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I became conscious. It was like waking up, but somehow it was more than that. Not wanting to see anything yet, I chose to meditate for a moment.Peace. It seemed a world away from what I had last felt—gut-wrenching anxiety, dread, terror. In more ways than one. Flashes of arrangements hurriedly being made, rushing, sitting in something, all entered my mind in brief fragments. But I swept them aside. Surrounded by peace now, I wanted to go on feeling that.“How are you?” I heard a female voice say.I opened my eyes.The sun above me was blinding. Looking away from that, I found myself lying in a grassy meadow, upon a gently-sloping hill. Granite mountains with forests climbing halfway up them were all around me. It was a warm summer’s day. A youthful woman was approaching. She wore a loose, short white tunic with a ‘V’ hinting at some moderate cleavage, round golden brooches at the shoulders, and a gold rope around her waist. Her feet were bare though, and the only thing constraining her long, wavy brown hair was a gold chain adorning her head. She was slender, and beautiful.Propping myself up upon my elbows to better look at her, I glanced down to discover I was wearing a white tunic as far as my haired legs, without the V-neck, but complete with gold rope.“Is this Heaven?” I couldn’t help wondering. Feeling somewhat disoriented, I didn’t even recognize my own masculine voice.“No,” the woman said. “But you do not need to concern yourself with that now.”“How’d I get here?”“You do not need to concern yourself with that either at the moment. I am here to provide you welcome and companionship.”Feeling an almost mischievous freedom, “Of what kind?”“Any kind,” she replied with a subtle smile, sitting down beside me. “I can also offer you refreshments. But they are over there.” She now looked across the meadow at a small, octagonal structure with a red-tiled roof but open sides. Light white curtains were gently blowing either side of limestone posts that held up the roof, revealing what looked like furnishings inside—a table ladened with food, wooden chairs that had round-bottomed seats with cushions, even what seemed like a bed.“Sure looks like heaven to me,” I said, taking stock of my surroundings, and my companion.“I am glad you think so,” she replied, looking warmly my way once more.“Are we the only ones here?”“Others can join us, if you like.”Feelings of desire rising inside me, I sat up beside her. Sensing no hesitation on her part, “Can I kiss you?”“Of course,” she invited, moving to close the distance between us.“This is way too easy,” I said now finding myself changing my mind, stopping the movement of our heads and clothed bodies toward one another.“Why does it have to be hard?” she posed.Looking at a mountain beyond her across a valley, “Because life is Ankara bayan escort that way. Hard.”“What kind of hard would you like?”“You mean I could have any kind of hard I wanted?” I asked, somewhat incredulously.“Yes,” she replied. “But my answer can be ‘no’ if you prefer.”That was it. Turning myself towards her, I moved to embrace and kiss her. She accepted, willingly. Our lips pressing each other’s mouths open, both of us fell flat among the knee-high grass.“No limits?” I queried, now almost pinning her beneath me.“None—”“Unless you want them,” I finished in unison with her.Finding myself hesitating again though, “This doesn’t seem right.”“What would make it right?”“Why are you so cooperative, for one?”“Is this not what welcoming someone is? Making them feel comfortable? Relaxed? Offering them what they might like?”“Yes, but—”“Life is supposed to be hard,” she finished in unison with me.“Let me ask you two questions,” she posed as we continued to loosely embrace one another lying lightly clothed on the grass. “First, what kind of hard would make you feel more comfortable? And second, what if that which you wanted could be easy?”I found it difficult to resist now. Very difficult. “Is this a trap?”“How would doing what you want be a trap?”Instinct now took over. Kissing her hard, the grass parted for our every movement, as did her legs. With me between them, our clothed torsos but bared legs began undulating in opposition.“I feel . . .” I breathed, still experiencing uncertainty and confusion, as we kissed and moved against one another.“Feel what?” she asked. It seemed there was nothing she would not do, or not encourage me to do.A part of me now asserting more control, “Never mind,” I decided. Rising above her slightly, my right hand moved to pull the gold brooch bunching the white fabric at her left shoulder. Her head turning slightly, her eyes followed my hand to that brooch. Pinching it all between my thumb and fingers, I began slowly pulling the material down her upper arm.I stopped though, shaking my head, closing my eyes. “This is too easy. For some reason, part of me can’t help feeling this isn’t right.”Looking sternly up at me, “Sleep protocol, Prime!” she said.— — — — —I reawoke in a far different place and setting. Everything now had a dark, even stark, mood to it.Finding myself upright upon a low wooden platform, I was spread-eagled, my wrists and ankles in iron shackles, bound against a pair of thick wooden beams in the shape of an ‘X’. A Saint Andrew’s cross, although I did not know how I knew that. The white tunic was gone. I was now nude. As I looked down, I seemed to be more sculpted than I remembered being before. My hairless pectorals and abdomen were now ripped and rippled—the envy of any male, and enough to make most any Escort bayan Ankara straight female drool. All of me was oiled. Parts inside my consciousness were strangely aroused by this sight of myself, while a few other parts seemed repulsed. My thick cock was beginning to stiffen from my visual self-stimulation, even inner conflict, anyway.Hearing the roar of many around me, I looked up to now see myself in an oval limestone arena. A coliseum from the Roman Empire—I did not know how I knew that either. The stands were filled with Roman spectators, although for some reason I could not make any of them out clearly. Need my glasses, part of me thought, although I didn’t remember having any with me, even in the grassy meadow.