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The cruel pleasures of Capua
Fantasy story
Intro :
As a preamble, let's set the scene for this story where the designated actors will interact.

Our story takes place in year 35 of our era, during the declining reign of the emperor Tiberius, known for his cruelty. Fear, sweat, perverse pleasures, blood, torment and death will set the main tone of the story.

Tiberius no longer goes to Rome. He lives in a sumptuous palace on the island of Capri. He still likes to go to Capua because this city has a beautiful arena where he likes to watch gladiatorial fights and other bloody spectacles. He took divine pleasure in organising sumptuous orgies where the pleasures of the table and the flesh were embellished with cruel killings.
Paranoiac, seeing evil everywhere, he fears that his person will be expected. To ensure his protection, he relies on his Praetorian Guard commanded by Quintus Naevius Cordus Sutorius Macro better known as Macron.
The arena of Capua is of more modest size than the Colosseum of Rome, but of similar architecture. The gladiators live in a nearby barracks.

Apart from the shows, the only people to occupy the basement of the arena are convicts. They only come to the surface to die in front of an audience.
The basement consists of a long, wide corridor bordered on both sides by squalid cells with straw-covered floors. A few wells of light give off a faint glow. Oil lamps with undulating flames complete the sordid lighting.

At the end of the corridor is the torture room. It is vaulted and long, and perspires with fear, giving off the scent of blood, semen and urine. In the centre, a stone gutter is used to evacuate the body fluids of the tortured.
The whole range of instruments of torture is there, nothing is missing. Wheel, St Andrew's cross, stretching rack, chains anchored in the walls, brazier, whips, tongs, fangs, pulleys and several wooden buckets filled with dirty water.
This is the place where our actors will be led to confess their crimes. They will not see the light of day again until the moment chosen for the final torture.

Tiberius, taken by a sudden whim, has innovated. The team of executioners will be led by women. And not just any women: Stabia, the leader, is cruel and takes pleasure in the suffering of her victims. Seconded by the beautiful Stellacumusa, a nymphomaniac as cruel as her chief. Beate, a former freed slave has become the executioner and completes the trio.
The strong hands to assist the team of executioners are Vonsadius, Ciré, Heineudus (former gladiator) and the one named Soutmanus (former gladiator).



The plot of the story :

A plot to get rid of Tiberius. At the head of the plot, women. They hope for the strong support of the gladiators and the influence of Senator Piralandus, the emperor's fierce opponent.

Tiberius, suspicious, suspects that an event is brewing, counts on the strength of his guard commanded by Macron to ensure his protection and thwart the conspiracy.

Macron, a zealous servant, a potential plotter by ambition, finds an excellent alibi; make the others pay in order to remove any suspicion that might weigh on him. First eliminate the others in order to be able to act more freely afterwards. To get into his master's good graces in order to better kill him afterwards.

Macron to his network of informers and informants in Capua. He got wind that a certain Malina, daughter of an old senator, could be in a conspiracy. Her informant reportedly even noticed that she often frequented the gladiator's barracks and that she had a sentimental relationship with a gladiator named Loxurus.

Macron then had a brilliant idea that he would blow in Tiberius' ear when the day came. He will manage to nip the plot in the bud and obtain a beautiful cascade of arrests. He nourishes the hope that under torture all the conspirators will be unmasked. All that will be left to Tiberius is to leave the choice of the scenario of their being killed when the time comes.

The sun is radiant and it is hot at the end of July. It is the day of the end of harvest festival. The Emperor Tiberius, coming from the island of Capri, goes to Capua where the festival is in full swing. He ordered a gladiatorial battle to celebrate the event. Plebeians and patricians are invited to the event, which will take place in the local arena.

The emperor goes to the festival in a litter carrier. He is in an annoyed mood. Eight male slaves carry the litter. They are naked and wear a chastity belt, their penis is locked in it, thus preventing any desire for an erection. Twelve praetorians lead the procession.

