Stepping into his chambers, he closed the door and set his gladiator helmet on a nearby cushion. Taking off his sandals, he crossed the hallway into the bedroom, stopping as he saw a woman standing in front of the bed. “They told me I had a present waiting. What’s your name?” he asked.

Her reply was soft, and she did not look up. She wore only a bronze link bikini top and a matching belt that was two inches wide and positioned perfectly to cover her shaved womanhood. She stood, arms at her sides, shoulders squared to give her breasts the best posture, feet together with one knee forward and a little to the side as if to hide as much as she could in her present state. He told her to turn so he could see her, and she obeyed reluctantly, letting him gaze upon her nearly-naked body, feeling his eyes upon her smooth, shaved legs, her strong, beautiful back, and most of all her ass, which she felt was too big but nevertheless when he saw it his eyes grew wide and he smiled.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded her. Obediently she reached back and unclasped her top and let it fall as she tried to cover herself with one arm. Then she untied her belt and let it, too, fall to the ground, feeling even more vulnerable and trying more than ever to cover herself without appearing to do so. “Lay back,” he commanded her, and she drew in a breath sharply and sat down on the bed. Sliding up, she rested her feet together on the edge of the bed and slowly reclined until her shoulders lay flat on the silken sheets, letting her knees fall to one side as she tried to cover her breasts with her arms. Closing her eyes, she laid her head to one side and waited for the inevitable.

He was already bare-chested from fighting in the arena, and all he wore was his sword in its sheath and a bronze metal knee-length fighting skirt, which he promptly removed. Drawing his sword, he now stood completely naked at the edge of the bed, his penis standing tall, rock-hard already, betraying how taken he was with this sexy woman lying before him on his bed. She felt the edge of the sword between her legs, and started slightly before understanding his meaning and slowly, reluctantly moving her knees apart. The touch of the sword continued until her legs were spread open as far as they would go, feet flat on the sheets at the corners and knees up in the air, completely exposed to this victorious gladiator to whom she had been presented.

Then she felt the tip of the sword on her arms, and she obediently opened her arms as well, placing them above her head on the silk. To tell the truth, she felt warm and comfortable, somehow sensing he would be gentile. Still, she had never been with a man before, and now she could feel bronze anklets being put on her and fastened.