Jonna and the Gladiator: a Story of Lost Innocence


Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Historical, MaleDom, .

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Jonna, a young 15 year old, loses her innocence to a lusty gladiator.

Jonna looked around the strange room her father had left her in. The room was small and dark with dim lighting from a small window. The dank musty smell began to succumb to her as the door abruptly opened; a heavily armor-clad man quickly entered. Jonna stood frozen in the corner of the room, watching as the man shook out his honey brown hair before advancing towards a cabinet. Having not noticed her, he squatted down to the lowest cabinet and drew out a silver metal helmet.

Jonna sharply drew in a breath, he was a convict! A gladiator who was to fight in today's death game! The man stood up and turned towards the sound, clearly seeing her for the first time. Terrified, his discomforting face instilled a prickly fear inside of her. He had large piercing blue eyes that kept her frozen in place. But what was most discomforting, were the horrible scars across his face. He had clearly gotten clawed by a vicious animal. There were four horrible jagged sear lines that stretched from the top of his left temple, roughly across his nose and to the middle of his lip.

Despite this, the man was still considerably attractive with boyish pink cheeks and full lips. His inquisitive piercing gaze remained on her as he quickly barked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Jonna could feel tears start to well in her eyes. "My dad left me here, he said this room wasn't being used by anyone. I'm sorry," she stammered as a tear flowed down her cheek.

The man's cold stare softened as he cocked his head to the side, "Who's your father?" he demanded.

"Murray Ellis, he looks after the animals," she replied, still frozen. The man stared at her a few seconds more before putting on his helmet and hastily walking out of the room. Jonna noticed how there was now a guard who stood outside of the doorway. Without noticing her, he closed and bolted the door. She then heard him walk away.

Oh no, she thought, what if the gladiator never came back ... and her father was unable to get her out? The guard didn't think anyone was inhabiting the room. Sorrowfully, she walked towards the large hay cot which stood in the center of the room. She sat down and sulked, when would she be able to leave? Would the gladiator come back? ... alive? Would he be angered to find her still there? Weighed down with worry, she laid down on the cot.

2 Hours Later

Hearing a strange sound and with an aching back, Jonna awoke from her light sleep. She looked up, astonished to find the gladiator posed above her stroking his cock. She gasped and backed away from him only to be met by the hard wall. He was very very dirty, his honey hair was mussed, and he smelled of sweat and sun. He scooted closer, taking in her white cotton dress, and her frightened face. Although she wasn't a flat out beauty, she was daintily pretty and cute in a disturbingly innocent way. She had a pale face with huge brown eyes, long thick black lashes, fairly faint freckles across the bridge of her nose, and full feminine red lips. Thick long black wavy doll hair framed her heart shaped face, and rested loosely along the shoulders and chest of her gown. The scared childish look on her face only made him want to dominate her more.

Frozen and with eyes welled with tears, she lied with a timid stillness beneath him. She had never seen a naked man before, or been so close to one. She felt not only fear, but a sinister desire for him. Her nipples hardened under her dress, and her pussy began to feel sensitive and even wet.

"How old are you?" He inquired.

"Fifteen..." she stammered. The man's jaw shifted some, "So young ... unbutton your dress." Hesitantly Jonna brought her hands to the small pearl buttons on her dress, and began to undo them; choking back more tears and a sob. After undoing the tenth button, he seized her shoulders and roughly yanked her dress down, exposing her breasts. Her modest brown colored nipples stood erect, begging to be sucked. She lightly began to shake as he lowered himself over her, taking a hardened nipple into his warm wet mouth. Her breath became labored, she had never felt anything like this before.

As he continued to tentatively suckle her breasts, she heard the sound of ripping cloth as his rough hands tore off her panties. He then pulled away, gathering her dress and pulling it up gently over her head. He tossed the dress to the side and scooted his hips closer to her face. Feeling vulnerable with her nakedness revealed to him, she anxiously stared at the thick long rod positioned in front of her face, it was so big!

"Touch it," he demanded. Jonna looked up with her timid childish eyes, and hesitantly, began to stroke his dick the way he had done so before.

"Ah ... yes..." he moaned. He watched her small feminine hands work along his shaft.

"Suck it," he now commanded as he grasped her head and pushed it towards his cock. Not wanting to upset him, she opened her mouth and closed her lips around the large head of his penis.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned beginning to move her head further along his length. When she began to gag, he moved her head back, and then forward again. Having grown bored of the pace, he held her head in place and began to ram his dick forcefully down her throat.

"Oh fuck yes..." he snarled. He face-fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her chin. The young girl at his hips was choking and had began to sob.

"Take it, you little bitch," he gasped. Frenzied, he began to pump his cock harder down her throat. Jonna's face was red, her eyes were closed, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Yes, yes, ah, ah, ah," he grunted as he pulled out of her mouth. He seized her chin, and stroking himself, began to spurt jizz upon her face. He moaned loud guttural sounds as he continued to milk his cock.

Feeling degraded and further turned on, Jonna allowed him to smear his fuck juices across her face.

"Fifteen and already a whore," he muttered clenching her chin yet again and forcibly beginning to kiss her. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, she submissively allowed entrance, and massaged his tongue with hers. She liked the feel of their intermingling tongues, it felt so sexual.

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