It is under the cheers of the crowd, especially the plebeians, that the procession enters the arena and goes around it. Tiberius decreed that the spectacle was free for the plebeians.

At the foot of the imperial lodge he sets foot on the ground and, through a back door, climbs the stairs leading him to his throne. The guard follows him. Macron stands behind him.

The chief of the Praetorians leans over to Tiberius and whispers in his ear. Tiberius nods his head. A guard is sent to the tribune of honor where the local bourgeoisie is standing. He approaches a pretty young woman and invites her to follow him to the emperor's lodge.

Astonished, Malina, daughter of an old senator from Capua, gets up and follows. On arriving at the lodge, she bows respectfully before the emperor. He invites her to take a seat at his side. Malina is a little surprised by the presence of a large hound that seems to be asleep.

The trumpets announce the beginning of the show. Twenty gladiators enter the arena. They are naked according to the emperor's wish. Only wearing leather bracelets on their wrists, shoulder protection and their weapons and shields. To make the spectacle more attractive, Tiberius ordered the gladiators' bodies to be depilated and oiled

The crowd is excited, especially the women. It will be a fight to the death; no mercy to the defeated, as Tiberius decided. There will be a fight until the last survivor, who will be rewarded by the emperor.

The fight begins and the defeated accumulate. To each gladiator on the ground, the emperor lowers his thumb as a sign of death. It is customary for the victor to quickly slit his opponent's throat. Not on this day. Tiberius, in his perversity, decreed that the killing would be done by the removal of the genitals; penis and testicles would be severed, leaving the defeated to die bloodless in atrocious suffering.

Slaves are responsible for picking up the organs and placing them on a tray that will then be taken to the imperial lodge. The hound takes pleasure in it and treats himself.

In the tribune of honour, Senator Piralandus displays an air of disgust, he disapproves of these killings. He is richly dressed in a white and purple toga with golden lapels. He is accompanied by his favourite slave; a beautiful young woman with a gentle, submissive look. Her name is Nicole and she comes from the Gauls. She devotes herself with passion to her master, who gives her back and respect.

Not far from him, a few bays ahead, stand two sturdy matrons, brave ladies of strong stature and generous shapes. Roberta, the widow of a senator, and her friend Fataslavia hardly conceal their disgust at the day's spectacle.

Opposite the imperial lodge, a pretty Roman woman is leaning against the wall in the front row. She is visibly in a state of extreme excitement. Dressed in a short toga that is very indented and hides just the right thing, she never stops masturbating at the sight of these naked warriors and penises swinging with the movements. She bites her lips and lets herself loose in orgasms, taking advantage of the crowd's cries. She wets without restraint, a real fountain woman. Next to her is a young woman, pretty but a little strange. She seems more interested in the mischief of a small squirrel jumping from one shoulder to the other than in the show. She has come to please her friend Cynthia.

The number of gladiators is getting smaller and soon there are only two left. Loxurus, a handsome, well-built man, a gladiator with many victories. His opponent, Soutmanus is a Thracian with impressive muscles. A giant. A mountain of flesh. A thick brute. Loxurus is reticent and his weapons are a trident, a net and a dagger. Soutmanus is a mirmilion, with an iron helmet, shield and sword.

Fatigue is felt. Loxurus, taking advantage of a moment of slackening of the opponent throws his net and manages to wrap it. It is without counting on the Herculean strength of Thrace. With his sword he cuts the net and leaps over Loxurus, knocking him down with a powerful sweep to the legs. Loxurus falls heavily on his back and is almost knocked out.

The crowd is screaming with excitement. Cynthia gets wetter and wetter and goes into a new orgasm.
Tiberius then turns to Malina. She is livid and struggles to hide a slight tremor.

With a twisted look in his eyes and a wave of his hand, he invites Malina to stand up. Addressing her mockingly he says: "In my great kindness I place her fate in your hands, her life belongs to you, but don't disappoint the good people who are there".

