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House of Batiatus. Capua, Roman Republic. 3 days later.
It was not easy for Atalanta to move past the rapes she had received at the hands of the slaver, but out of respect for Melitta, she tried her best. There was no such thing as therapy in the days of Rome and even if there had been, she was but a slave now and people usually didn't give 2 and a half shits about what was done to slaves; except of it cost them a denarii or 2. Therefore, there was nothing for Atalanta to do, but forget about the slaver and how he had violated her; as well as pray to the Lord that she would be violated no more. At this point, she was afraid that she would never be able to love a man again; if the opportunity to do so were to ever come along.
Thankfully, Atalanta had much distraction to occupy her thoughts. After she was given a day to reconcile herself to her new life, the newest slave was promptly put to work for the house of Batiatus. With Lucretia, her demanding Domina and her new house guest Gaia, there was always plenty of work to be done. She never received more than a moment's peace and quite frankly, she was glad of it.
Further more, Atalanta had began forming friendships with Naevia and Diona. Truth be told, the new slave had always craved sisters and now she had 2 of the best that she could ask for. Naevia was very caring and nurturing, whereas Diona was very lively and could always make Atalanta laugh. However, where Atalanta most appreciated her new found sisters in slavery was at night.
Her trauma had left her with some pretty awful nightmares and she often woke up screaming bloody murder. When this happened, either Diona or Naevia would be roused from their sleep and immediately try to comfort Atalanta and silence her cries before the guards or the Dominus or the Domina could be waken by them and punish her for disturbing their sleep. Either one of them or both of them would Atalanta in their arms and shush her until she was able to go back to sleep.
The most important part though, was that neither Naevia or Diona complained or made her feel like shit. Atalanta loved them for that and it made her feel like maybe her life wasn't going to be pain and misery 24/7. It wasn't much in terms of hope, but she was willing to take whatever she could grab a hold of at this point.
During those first few days of slavery, Atalanta was only privy to the Villa. The new slave was not able to gain access to the Ludus. However, Naevia and Diona kept her well informed of the best gladiators; including a powerful Celt known as Gannicus. He was rumored to be well endowed on the sands of the arena, as well as the bed room. The slave girls loved to gossip about the size of his...gladius. While Atalanta was hesitant to discuss such things and understandable so, she listened in the hopes that she could eventually move past the trauma.
She had only seen him once when she was on the balcony overlooking the Ludus, tending to the wine jug for her new master and mistress. As Atalanta took a peek over the railing, she saw the gladiators at training. She had read the books and seen the movies about these warriors, but seeing them in person, that was something else. As she watched, she saw the Celt drinking water in the shade as the other gladiators sparring with each other and worked the pallets. Atalanta had not intended to catch his gaze, but she had to admit to herself, pretty damn reluctantly, that he was beyond handsome. Eventually, his eye caught hers and her heart skipped a beat as he shot her his infamous grin. Atalanta hid the blush in her face before looking away back to her Domina. The slave could not make sense of her feelings. How could she have endured such trauma at the hands of men, but yet still find the Celt appealing?
"Gannicus' victory forges path to greater glory!" Batiatus exclaimed with delight as Atalanta, Naevia, and Diona dressed him for his important meeting with the merchant Tullius. "With Tullius' support, we can finally gain proper position in games!"
"Maybe a place in the opening ceremony of the new arena?" Lucretia offered.
"After such a magnificent showing, I have no doubt Gannicus will be offered a place in the primus." Gaia said with a grin.
"Primus?" Domina asked in awe at the idea of a Batiatus gladiator being in the main event.
"Yeah, I favor the fucking sound of that." Dominus said as he peppered his wife with kisses. "Expect late return, I would seek out Solonius afterwards; to discuss extending advantage to his house as well."
"Send Tullius my regards and gauge his response in remembering me." Gaia replied with a smirk.
"How could he fucking forget you?" Batiatus asked rhetorically as he bid farewell to the women. After Gaia and Lucretia were settled, the slaves were dismissed, save Melitta. Atalanta bid her slave sisters good night as she was eager to get a much needed rest. As she tried to get to sleep, she heard the sounds of Lucretia and Gaia having full on, drug induced, lesbian sex with each other.
As the minutes passed, the moans grew louder and louder as both women were nearing their respective climaxes. Atalanta sighed as she did her best to cover her ears to block out the sounds of the friends with benefits getting each other off. It just goes to show that when you're a slave, every night is a long one indeed.
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