The northern slaves were skilled cocksuckers, the result of generations of women trying to extract as much semen as possible from male genitals. Men travelled long distances to visit them and donate their semen. Recently, travelers had been coming from Rome itself.
Rufius’s mother, Lametria, was delighted. She normally had to train her new whores in the difficult art of swallowing all the clients’ spunk and taking all their cocks in without choking. With these northern warriors there was no need. If they were anywhere near a man they wanted to suck his cock.
The brothel was called the “Golden Swan”. It was as good in its own way, people said, as the “Colossus” in the old district of Rome or the “Aquiles” in Pompey.
Rufius had been a frequent visitor to many of the best-known whorehouses in Rome, and he brought in the same architects, designers and artists to build and decorate his mother’s brothel. He said she was the Queen of Whores and he wanted her to feel like a queen.
Rufius took a personal interest in the running of the “Golden Swan” and he recommended it to all his important visitors. They were more than happy with their visit. Most of the visitors liked the strong-thighed barbarians and were impressed by their enthusiasm in sucking.

The gladiators separated into pairs and began a demonstration of their more martial abilities.
They fought well and showed experience as well as skill. They were balanced and elegant fighters, but also good fast-thinking strategists. Rufius was impressed. He could see that a woman like Drusila could manage a ludus and produce top-rate gladiators as well as any man.
As the contest progressed, winners and losers went to different sides of the patio. When the fighting was over, Drusila gave a signal and her slaves brought in a bench with ropes and iron objects it. The winners stood by quietly watching. The losers looked nervously at the bench. They were going to be punished, they knew…
“You are probably wondering,” Drusila said to Rufius, “how a woman can control a group of muscular gladiators. It’s easy. These guys think with their cocks. If you punish their cocks you can do what you like with the men.”
The Governor smiled. “We men all follow our cocks, you know, especially if we’ve got a hard-on!”
“We women can normally control our cunts,” said Drusila. “But I’m not too sure about the black female gladiator you’re going to see now. She has a huge tubular clitoris. It seems to control her the way a cock controls a man. She loses control completely when it’s erect. Ah, here she is now!”
A beautiful black gladiator, accompanied by a Gaulish slave, stepped into the patio. The onlookers fell silent. It was an impressive sight. The women walked towards the men with big, confident strides, their large breasts rising and falling with each step. Without a word, they picked up ropes and instruments from the bench and set to work on the losers, who accepted their punishment without a word of complaint.