Macron is on the lookout. No one has noticed that the number of praetorians has doubled around the bleachers. Macron has also carefully placed informers in the crowd, especially in the stands of the tribune of honour. They are anonymous and observe each other's faces and reactions.

Malina, trembling, raises her thumb. Sign of life for Loxurus. The crowd whistles and screams its disappointment.
Tiberius looks at her with contempt: "I told you not to disappoint my people", you dare to disobey me? What interest do you have in keeping him alive? Tell me, I want an answer out loud. »

Malina remains silent with fear. Tiberius snaps his fingers and Macron orders two Praetorians to seize Malina. She remains unresponsive, trembling, crying. The guards take her down the stairs.

Senator Piralandus stands up and asks Tiberius to release the girl, pleading for her innocence.
Tiberius, is mad with rage. Appointing Macron, he orders the arrest of the senator and his slave. Two praetorians seize Piralandus and lead him towards an exit. A third seizes the slave Nicole without any restraint, grabbing her hair and pushing her in front of him, in the footsteps of the senator.

Two anonymous informants had noticed the crossing of the senator's complicit glances with Roberta and her friend Fataslavia. They were identified as suspects and were surrounded by guards and also evacuated from the stands.

Loxurus, having barely recovered, is arrested and taken to the basement by four praetorians.
Soutmanus stands in front of the lodge. Tiberius declares him the great winner of the tournament. "You will be rewarded as it should be, faithful gladiator. I declare you a free man.

On this Tiberius orders a steward to offer him a condemned slave as a gift. Shortly afterwards the basement gate opens and two male slaves come out, pulling a small cart with a portico. In this portico, a young black slave is quartered, dressed in a small white loincloth.

The portico is pulled to the foot of the imperial lodge. Soutmanus cannot suppress a terrible erection at the sight of his gift.
Tiberius says to him, "It is yours. Take her with you, but first I want you to smash this virgin in front of my people. Take a lap of honour and leave the arena.

Soutmanus, the Thracian, bowed to Tiberius, thanked him. Then turns to his gift. She is thin, but with a beautiful, opulent, pear-shaped breast. With a sharp gesture he cuts the four strings with his sword, freeing the young woman.
She is afraid, she is trembling. She is small next to this monster. With one hand he lifts her by the waist, with the other he tears off her loincloth, directs her sex in the direction of the vaginal slit and impales the girl on his enormous penis. She screams in pain. The crowd screams and cheers the gladiator.

He quickly ejaculates inside her, pulls her out, places the crying girl over his shoulder and makes a complete circle around the arena by raising his sword. When he reaches Cynthia's level, she can't hold it back and goes into an orgasm that leaves her exhausted and exhausted. The squirrel remains impassive on Rias' shoulder; he doesn't care, he eats his nuts, that's enough for him.

As for our suspects arrested shortly before, they are being framed. Chains are put on them; neck, hands and ankles are shackled. Directed towards the basement they enter another world; a world where humanity is an unknown word.
As they descend the steps they hear, in the darkness, the cavernous voice of Vonsadius: "Welcome to hell".


(TO BE FOLLOWED)
 

piraland

Tribune
Tiberius is crazy!

Not only has he made our empire into a huge mess but, in addition, his mythomania makes him suspect everyone!

No one, even me and the other senators of Rome are safe from his cruelty and murderous madness!

Okay, currently a plot is brewing against him because everyone has had enough but, so far, everything has been kept secret, nothing has filtered out but Macron, his damned soul, as deceitful as he is ambitious, is constantly looking for to show off to the emperor and scheme to nip the rebellion in the bud.

He would have heard of something concerning Malina who hates them both and proposed to Tiberius to let her decide the fate of Loxurus recognized as the leader of gladiators always ready to rebel.

Malina, by pardoning Loxurus whom she secretly loves, unwittingly triggered the start of the purge desired by Macron.

