He pulls her down, slowly, gently. It barely hurts at all.

She gasps at the feeling - so good, so different, it's wonderful when it doesn't hurt - "thank you, my lord, oh, fuck -"

"Mine."

Something about the way he says that - not just 'mine, one of my possessions' but 'mine, something important to me' - now is not the time to think about what it means, but she'll remember it for later.

In the meantime, she leans back against him and surrenders to pleasure. If he wants her to feel good right now, she can do that.

That is exactly what he wants. He fucks her slowly, tenderly, and when he feels her relax completely he reaches down and strokes her with lifecraft.

"Thank you, my lord," she breathes, shuddering with slow waves of pleasure. "So good, my lord. The way you touch me, the way your cock feels inside me... I want you, I need you, you make me feel so good, oh..."

"I own your pleasure. I own your pain," he murmurs in her ear. "You told me you liked that I could have you gang-raped. Do you still?"

"Yes, my lord," she moans. "It was awful, it was wonderful, I loved it, I hated it, I'm terrified you'll do it again..."

"And you still have the rest of the day with them," he says, withdrawing his hand from between her legs and wrapping his arms around her. "If you're very lucky, maybe they'll spend the whole time raping you just the way you like it."

She whimpers softly at the thought.

"You're all clean and healed," he says, settling back against the edge of the huge round bathing pool with Niamira in his lap, his cock in her ass and his arms around her waist. "I can send you back to them whenever I like. Are you frightened?"

"Yes, my lord." She shivers. "Please, my lord, I - I don't want to go back there."

"Mm. And I don't have to send you back." He kisses the top of her head. "But I will."

"Yes, my lord."

"Do you like it when I fuck your ass?"

"Yes, my lord. I liked it when it hurt and I like it now. I like that you can have me any way you want me. I like the way it feels. I want you to wake me up with it in the middle of the night."

"Mmm," he says.

"If I ever find out you're making these things up to flatter me, I will kill you slowly."

Shiver. "I would never, my lord. I know better than to lie to you."

"Good."

It feels so nice, floating in his lap with his cock filling her ass. Warm. Peaceful. She hesitates to say anything more, in case she prompts him to send her back to the gladiators. But if she doesn't do anything she might bore him...

His hand drifts down between her legs again.

"Why did you try to run?" he asks, touching her lightly with lifecraft.

She moans softly.

"One - one of them threatened to kill me, my lord," she says. "I would rather be raped all day than die."

"I know," he murmurs in her ear. "I was there. You were never in any danger. If you'd done as you were told, we would be in my very own bath right now, and I would fuck your ass until you begged for release and then find out all the ways you like to be tortured."

She whimpers in quiet despair.

Lifecraft sparks pleasure under his fingers - but not quite enough of it -

"If you're very good this afternoon," he says, "if you don't struggle, if you don't run, if you let them fuck you and let yourself enjoy it, I'll do something nice for you tonight."

He takes his hand away.