar on her neck, unlike the rest of the occupants in the room.
Sun sighed, as he would have liked to stay in the warm water longer, a towel was handed to him by one of the gladiator prospects that still waited to get into the large tub. With a nod of his head, Sun began to towel off before throwing his breeches on. He followed the twin to the infirmary with a slight limp now, his knee doing much better after soaking in the hot water.
"You two, go ahead and get clean. Make sure to take extra care as Master Torchwick will not take kindly to sub par hygiene." Ruby instructed as she too was given a towel by the two prospects. She hadn't bothered to learn the newbies names just yet.
The splashing of water could be heard as the two practically jumped into the communal bath before the water turned cold.
With the towel loosely around her shoulders, Ruby didn't bother to put on her usual ragged tunic and breeches she wore around the compound and in the arena. Melanie would have thrown a fit and sent her back to the bath where the water would be much colder and not as clean as when she first stepped in. Two long scars could be seen on her back in a cross shape – some times the crack of the whip would cause the young gladiator to flinch, other times she's able to drown out the sound.
The slave knew where she had to go to get dressed as she held her dirty clothes in hand.
Roman's villa was grand as it was built from fine stones and solid marble. The Mistrali long white columns decorated the entrance's exterior and a long white stone staircase led to the double door entrance to the Villa. Inside the villa had a waiting room at the entrance, and one taken down the hallway you were treated to the sight of the famous open area that slaves, food, and wine were available every where. Upon further exploration there was a parlor with luxurious seats decorated in fine fur and other comfortable blankets and a first floor viewing area of the large sandy courtyard that Torchwick's slaves trained in to become full fledged gladiators.
Pending they survive the training.
The second floor contained more parlors and rooms for the guests, as well as Roman's personal office. A grand balcony over looked the courtyard as well. Then came the underground level that had tunnels that ran to the slave encampment. There was a couple of rooms in this underground that were the living quarters for Roman's more graceful products. These slaves were kept clean at all times and were well versed in Mistrali courtesies and cooking, they were a mix of beautiful males and females as they not only worked as servants, but as entertainment as well.
Across the courtyard was the slave's encampment; in stark contrast to the grand villa the encampment was built out of simple stone and wood, just the bare minimum to keep the elements out. The entirety of the courtyard and the slave encampment was surrounded by a high stonewall and solid iron gates that led directly into the courtyard.
Ruby walked through the underground tunnels that were lit by the fire dust crystal; a guard that stood at the iron gate that sectioned off the Villa's tunnel entrance from the slave encampment was present. With a nod, the guard unlocked the gate and allowed Ruby to pass through. She knew exactly which room on the underground floor to go to.
On her way she caught sight of the sex slaves quarters, which were much more luxurious than her own, but she paid it no mind as she would much rather be a gladiator than… that.
"Red!" Melanie exclaimed in her fine Mistrali style dressed, "So glad you're here, now put this on for the guests tonight." She hummed as she pointed to the fine clothing and polished armor that was on a table. Melanie took the rags from the gladiator's hand and tossed them into a bin to be washed. Ruby put on the black tunic and breeches and proceeded to strap on the leather boots she usually wore in the arena. The armor was made from the finest metal and was decorated in black and red themes and carvings, on her chest piece in the center was a menacing wolf head, and her shoulder pads were carved with a rose. The metal vambraces had a similar theme to them; all of this had never seen a day in the arena as Torchwick had this made specifically for the parties.
To complete the look, a blood red cape was neatly folded on the table. Melanie took a little time to look over Ruby as she took a cloth to polish off any blemishes on the shiny armor.
"You make many Mistrali Commanders and Generals jealous with this look." Melanie smiled as she handed the cape to Ruby; the slave complied as she fastened it around her neck. "Last two things." A large emblem with the Kingdom of Mistral's brand on it was in one hand, the other an ornate gladius with a dull edge. Ruby bit the inside of her cheek as she clasped the emblem on the right side of the red cloak she wore, the gladius she attached at her right hip with the sword belt.
"Thank you, Lady Malachite." Ruby replied humbly with a bowed head.
Melanie was pleased with the token of appreciation, "Now head on upstairs, Neo should be waiting in the parlor room." She instructed.
With a trained gait, her path automatically brought her to the parlor room, there she took a familiar spot in the center of the room and waited with her hands behind her back for either the slaver or her master to address her.
Roughly 20 minutes had passed; Sun had made his way to the parlor as well. Like Ruby, Torchwick had a fine set of armor made for the Monkey King.
