The Arena, Ancient Rome
Wiske's heart raced as she looked around the crowded arena, her mind still reeling from the unexpected time-traveling journey she had just been flung into. Her dress had been left behind in the time machine, leaving her in nothing but a thin slip. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she refused to let fear get the best of her. She was a strong, independent woman, and she would not be defeated by this strange and unfamiliar world.
As she tried to make her way through the crowd, a burly gladiator grabbed her, holding her with her hands on her back. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. She was at the mercy of the crowd, and she could do nothing but wait and see what fate had in store for her.
Just as she was beginning to lose hope, another gladiator approached her, a large knife in his hand. Wiske's heart sank as she feared the worst. But instead of harming her, he used the knife to cut the band of her slip, a playful grin on his face.
Wiske was now left with nothing but a ribbon in her blonde hair, and the gladiator couldn't help but notice her firm, straight lips. He put his finger between her lips, causing her to blush and squirm. The crowd cheered as the gladiator pleasured Wiske, who couldn't help but moan and gasp in pleasure.
Her quick moans and sighs entertained the crowd, who were used to different norms and values. She was a novelty, a source of amusement and pleasure for the bloodthirsty crowd. But Wiske refused to be just a plaything for the gladiators. She was a woman with desires and needs, and she would not be denied.
As the gladiator finished, leaving Wiske panting and satisfied, she stood before the crowd, embarrassed but eager for more. The gladiator picked her up and held her high for the crowd, who cheered and hooted. Wiske was passed from gladiator to gladiator, each taking turns pleasuring her.
She was brought to orgasm again and again, each time the crowd cheering louder. The gladiators took turns spilling their seed in her and over her small breasts. Wiske couldn't stop moaning and gasping, even as the gladiators took turns satisfying her.
Exhausted but satisfied, Wiske passed out, only to wake up later in Barabas' lab, her body covered in seed. She couldn't wait for the next time-travel adventure, no matter what it might bring. She was a woman in control, and she would not be defeated.
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