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As soon as the Emperor arrived to a fanfare, the Praetorian Guard was replaced by a marching band of high-stepping, leaping and cavorting cheer-slaves, accompanied by lively girl-bands and a series of exotic solo dancers from the steaming spice-jungles of Asia to the burning hot plains of Africa:Įager papyrazzi quickly snapping sketches of their splendid feminine musculature: They saw and experienced what Duo wanted to see, then they returned to the girl-quarters, where the animal scent was almost as powerful, but more musky, oestrus-laden.Īphrodite said Duo didn’t have to stay in the undercroft, she could sit with her through the morning and most of the afternoon, her turn wasn’t going to be for a long time, but Duo said she’d rather be treated the same as the other slaves, so the Troupe-Mistress found her a cell in the range reserved for solo performers, a small cupboard with straw on the floor, a jug of water and a slop-bucket, a barred vent too high up to look through, but where the cheers, roars and screams will soon flow in. They got permission, made the journey down steep steps and dingy passageways into the pungent-smelling semi-darkness, through narrow gaps between cages where starving carnivores seemed close enough to pounce, but they were held back with chains behind strong, close-set bars.

Duo asked, ‘Please can we see him?’ ‘Are you sure?’ asked Aphrodite, ‘Mm, yes – and I want him to see me and smell me, I need to be sure he recognises me.’ ‘Okay, I’ll ask the Beast-Master.’ The maze of galleries beneath the terraces were packed with busy slavegirls, organised by shouting overseers into the various (un)dressing rooms, helping each other don what little costume, body ornaments or armour they were going to be allowed to wear, greasing one another’s bodies, grooming one another’s hair.ĭeeper down, below all the busy human actors, could be heard the growls, roars and bellows of the beasts. Then the early carriage came to tke them to the Colosseum, well before Mistress Isabella, though she was going to arrive in good time to ensure everything was in perfect order for the grand opening.

They went back inside, a slavegirl brought glasses of milk and a tray of fruit. Don’t do any more, you’ll only risk straining yourself or getting stiff, you just need to relax.’ When the long sequence was complete, she revealed her presence and praised the slavegirl, ‘You’re ready now, Duo, perfectly toned. The earliest glimmers of sunrise played on her undulating skin. Aphrodite knew what she was doing, she peeped out to watch, her supple, naked handmaid testing her now well-trained muscles in a succession of bends, curls, twists and demanding postures. She slipped out from her small but comfortable cot at the foot of Aphrodite’s bed, and began her morning exercises on the patio. Long before dawn on the great day, Duo was awake, anxiously tossing and turning. Isabella’s slavegirls were already weaving among the crowd, handing out gorgeously illuminated parchment scrolls inviting the honoured guests.ĭuo shifted her body on her cross, enjoying the cool evening breeze, wondering …. There was a buzz of excitement among the party-goers now, any hints of doubt had evaporated.

Christian virgins are already queuing up to be thrown to the lionesses – and there will be more, surprise sensations you’ll never imagine!’

The great legends of Andromeda and Pasiphae will be brought to life before our very eyes. Crucifixions and many other thrilling tortures will display the supple strength and beauty of the female form, strained to its heights of endurance. They will prove how true were the words of that great imperial poet Rudihardus Quiplingus, 'Femina speciei fatalior est quam vir.' There will be races between girl charioteers, sea-battles with girl galley-slaves. ‘Yes, friends, Romans and countrywomen, there will be thrilling contests among gladiatrices, from the Scythian Amazons to the Elves of Erin. They will be Games to remember, Games that will be eulogised by lyric poets, glorified in epics, very special Games in that they will be –‘ she paused for rhetorical effect – ‘Women’s Games!’Ī gasp of astonishment was followed by a good deal of cheering from the younger women, though some subdued muttering among the men and even the matrons. To celebrate my acquisition of the Starcrux empire, and Pompilius’s election to the Senate, I have sought, and our Divine Emperor has graciously granted me, the privilege (forfeited of course by the wretched Blattus) of holding this year’s Saturnalia Games in the Colosseum! ‘Friends,’ she proclaimed, ‘I have one final announcement, and another invitation for you.