Sun wore no chest piece while he was in his ornate gear, his tanned chest and abs were always readily seen at all of these party. On his right arm it was fully armored as the ornate white scales decorated in gold designs made it's way elegantly to the top of his shoulder. A leather strap could be seen running across his chest to keep the armor in place. On his left forearm he wore vambraces that were decorated in the same white and gold theme. His breeches were a sharp white that tucked into his leather boots; a blue scarf could be seen around his neck with Mistral's emblem pinned on the right side there. On his sword belt were two ornate gladius, the edge dull as well.
Ruby spotted the sword wound on his chest and saw that the Malachite twin had treated the gash on his left arm.
"You ready for this?" Sun muttered softly, he had a keen sense of hearing due to his Faunus trait and would know when anyone was approaching the room.
"As I'll ever be." Ruby sighed, "Any idea why they're bringing up the brand new guys? I would have thought Bolin and Nadir would have been brought out." Roman had a total of 4 successful gladiators out of the herd of 25 he had. These 4 were given special treatment due to their skill and success in the arena while the rest worked hard to gain the same fame and notoriety. Roman called his successful ones 'The Core Four'.
Sun grimaced for a second as he thought it through, "We might be doing a demonstration."
"Oh joy." Ruby sighed, she recalled the last time she was forced to kill a prospect during a demonstration inside the villa. "Let's hope that we put on a good enough show then." She eyed the two prospects as they came out with Junior in tow. They wore standard armor that could be found on a regular Mistral soldier, they paled in comparison to the two gladiators.
Two additional sets of footsteps could be heard as Roman entered the parlor with Neo at his side, a particularly refreshed look was transparent on his face as he took a seat on one of the couches.
His green eyes looked into the dull silver ones and a smile ignited, "Tonight, we're throwing a celebration in your honor, Red."
The smell of wine was mixed in with fine perfumes, the fire dust crystals lit up the open area of the Villa, and one side of the room was lined with fine curtains that were sectioned off to create 'private' rooms. Roman's famed slaves were dressed in fine silks as they were paraded around the room. Each slave knew exactly what to do before pulling aside a party goer into a more secluded section of the villa, Roman charged 3 gold coins for certain favors.
Faintly mixed in with the sound of the partygoer's casual conversations were muffled moans and groans. But such things were normal here, especially at a Lord Torchwick party.
The other side of the room was lined with various foods for the guests, while slaves walked around carrying small casks of wine to ensure everyone's cup was full.
Close to the center of the room and on a podium stood the four slaves, the Reaper and the Monkey King stood in the middle while the two prospects stood on either side of them. Guests would often come up to the podium, admiring the gladiators as if they were some work of art. Every now and then a guest would request a flourish of the sword, to which either Sun or Ruby would step down and do as such.
"They're well trained and disciplined Roman!" One guest shouted to the man who sat in a large couch that over looked his gladiators.
"Lady Neo does a wonderful job as their slaver, I owe a lot of my success to her." Roman motioned to the woman in question who was now dressed in white and pink robes; her hair was done in loose curls now.
The slaver smiled and nodded towards Torchwick before taking another sip from her glass of wine.
Ruby kept a straight face through it all as she resisted the urge to attempt to bury the dull gladius into her master's chest. She didn't want any of her foolish actions to punish the others.
"Let's say we let this lad have a go?" Another guest pointed to one of the prospects, Ruby looked over and saw the prospect's eyes go wide; surely he caught on to what could be happening next.
"I'd rather see this one fight, his blue hair color is absolutely exotic." A female guest pointed to the other prospect, "Not to mention his eyes are blue too, the Monkey King knows how I feel about blue eyes." She winked to Sun, who flashed a charming smile in return.
A woman dressed in green robes was spotted out of the corner of Sun's eye, she appeared to be walking out to the outdoor viewing area - alone. He flicked his gaze to his master, Torchwick nodded his head in response and wordlessly Sun left the podium to work his way through the crowd to where Lady Dew Gayl headed.
"It's decided then!" Roman announced as the entirety of the room's attention was on him. "The blue headed prospect will have a friendly go at the Reaper."
"Would you mind if I oversaw this match, Roman?" A new voice piped up, Ruby looked over at whom the new arrival was. Light blue eyes were locked into silver ones.
Ruby Rose would have sworn an eternity passed before she was aware of where she was again.
Weiss Schnee broke her gaze away form the Reaper, she ran a hand through those soft curls before letting fall over her left shoulder once more. In her other was a cup of wine. "I've been curious to see what it's like, after all – you make it seem so much fun in the Great Stone Coliseum."
Torchwick smiled as he looked over Weiss, he spotted Jacques chatting up one of his favorite products, a rather popular slave among all the men there. "Of course you may, my dear Snowflake." He motioned to take a seat on the couch next to him, "As you can see, this is the best seat in the house. Watch carefully, and to your best judgment – cast whatever choice is befitted for the spectacle you are about to see."
