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Ancient History has taught us to be proud…. But even then it wasn’t always easy for two women to love one another. This is a tale of two women who fought the odds.
Empress Serena Stevens had always been her husband’s pet project, someone he wanted to project his wealth onto but see as less than. He had, of course, allowed her the things she wanted. Maids, a place to be alone, a place to be the Domina of a house of Gladiators. What he didn’t know was how much that could and would lead to his downfall.
The Italian woman dragged in front of her, a gladiatrix to be, was proud. That much was clear the moment Serena set eyes on her. Zoe Callas’ hawklike beauty was matched with a warrior’s strength. The woman was small, far more petite than many on sale and her husband had laughed when Serena considered her. It was this mistake that lead to Serena choosing Zoe as one of her warrior women, one of her gladiatrixes.
Training under her watchful eye had seemed to spark something in Zoe. The woman’s calm demeanour lit up like a spark on the wick of a candle. The woman’s strength only seemed to grow as she trained and she proved smarter than most.
Put to the test, entered into an arena a month after being chosen and trained, she won. She won not only the match, she came away unharmed, spattered with her competitor’s blood. She had strode into a meeting with her Empress that night, kneeling willingly at her feet. She had done, she said, all she could to honor her Goddess Empress.
This gentleness in tone was new, her smile even more so and Serena’s hand waves away servers and maids, beckoning Zoe to follow her. That night she spends in Serena’s bed, cleansed only when Serena wants it, of course, but she spends her night between a goddesses thighs and considers herself blessed.