This one, with the blessing of his lord and master, took the opportunity to incarcerate for futile reasons all those who could get in his way starting with me who has never hidden my opinions concerning the emperor and who supports, without Macron's knowledge, the revolt which is preparing.

Nicole, my faithful Gaulish slave was also arrested as well as Roberta, widow of a senator driven to suicide by Tiberius and Fataslavia, her close friend!

They also took Cathya, also the daughter of a patrician and very close friend of Malina.

So here we are all taken to the sordid part of the circus, the shallows!

Loxurus, still naked and oiled is forced to join us and we then begin our descent into hell greeted by the cruel Vonsadius happy to see arriving fresh flesh!

Soon we are all stripped of our clothes and so naked that we are all chained in this grisly place that smells of sweat, urine and cum.

What is going to happen to us.
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
Fatigue is felt. Loxurus, taking advantage of a moment of slackening of the opponent throws his net and manages to wrap it. It is without counting on the Herculean strength of Thrace. With his sword he cuts the net and leaps over Loxurus, knocking him down with a powerful sweep to the legs. Loxurus falls heavily on his back and is almost knocked out.

The crowd is screaming with excitement. Cynthia gets wetter and wetter and goes into a new orgasm.
Tiberius then turns to Malina. She is livid and struggles to hide a slight tremor.

With a twisted look in his eyes and a wave of his hand, he invites Malina to stand up. Addressing her mockingly he says: "In my great kindness I place her fate in your hands, her life belongs to you, but don't disappoint the good people who are there".
Malina knows the rules of gladiator combat better than Tiberius! I had no yet given up and asked for mercy! In my state, I had the right to a time out!:mad:
Smells like matchfixing! Someone must have tricked the bets!:(
 

Fossy

Tribune
The cruel pleasures of Capua
Fantasy story
Intro :
As a preamble, let's set the scene for this story where the designated actors will interact.

Our story takes place in year 35 of our era, during the declining reign of the emperor Tiberius, known for his cruelty. Fear, sweat, perverse pleasures, blood, torment and death will set the main tone of the story.

Tiberius no longer goes to Rome. He lives in a sumptuous palace on the island of Capri. He still likes to go to Capua because this city has a beautiful arena where he likes to watch gladiatorial fights and other bloody spectacles. He took divine pleasure in organising sumptuous orgies where the pleasures of the table and the flesh were embellished with cruel killings.
Paranoiac, seeing evil everywhere, he fears that his person will be expected. To ensure his protection, he relies on his Praetorian Guard commanded by Quintus Naevius Cordus Sutorius Macro better known as Macron.
The arena of Capua is of more modest size than the Colosseum of Rome, but of similar architecture. The gladiators live in a nearby barracks.

Apart from the shows, the only people to occupy the basement of the arena are convicts. They only come to the surface to die in front of an audience.
The basement consists of a long, wide corridor bordered on both sides by squalid cells with straw-covered floors. A few wells of light give off a faint glow. Oil lamps with undulating flames complete the sordid lighting.

At the end of the corridor is the torture room. It is vaulted and long, and perspires with fear, giving off the scent of blood, semen and urine. In the centre, a stone gutter is used to evacuate the body fluids of the tortured.
The whole range of instruments of torture is there, nothing is missing. Wheel, St Andrew's cross, stretching rack, chains anchored in the walls, brazier, whips, tongs, fangs, pulleys and several wooden buckets filled with dirty water.
This is the place where our actors will be led to confess their crimes. They will not see the light of day again until the moment chosen for the final torture.

Tiberius, taken by a sudden whim, has innovated. The team of executioners will be led by women. And not just any women: Stabia, the leader, is cruel and takes pleasure in the suffering of her victims. Seconded by the beautiful Stellacumusa, a nymphomaniac as cruel as her chief. Beate, a former freed slave has become the executioner and completes the trio.
The strong hands to assist the team of executioners are Vonsadius, Ciré, Heineudus (former gladiator) and the one named Soutmanus (former gladiator).