"I'll do my best then." The Schnee heiress flashed an elegant smile to her business partner.
"Reaper and…" Roman paused as he squinted his eyes at the blue haired man, "What's your name, son?"
"…Neptune." He let out.
"Of course! The ruler of the seas!" Roman exclaimed, the crowd cheered at his enthusiasm. "Draw your swords and come here to the center." He motioned to his slaves.
Ruby and Neptune complied, the gladiator was the first to turn and face Neptune with her sword drawn. The prospect nearly dropped his sword when he tried to mirror Ruby's actions.
"Don't hold back." The Reaper stated loud enough for Neptune to hear.
He didn't quite understand why the gladiator would say as much.
"By your command, Lady Weiss." Roman bowed to her before taking a seat.
"Thank you Lord Roman," Weiss announced with equal enthusiasm in her tone, the crowd cheered as the merchant stood before them. "Reaper!" She memorized the way Roman had done so in the coliseum earlier that day, the gladiator raised her sword hand to the crowd and the partygoers cheered. "Neptune!" She motioned to the prospect; there were some applause and a few hecklers mixed in, "Begin!" Weiss brought down her hand and automatically the two were in a battle stance.
"Well done, Snowflake." Roman commented as he turned his attention to the fight.
Neptune blocked a strike aimed for his torso, another aimed for his shoulders, and then side stepped a thrust aimed for his chest. He barely kept up with the Reaper's speed as the gladiator made it seem effortless with the way she got through his guard with each strike.
"Fight back boy!" Someone jeered, as it was quickly becoming a one-sided fight. Soon the crowd joined in to taunt the prospect into fighting back.
Ruby was quick to lock swords with Neptune, "Fight back, or else they'll kill you." With her right hand, she grabbed the prospect by his chest guard and tossed him clear across the floor.
Neptune rolled into a pile; thankful his sword was dull, as he would have stabbed himself with it. The crowd cheered as Reaper rallied the crowd by proceeding to taunt her opponent, her arms were spread wide and the gladius was held loosely. A smirk was plastered on his lips as those cold eyes bore into Neptune.
It clicked in the prospect's mind.
Wildly, he swiped at the Reaper with his sword. Suddenly the training he received from the slaver kicked in as he swung he sword at the target in front of him. Ruby knew the swordplay that the new comers would learn by heart as Neptune stayed with these textbook basics.
Instead of bringing up her sword to block, she would weave in and out of the blade's way. The crowd went wild as they cheered it on, some of the bystanders were amazed at the confidence the gladiator had.
"She's like a ghost! There's no way he'll even land a hit on her!" Ruby over heard someone from the crowd.
Drawing up her sword, she met Neptune's swing that was aimed for her head. The two once again locked together in place. It was a battle of brute strength to see who could break through the other.
"On your third strike, aim for my chest." Ruby muttered just loud enough for Neptune to hear. The prospect met her eyes and Ruby took that as enough of a sign that her opponent heard her.
The Reaper maneuvered her way through the sword lock, her right elbow fell onto Neptune's thigh and the prospect fell over at the sudden pain. Ruby stood up once more with her sword ready as Neptune took a moment longer to work through the stinging pain in his left leg.
"That's right boy! Keep going!"
Neptune complied as he re-engaged the Reaper. The first strike was for the torso; the second was for her head – both of these the Reaper blocked brilliantly. On the third strike he aimed for her chest as commanded.
A gasp filled the room as the sharp point of Neptune's sword tore a cut across the Reaper's cheek. Dull silver eyes looked into his blue ones before a flash of red was all that the prospect caught next.
With a flourish, Neptune was easily pushed back on the ground and disarmed, his sword made a harsh sound once metal made contact with the stone floor. Once he was out of his haze, he saw the pointed end of the gladius at his neck and the Reaper standing over him, a trail of blood leaking from the cut on her check and down her neck.
The crowd went wild at the spectacle as fast-talking began to spread, the young prospect hand managed to land a hit on the Reaper herself!
"Master Schnee." The Reapers voice was clear and distinct, "What is your judgment?" Her gladius remained trained on the prospect, even though her blade may be dull, if she swung hard and fast enough it could still cut through.
Once more silver eyes locked together with those light blue ones. Instead of breaking her gaze of the slave like the first, she kept it steady on her. Weiss was almost hypnotized by those beautiful eyes that had obviously seen so much in their lifetime.
With her thumb held out in a neutral position, the crowd hushed.
The party broke out into a roar of excitement when her thumb was pointed skyward.
"You'll become a fine gladiator one day." Ruby lowered her sword and proceeded to hook it back on her sword belt.
Weiss' gaze didn't leave the gladiator as she dutifully walked towards Miltiades who had a cloth readily available to clean Ruby's cheeks.
