Exhibition by Cyr

The crowd roared, clapped their hands, and stomped their feet from their seats within the arena. Virsii peered out from the portcullis into the sandy battleground and watched the exhibition as she dressed herself for battle.  Two combatants faced off for the crowd's enjoyment. One of the warriors she saw wasn't one she recognized, though the shoddy craftsmanship of their sword and the painted red X on their bare back labeled them as a prisoner. Prisoners weren't expected to last through their first fight. Virsii noticed the prisoner was a woman. More often than not that was the case. Virsii herself had never fought in the arena as a prisoner. She was a gladiator, a well trained, well paid fighter and entertainer.

Virsii noticed the prisoner was a woman. More often than not that was the case. Long, straight black hair and tanned skin marked her as one of the capitulated clans from the south. Virsii caught fleeting glances of woman as she fought. The prisoner was actually quite beautiful by local standards. She had a slender nose and her lips were full and dark. As she moved, dodged and swung her sword Virsii and even the crowd could appreciate the woman's athletic figure. The cheap loincloth did little to cover up the supple curve of her ass. Her breasts were bared to the crowd as well since she didn't get any armor. Prisoners didn't get armor. Armor was expensive and the Southerner was only meant to be cheap entertainment for the crowd before the main event.

A suddenly uproar from the crowd shook the arena and Virsii could see why. The woman was put on the defensive against her massive opponent. The other combatant was one Virsii knew well. Venator was his name. Venator was more beast than man. It would have been more fitting to refer to him as an it. However the monstrous manhood that nakedly knocked against his inner thighs was unmistakably masculine. The beast-man was just over nine feet tall and bore the body of man but the head and hooves of a bull. Those that saw him would think him cursed by the gods. The truth was that nobody really knew what he was. Venator was found roaming the far reaches of the country side, stealing and killing livestock, destroying property, and otherwise being a nuisance to the community. The farmers and merchants that passed by en route regarded him with fear and superstition until the bullheaded man was finally hunted down, captured, and brought to the arena to payback his debt to society by fighting for their entertainment. The monstrosity had been fighting for over two years now. Though he was still hated for his crimes and feared for his beastly visage, he was regarded as a fan favorite and his fights reliably brought in money.

Venator plodded towards the Southerner with an over-sized wooden cudgel in his meaty fist. The half-beast was slower than his opponent but he was much larger and much stronger. Venator wasn't his real name. Beasts didn't have much use for names. Venator was the name given to him by the crowd. I meant hunter. It was a fitting name for the way the bull-headed combatant fought. He pursued, cornered, and when his prey had no where left to go and had exhausted themselves running he finished them. The dark skinned woman who was unfortunate enough to face him in the arena was quickly running out of options. She had managed to get in a few shallow cuts with her weapon but Venator paid them no mind.

Virsii watched as the woman scampered around the ring. The Southerner was quick and she had spirit, but it was clear that she had little or no battle experience. She was not a gladiator. She wasn't even close. Her sword failed to strike true and she was letting herself get cornered by the monster. The horned fighter kept her back, expertly herding her around the battleground with his superior reach and the threat of his almost comically large club. The crowd knew from watching prior battles that Venator's combat prowess was something to be respected and feared. The fact that he was paired with a marked woman made it clear what the outcome was going to be. The Southerner could fight back all she want but the crowd smelled blood in the air and Virsii knew the audience would get exactly what they wanted sooner or later. Likely sooner.

The tanned woman clearly felt the pressure and was visibly tiring by her constant movement and desperate scampering. She wasted too much energy early on in the fight trying to injure the bull-headed man. When she failed to deliver a critical blow she wasted even more energy retreating. She had no where to go. Venator knew it as he stalked her, Virsii knew it as she watched from the gate separating her from the battleground, the crowd knew it from the positions in the stands. The unfortunate woman with the shoddy sword seemed to be the last to figure it out. She didn't realize her situation until it was far too late.

The woman, in a last act of desperation, charged the hulking beast-man with her sword, perhaps with hope that her sword would strike something vital and eek out a victory in the face of defeat. Venator crushed those hopes as he effortlessly seized her wrist and disarmed her. The crowd cheered as the woman's sword went tumbling through the air and skittered in the sands a few feet away.

"Its over." Virsii commented to herself as she watched Venator drop his club. The horned beast clenched his free hand into a tight fist and gave the Southerner a firm gut punch that rendered her unconscious and ended the match in the blink of an eye. He roared victorious and the crowd went wild as he lifted up the limp woman by her throat and wrist like a trophy. Virsii crossed her arms and gazed out onto the battlefield. As far as she was concerned the fight was decided before the combatants had even stepped into the arena. However the exhibition was not over yet. As was tradition in the arena the crowd cheered and yelled at the victor the desired fate of the loser. When the people wanted blood they would cheer for the defeated's execution, especially if the loser put up a particularly pitiful fight. Virsii would have judged the Southerner as near helpless for the pathetic fight she put up. However she was a somewhat attractive woman so the crowd would likely spare her. However when Venator the hunter stood victorious there was usually only one outcome for those unfortunate enough to survive the fight...