The plot of the story :

A plot to get rid of Tiberius. At the head of the plot, women. They hope for the strong support of the gladiators and the influence of Senator Piralandus, the emperor's fierce opponent.

Tiberius, suspicious, suspects that an event is brewing, counts on the strength of his guard commanded by Macron to ensure his protection and thwart the conspiracy.

Macron, a zealous servant, a potential plotter by ambition, finds an excellent alibi; make the others pay in order to remove any suspicion that might weigh on him. First eliminate the others in order to be able to act more freely afterwards. To get into his master's good graces in order to better kill him afterwards.

Macron to his network of informers and informants in Capua. He got wind that a certain Malina, daughter of an old senator, could be in a conspiracy. Her informant reportedly even noticed that she often frequented the gladiator's barracks and that she had a sentimental relationship with a gladiator named Loxurus.

Macron then had a brilliant idea that he would blow in Tiberius' ear when the day came. He will manage to nip the plot in the bud and obtain a beautiful cascade of arrests. He nourishes the hope that under torture all the conspirators will be unmasked. All that will be left to Tiberius is to leave the choice of the scenario of their being killed when the time comes.

The sun is radiant and it is hot at the end of July. It is the day of the end of harvest festival. The Emperor Tiberius, coming from the island of Capri, goes to Capua where the festival is in full swing. He ordered a gladiatorial battle to celebrate the event. Plebeians and patricians are invited to the event, which will take place in the local arena.

The emperor goes to the festival in a litter carrier. He is in an annoyed mood. Eight male slaves carry the litter. They are naked and wear a chastity belt, their penis is locked in it, thus preventing any desire for an erection. Twelve praetorians lead the procession.

It is under the cheers of the crowd, especially the plebeians, that the procession enters the arena and goes around it. Tiberius decreed that the spectacle was free for the plebeians.

At the foot of the imperial lodge he sets foot on the ground and, through a back door, climbs the stairs leading him to his throne. The guard follows him. Macron stands behind him.

The chief of the Praetorians leans over to Tiberius and whispers in his ear. Tiberius nods his head. A guard is sent to the tribune of honor where the local bourgeoisie is standing. He approaches a pretty young woman and invites her to follow him to the emperor's lodge.

Astonished, Malina, daughter of an old senator from Capua, gets up and follows. On arriving at the lodge, she bows respectfully before the emperor. He invites her to take a seat at his side. Malina is a little surprised by the presence of a large hound that seems to be asleep.

The trumpets announce the beginning of the show. Twenty gladiators enter the arena. They are naked according to the emperor's wish. Only wearing leather bracelets on their wrists, shoulder protection and their weapons and shields. To make the spectacle more attractive, Tiberius ordered the gladiators' bodies to be depilated and oiled

The crowd is excited, especially the women. It will be a fight to the death; no mercy to the defeated, as Tiberius decided. There will be a fight until the last survivor, who will be rewarded by the emperor.

The fight begins and the defeated accumulate. To each gladiator on the ground, the emperor lowers his thumb as a sign of death. It is customary for the victor to quickly slit his opponent's throat. Not on this day. Tiberius, in his perversity, decreed that the killing would be done by the removal of the genitals; penis and testicles would be severed, leaving the defeated to die bloodless in atrocious suffering.

Slaves are responsible for picking up the organs and placing them on a tray that will then be taken to the imperial lodge. The hound takes pleasure in it and treats himself.

In the tribune of honour, Senator Piralandus displays an air of disgust, he disapproves of these killings. He is richly dressed in a white and purple toga with golden lapels. He is accompanied by his favourite slave; a beautiful young woman with a gentle, submissive look. Her name is Nicole and she comes from the Gauls. She devotes herself with passion to her master, who gives her back and respect.

Not far from him, a few bays ahead, stand two sturdy matrons, brave ladies of strong stature and generous shapes. Roberta, the widow of a senator, and her friend Fataslavia hardly conceal their disgust at the day's spectacle.