"I see you've taken an interest in the Reaper." Roman observed casually.
Weiss shrugged as she looked towards the man next to her, "I've never seen one so talented and fast before with a sword. And my dear sister, Winter, is a rather famous swordsman in Atlas' army." She took a sip from her wine.
The slave master nodded, "As an appreciation for overseeing the match, how about I loan the Reaper to you as a personal servant for the night. Consider this a favor from a friend, and of course your business partner." A clever grin was on the slave master's face, "It's a rather delightful feeling to make one so powerful tend to your needs."
The merchant had a skeptical look on her face, "What if she were to snap and bury her sword in me?" It was a legitimate concern of hers.
Roman chuckled in his knowing ways, "She would never do that, too well trained. You should know the Torchwick's reputation of having the best and most disciplined slaves around. If you would like, I'll have her remove the sword belt." The slave master already motioned to Neo to bring the gladiator over.
To say Weiss wasn't interested was a lie, and Roman knew this well as the man had an uncanny ability to read others like a book. This was probably one of the main reasons why the Schnee Merchant Company had approached this man first when they were looking to establish a Mistrali headquarters. "If you say it's safe, then I'll have to take your word for it, Roman."
She watched as the second Malachite twin approached the Reaper and removed her sword belt, Neo motioned the gladiator to follow as the two approached Weiss.
"Lady Schnee, I'm at your beck and call for tonight." The Reaper bowed her head; a cask of wine was handed to the gladiator once she stood up straight.
"Make sure you keep my friend here comfortable, Red." Roman instructed, Weiss nodded to the man as she stood from her seat.
"I wish to go to the parlor where it's less noisy and crowded." She commanded, the gladiator nodded.
"Right this way, Lady Schnee."
Weiss followed Ruby into a different section of the Villa, the parlor was empty and the double doors that led to the courtyard were wide open. The spring night was clear as the full moon could be seen overhead.
The slave stood dutifully near the entrance of the parlor.
"Come here now." Weiss motioned as she took a seat on one of the couches.
The Reaper complied as she stood next to the couch.
"Sit down you dunce," Weiss took another look around the room, "It's just us in here, I wanted to talk."
Ruby was nearly bewildered; she had acted as a simple servant many times before in the past for Torchwick's guests. This was the first time that a guest wanted her to sit and talk.
After a moment's hesitation, Ruby sat down on the luxurious comforts that the softly padded couch brought. She could fall asleep here as this was much more comfortable than her quarters in the compound.
"I heard you instruct that prospect so that he wouldn't be passed poor judgment." The phrase hung in the air; Ruby's eyes went wide at the thought of the repercussions if Torchwick knew too.
"Relax, it was just me as Roman wasn't paying too much attention to the fight as he was the crowd." Weiss cooed, she sipped her wine, "You saved his life."
"I didn't want to spill more blood unnecessarily." The response was simple.
"It was very noble of you." A genuine smile was pass to the gladiator. The Schnee was impressed not only by the slave's swordplay, but her honorable personality as well.
Ruby felt her heart rate pick up at the gesture, suddenly she wanted to run her hand through the fine white locks of hair that looked like silk. She was aware of how the woman in front of her smelled of something sweet, but most of all she was absolutely captivated those mesmerizing eyes that gleamed like diamonds in the light.
"I… I did what felt right." Ruby replied to the merchant.
"Shall we go back to the party then?" Weiss sighed as she finished off the cup of wine.
She found out quickly that she should have not gotten up so fast as the wine she drank began to settle into her system. Weiss nearly fell over and reached her hands out for something to steady herself.
Instead she came crashing into a pair of strong arms and her cheek came in contact with the ornate armor that belonged to the gladiator.
For a brief moment, Weiss felt at home with the arms around her, looking up she saw a pool of silver with a concerned look, "Are you okay, Lady Schnee?" The gladiator voiced.
"I'm fine, I merely stood up to fast after drinking this wine." She motioned to her empty cup, "It happens from time to time, I'm sure."
"We can stay here a little more if you're still feeling unsteady." Ruby threw out.
The Schnee Merchant looked the slave up and down and hummed happily to herself, "I suppose I should then." She looked to the cup in her hand as she proceeded to take a seat back on the couch.
"More wine, please." The empty cup was held out.
Ruby Rose cracked a playful smile as she grabbed the cask of wine and proceeded to fill Lady Weiss Schnee's cup.
GrnDrgnzrd - hey there old friend, I've been playing around with what to do next for this story as it's been on my mind since I finished Letters. I hope you enjoy this story too!
To everyone else who reviewed, I really appreciate the words and suggestions (Are you not entertained!?). Hopefully you'll stick around to see what I have in store for everyone else I plan to introduce into the story.
Til next time.
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DevilRed