From: daviderl31@yahoo.com   
      
           [a reminder, this story contains graphic descriptions of  violence   
   and sexual encounters - M/f and F/F.]   
      
   19 Jul 2011  [As you can see, the story went nowhere for almost 15 months -   
   couldn't think of a what I wanted for the second chapter for that long.]   
      
      
                                   Chapter Two   
      
                           Dominus and Domina   
      
   The Dominus was not what Xena expected, but, then, maybe he was. He was   
   Roman, undoubtedly, but not the strapping, manly Roman Xena was expecting,   
   not at all like Caesar. But, rather, he was short of stature, and not   
   particularly impressive. But he was the Dominus of this ludus, and Xena’s   
   and Gabrielle’s captor.   
      
   “What is this?” he said as he laid eyes on Xena. For a moment her only   
   stared at her, then slowly said, “Send for the Domina. She needs to see   
   this.”   
      
   Immediately, one of the house slaves rushed off to find and to request the   
   Domina join her husband. The Dominus Batiatus walked over to Xena and   
   stopped only an arm’s length away and looked up at her. And Xena looked down   
   at him, her eyes never wavering or dropping in deference.   
      
   “Amazing,” he almost whispered. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,   
   I   
   never would have believed it.”  Then louder, he said, “Woman, what’s your   
   name?”   
      
   “Xena,” she replied bluntly.   
      
   “By Zeus’ cock, this is doubly amazing. Not only do I have the infamous   
   Warrior Princess in my custody, but she….”   
      
   Batiatus smiled, then turned from Xena and barked out, “The Domina, where is   
   she?”   
      
   “Someone has gone after her, Dominus,” another house slave answered.   
      
   “Then go after her again!” he demanded, and the slave rushed off as the   
   first had.   
      
   Batiatus turned back to Xena, looked at Gabrielle, looked at Xena, then back   
   at Gabrielle, then walked over to her. And not being quite a sure of herself   
   as Xena, Gabrielle’s eyes dropped. Batiatus’ hand un-gently went under her   
   chin to raise her head so she would have to look at him.   
      
   “Well, aren’t you the beauty?” he said almost sarcastically. “A fine   
   addition to my household.”   
      
   Just then Domina Lucretia entered the room. Both Xena and Gabrielle were   
   surprised how much like Xena she looked, except for her pasty-white skin and   
   very red hair.   
      
   “What is it?” she asked with an irritated voice. “I was about to enter my   
   milk bath.”   
      
   Batiatus simply pointed at Xena, and after Lucretia’s eyes followed finger,   
   she was momentarily struck speechless, then she said, “And just who is   
    this?”   
      
   And as Batiatus had done, Lucretia stopped only an arm’s length from Xena,   
   looking her up and down, and then looked her in the eyes.   
      
   “I see you have taken pains to resemble me,” she said. “I suppose I   
   should   
   be flattered, but a common trollop gives no flattery.”   
      
   “Ah, my dear,” Batiatus said, “but this is no common trollop, she claims   
   to   
   be Xena, the warrior princess Caesar seems to be insanely obsessed over.”   
      
   Lucretia looked at Xena with renewed interest. She reached out and touched   
   her dark hair, her cheek, and her lips.   
      
   “Is this true?” she asked. “Are you truly Xena?”   
      
   “I am.”   
      
   “And my husband’s soldiers managed to capture you and bring you here?”   
      
   “Yes.”   
      
   Lucretia nodded, then turned to Batiatus.  “And just what plans do you have   
   for her?”   
      
   Batiatus thoughtfully hesitated, then said, “I am of two thoughts. Perhaps   
   send word to Caesar that I have her, and she is his for the taking….”   
      
   “A wise decision,” Lucretia said. “He will pay handsomely for her.”   
      
   “Or – perhaps, train her as a gladiator. Her name alone would insure the   
   prestige of this ludus to rise precipitously.”   
      
   Lucretia turned back to Xena, then seemed to notice Gabrielle standing   
   there.  “And who is this?”   
      
   “Her companion. I was thinking of using her as a household slave, and as   
   insurance that she will give us no trouble.”   
      
   Batiatus walked to Gabrielle and put his hand over one firm breast, causing   
   her to jerk away from him. For her trouble, he grabbed the breast and dug   
   his fingers in, causing her to wince in pain.   
      
   “Stop it!” Xena yelled out at him.   
      
   “What?” Batiatus said in surprise. “What did you dare say to me?”   
      
   “You hurt her, harm one hair on her head and everyone in this place who   
   isn’t   
   a slave will die a bloody death!”   
      
   Batiatus looked around the room at the slaves and soldiers there, as in   
   disbelief, then he looked back at Xena with fire in his eyes, then he began   
   to laugh. There was no humor in it, but it was loud and long.   
      
   “I do believe we have someone who will be well served to watch what she   
   says.”   
      
   Batiatus then looked back at Gabrielle.   
      
   “Remove her chains,” he said to a guard, who hesitated only slightly, then   
   hurried to do as instructed. When the chains on her wrists were gone,   
   Batiatus put one arm around Gabrielle’s shoulders as if they were old   
   friends, and turned her to face Xena.   
      
   “So, tell me girl," said to Gabrielle while still looking at Xena,  "do you   
   wish to see your friend here stripped naked, tied to a post in the practice   
   arena and whipped until her back is mutilated and bloody?”   
      
   Gabrielle shook her head. “No.”   
      
   Batiatus’ fingers dug into the top of her shoulder.   
      
   “ ‘No, Dominus!’ “ he yelled into her ear. “I am your Dominus and   
   you will   
   address me as such.”   
      
   Then in a normal voice, he continued. “Now, let’s try this again – Do you   
   wish to see your friend stripped naked, tied to a post in the practice   
   arena, and whipped until her back is bloody?”   
      
   “No – Dominus.  I do not.”   
      
   “And do you know how to prevent such an occurrence from happening?”   
      
   When Gabrielle hesitated his fingers once again dug into the top of her   
   shoulder. “I am not in the habit repeating myself,” he said. “Must I ask   
   you   
   again?”   
      
   “By not disobeying you – Dominus.”   
      
   “Correct! Nor will you be insolent, nor disrespectful, nor slow in your   
   duties. And you will also be such to your Domina.”   
      
   “Perhaps,” Lucretia spoke up. ‘Perhaps if it becomes necessary, then this   
   girl should be the one to wield the lash.”   
      
   Batiatus grinned loudly, released Gabrielle and went to his wife’s side,   
   grabbed one of her buttocks, his fingers deep within the crack between both   
   cheeks, and kissed her soundly on the mouth.   
      
   “Is it any wonder,” he said to the room, “that I love her as I do?”   
      
   Batiatus then returned to Gabrielle, but behind her, and with both hands on   
      
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