Opposite the imperial lodge, a pretty Roman woman is leaning against the wall in the front row. She is visibly in a state of extreme excitement. Dressed in a short toga that is very indented and hides just the right thing, she never stops masturbating at the sight of these naked warriors and penises swinging with the movements. She bites her lips and lets herself loose in orgasms, taking advantage of the crowd's cries. She wets without restraint, a real fountain woman. Next to her is a young woman, pretty but a little strange. She seems more interested in the mischief of a small squirrel jumping from one shoulder to the other than in the show. She has come to please her friend Cynthia.

The number of gladiators is getting smaller and soon there are only two left. Loxurus, a handsome, well-built man, a gladiator with many victories. His opponent, Soutmanus is a Thracian with impressive muscles. A giant. A mountain of flesh. A thick brute. Loxurus is reticent and his weapons are a trident, a net and a dagger. Soutmanus is a mirmilion, with an iron helmet, shield and sword.

Fatigue is felt. Loxurus, taking advantage of a moment of slackening of the opponent throws his net and manages to wrap it. It is without counting on the Herculean strength of Thrace. With his sword he cuts the net and leaps over Loxurus, knocking him down with a powerful sweep to the legs. Loxurus falls heavily on his back and is almost knocked out.

The crowd is screaming with excitement. Cynthia gets wetter and wetter and goes into a new orgasm.
Tiberius then turns to Malina. She is livid and struggles to hide a slight tremor.

With a twisted look in his eyes and a wave of his hand, he invites Malina to stand up. Addressing her mockingly he says: "In my great kindness I place her fate in your hands, her life belongs to you, but don't disappoint the good people who are there".

Macron is on the lookout. No one has noticed that the number of praetorians has doubled around the bleachers. Macron has also carefully placed informers in the crowd, especially in the stands of the tribune of honour. They are anonymous and observe each other's faces and reactions.

Malina, trembling, raises her thumb. Sign of life for Loxurus. The crowd whistles and screams its disappointment.
Tiberius looks at her with contempt: "I told you not to disappoint my people", you dare to disobey me? What interest do you have in keeping him alive? Tell me, I want an answer out loud. »

Malina remains silent with fear. Tiberius snaps his fingers and Macron orders two Praetorians to seize Malina. She remains unresponsive, trembling, crying. The guards take her down the stairs.

Senator Piralandus stands up and asks Tiberius to release the girl, pleading for her innocence.
Tiberius, is mad with rage. Appointing Macron, he orders the arrest of the senator and his slave. Two praetorians seize Piralandus and lead him towards an exit. A third seizes the slave Nicole without any restraint, grabbing her hair and pushing her in front of him, in the footsteps of the senator.

Two anonymous informants had noticed the crossing of the senator's complicit glances with Roberta and her friend Fataslavia. They were identified as suspects and were surrounded by guards and also evacuated from the stands.

Loxurus, having barely recovered, is arrested and taken to the basement by four praetorians.
Soutmanus stands in front of the lodge. Tiberius declares him the great winner of the tournament. "You will be rewarded as it should be, faithful gladiator. I declare you a free man.

On this Tiberius orders a steward to offer him a condemned slave as a gift. Shortly afterwards the basement gate opens and two male slaves come out, pulling a small cart with a portico. In this portico, a young black slave is quartered, dressed in a small white loincloth.

The portico is pulled to the foot of the imperial lodge. Soutmanus cannot suppress a terrible erection at the sight of his gift.
Tiberius says to him, "It is yours. Take her with you, but first I want you to smash this virgin in front of my people. Take a lap of honour and leave the arena.

Soutmanus, the Thracian, bowed to Tiberius, thanked him. Then turns to his gift. She is thin, but with a beautiful, opulent, pear-shaped breast. With a sharp gesture he cuts the four strings with his sword, freeing the young woman.
She is afraid, she is trembling. She is small next to this monster. With one hand he lifts her by the waist, with the other he tears off her loincloth, directs her sex in the direction of the vaginal slit and impales the girl on his enormous penis. She screams in pain. The crowd screams and cheers the gladiator.