“Okay,” I said out loud, looking up in almost prayerful supplication to whomever or whatever might be in charge. “Could I go back to the other place?”The crowd’s roar surged, but not in response to what I had said. A figure now stepped into the arena from a dark portal, wearing a broad-brimmed Thracian helmet covering their head with an ornate metal grill over their face. The helmet was complemented by a kilt or skirt of leather straps about the waist. A protective leather and metal sleeve covered the right arm. A pair of thick brown leather straps fastened the armored sleeve to the opposite shoulder, but left the chest bared—a female chest with moderate breasts featuring dark areolae and protruding nipples, all unsupported and on full display.Now my cock was really rising, even arching, to the occasion from my loins, no matter what my wishes might have been.Raising her hands to quiet the crowd, “Community!” she proclaimed. By her voice, I was now sure it was my companion from earlier. The wavy brown hair emanating from the rear of the helmet was an additional giveaway. “We have among us a subject who has a difficulty. A struggle. This is an exhibition, an exploration—for our analysis and treatment. One that will make things hard enough to break our subject if necessary, if they do not organize and free themselves of it!”Themselves? Wasn’t I one person? A man?The crowd roared its approval even louder before she then ordered, “Bring forth the exhibits!”Two frightened figures were now thrust from the portal into the sand arena. A young man with brown, curly hair and a blonde young woman. Both in their twenties, they were utterly nude, vainly trying to cover their fronts with their arms and hands.“Fornicate!” my gladiatorial companion commanded the frightened and separated young couple, now swinging a bullwhip towards them to emphasize her point.The male and female each remained frozen where they were, quivering as their arms and hands remained firmly in place at their fronts.“Guidance, even dominance, is needed,” a deep voice Bayan escort Ankara boomed from above, even all around.“You are right, Master!” Companion, as I had begun to name her, replied loudly.I was in Hell now. This whole realm, even the other place, must be Hell.“Divide and provide that guidance and dominance!”Another gladiatorial figure wearing a Thracian helmet, harness and studded kilt now entered the arena. This one was male though, possessing a strong, sculpted chest and abdomen that were strangely like my own. Gladiatrix Companion then approached the blonde female as the gladiator strode towards the male. Grabbing their frightened initiates, the gladiators forcefully brought the couple together face to face. All the young couple could do was look at each other with abject terror.“Instruct!” the deep voice boomed.Gladiatrix and gladiator then began to fondle their same-sex novices from behind. Feminine hands manipulated more youthful breasts and a golden mound between legs, while masculine hands reached around to knead subtle pectorals and a lean abdomen while stroking another male’s cock to erection. The sight was both shocking and erotic at the same time. My own cock was straining at my loins even more than my wrists and ankles were in the shackles binding them.“Now, prepare us!” Companion commanded the couple. “Before we have you attend each other!”Placing the couple side by side, forcing them to their knees, the gladiator and gladiatrix then unbuckled their respective kilt and skirt, throwing them aside to the arena’s sand floor. Their semi-haired loins now revealed in full, each brought their apprentice forward by the head to practice the most intimate of skills, fellatio and cunnilingus.Parts of me were shocked that I even knew what those were.Spreading their legs as they stood, the gladiator and gladiatrix now thrust their bared pelvises forward. Their buttocks visibly flexing, they began riding their initiates’ faces and opened mouths. Breasts and pectorals were being squeezed between arms held ramrod straight downwards to hands that were gripping heads servicing the loins before them. The initiates could only accept their assigned roles, indicating so by placing their hands around the sides of their dominators’ tensed thighs in semi-embrace, rather than pressing away at the fronts of those lower limbs.“Take them before our subject, and exhibit them and yourselves,” the deep voice commanded. “Remember, you are all exhibits.”Hoisting the initiates to their feet by their armpits, the gladiatrix and gladiator then turned their charges around, marching them onto the fairly broad wooden platform I was shackled and displayed upon.“Let us look upon our subject with pity!” Companion now said loudly and somewhat sadistically from within her helmet. “They could have been our new master, if they had just accepted what was so willingly offered to them.”Standing stretched amid my bonds, “You wanted to turn me into the master of Hell?”“It could have been Heaven. But you wanted hard. So, here it is.
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