Virsii watched impassively as the beast-man held the woman by the throat. He was visibly aroused as he ripped her loincloth from her hips, stripping away the only clothing that she had and leaving her naked. The crowd vocalized their pleasure. The fight was over. Now they would get a show. Men and woman in the stands noisily brought attention to the throbbing manhood that was growing to full thickness and length. "Like a forearm" was a common sentiment among the audience.

Virsii felt nothing for the unconscious prisoner. Some would argue that indignity was better than death. She cared for neither. All she knew was that the Southerner's fate was deserved. She lost and that was that.  Venator strutted around the arena for a minute and finally lowered her unmoving form onto her knees in the sand, using her long, dark hair like a rope. He caressed her cheek mockingly as if he was a gentle lover. The audience laughed. They knew better. The beast-man held himself near the head of his cock and pushed it up against the woman's mouth. With a bit of insistent pushing he was able to wedge her jaw open. It was easy to thread it to the back of the Southerner's mouth with a bit of manual adjustments with a hand at the back of her skull.

From her view at the portcullis Virsii could only see the muscular back of the monster as he hunched over the malleable woman in the sand. She couldn't see as Venator slipped the rest of his cock down the woman throat but she could peer between his legs and see the woman's throat bulge out as each inch was crammed down her gullet. From the crowd's uproarious reaction she could guess that the horned man had successfully sheathed himself completely. The gladiator couldn't hear the sounds of beastly irrumatio over the din of the people in the stands but she was certain that sounded exactly the same as it did when one passed a busy whore in a back alley of the marketplace.

The people took great pleasure in watching the show of humiliation that the prisoner was forced to endure. The tanned woman's arms hung limply at her sides and swung back and forth with the rhythmic rutting of the bull standing over her. Nobody seemed to be concerned that the Southerner was too blacked out to feel much humiliation. Venator soon roared triumphantly again and Virsii from her point of perspective could see the Southerner's twitching body and the viscous, white ooze that trailed down her chin and neck before dribbling down her stomach and dripping wetly from her pert breasts.

For a few moments the gladiator assumed that the bull-man had asphyxiated the Southerner. However an explosion of cum came up from the woman's throat and puddled in the sand. Her body wretched and heaved around the cock still lodged in her throat. The crowd took great pleasure in that. Virsii was merely surprised that the tanned woman was still alive. Venator tugged back on her scalp and plucked out the massive phallus from her throat to display the creamy, spunk covered face of the defeated. The crowd's vocal approval increased when the woman suddenly spewed a small torrent of more bull cum. The gladiator would be surprised if that didn't earn her a cruel fan nickname like "The Aquaduct".

The defeated Southerner was beginning to stir and the monstrous fighter took advantage of her awakened state to parade her around through the sands, dragging her by her hair while she struggled to keep up on her hands and knees. Some of the men and women mocked her by barking loudly and applauding. However the beast-man was not finished yet. He eventually walked her to the center of the arena and pulled her by her scalp to her feet. Now that she was awake it was time to bring a climax to the exhibition.

The almost no effort Venator hooked his arms under her legs and hoisted her up so that she was spread eagle before the crowd. The Southerner could only lean back against him weakly as he marched her around, spreading her wide and displaying her pussy and ass to everyone in attendance. Virsii knew what was coming next and did not envy the woman her fate. The bull-man lowered the prisoner down onto his erect cock ass first. It didn't go in easily but it was a small miracle that the throat-slicked appendage went in at all.

"If you fight it it's only worse..." Virsii muttered boredly to herself as she watched the scene play out. The Southerner obviously didn't care for it but her yelps couldn't be heard over the cheering and jeering of the people in the stands. The bestial grunting and the occasional roars were loud enough to be heard even from where Virsii was standing. Occasionally when he turned to face the portcullis' direction the gladiator could see the outlines of his bull cock pressing against the surface of her stomach.

After only a few minutes the victorious beast-man roared once more and the crowd leaned in to see if he had finished inside her. The tanned woman was corked so tight that nothing could be seen leaking out onto the sands at his feet. Suddenly the prisoner's mouth opened and another geyser of cum poured from her lips. Everyone applauded, even Virsii who was impressed that the monster could flood an entire body with his seed, so much so that it traversed her guts and came out the other end.

Venator let go of the woman's legs and raised his fists in triumph for the crowd. The Southerner actually remained impaled on his manhood before leaning forward and tumbling onto the ground in an unconscious heap. He left her there as he retrieved his club and strutted back to the opposing portcullis from where he entered at the beginning of the fight. Virsii watched as arena workers tied rope around the unmoving woman's wrists in a slip knot and dragged her body back towards the gate and past Virsii. The apothecary would see if she could be fought again. The crowd seemed to like her despite her defeat. Maybe they favored her because of her defeat. Either way the gladiator had a feeling that the woman's ass would never be the same.

"Few leave the arena without scars I suppose...", she mused to herself, looking down at the greasy trail that was left in wake of the woman who was pulled past her. Her attention snapped back as she was called out to the sands. She could see across the battlefield to the opposing gate. Red eyes glowed behind the bars and tendrils poked eagerly through the holes between the bars of its gate. The crowd cheered as the gates began to lift. Virsii put on her helmet, touched her sword to her breastplate and got into the ready stance. She was a gladiator. The main event. It was time to put on a show.