He quickly ejaculates inside her, pulls her out, places the crying girl over his shoulder and makes a complete circle around the arena by raising his sword. When he reaches Cynthia's level, she can't hold it back and goes into an orgasm that leaves her exhausted and exhausted. The squirrel remains impassive on Rias' shoulder; he doesn't care, he eats his nuts, that's enough for him.

As for our suspects arrested shortly before, they are being framed. Chains are put on them; neck, hands and ankles are shackled. Directed towards the basement they enter another world; a world where humanity is an unknown word.
As they descend the steps they hear, in the darkness, the cavernous voice of Vonsadius: "Welcome to hell".


(TO BE FOLLOWED)
That was some read, excellent work and the scene is well and truly set! Yet in amongst all of the anger, plotting and horror the line concerning the watchful squirrel was one of my favourites. As Cynthia reached yet another climax, the little creature "... remains impassive on Rias' shoulder; he doesn't care, he eats his nuts, that's enough for him." ... Brilliant!
 

Vindex

Magistrate
That was some read, excellent work and the scene is well and truly set! Yet in amongst all of the anger, plotting and horror the line concerning the watchful squirrel was one of my favourites. As Cynthia reached yet another climax, the little creature "... remains impassive on Rias' shoulder; he doesn't care, he eats his nuts, that's enough for him." ... Brilliant!
Thank you Fossy, it is a pleasure and makes you want to continue; which I intend to do. But today I have decided that it is "break". I'm going to enjoy my Saturday. I'll see you soon.
 

Kathy

Terra Nova Tramp
I think we are very badly off!

Malina, by saving the life of her Loxurus, put us in a really difficult situation!

Who spoke ?

Who betrayed us?

I do not know !

However, we have been careful and discreet as Barbaria advised us at our last meeting!

It is true that Macron is a vicious, under his air of a gentle seducer, he is a snake!

Would he have gathered information about the pillow from one of us who was persuaded to share his couch for one night?

I am therefore naked and chained with my companions in misfortune!

The cruel Vonsadius who greeted us so warmly arrives at Malina and me!

His sadistic smile does not bode well!

He treats us first of all as sluts and whores of the ruling class of the empire and adds that here we are no longer anything that we could serve as a doormat to wipe off his "caligae" but for the moment, he has other desires and takes out his erect cock from under his short toga which he pushes directly into Malina's mouth!

This one, surprised, can only do so and begins, disgusted, to suck that urine stinking cock.

After a moment, he turns to me, spreads my legs and without further ado, brutally penetrates me!

If he seems to take pleasure, it is not the same for me who am forced to suffer this rape!

Fortunately, this does not last very long and, after ejaculating, comes out of the dungeon, releasing a resounding fart.

We haven't been here for an hour and I've already been raped by that stinking sadist!

What do they have against us?

I don't have any great ideas for the future!

Malina doesn't seem to understand the situation any more than I do, nor does it seem like the wise Piralandus or the fiery Loxurus whom Malina does not take her eyes off of.

We can only wait and hope for a miracle because I do not see how the situation could evolve in our favor!

We are hitting rock bottom.
 

Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
The trumpets announce the beginning of the show. Twenty gladiators enter the arena. They are naked according to the emperor's wish. Only wearing leather bracelets on their wrists, shoulder protection and their weapons and shields. To make the spectacle more attractive, Tiberius ordered the gladiators' bodies to be depilated and oiled
This, I found outrageous to be ordered to by Tiberius! We are professional athletes, not showboys! The way he changed the rules! Old fashioned killings of the defeated. Worse : death by castration. You can impose such fantasies on slaves forced into gladiatorship, but not to free men gladiotors!

Tiberius has gone totally crazy! I agree with Senator Pirlandus about that! The senator, who was sitting in Tiberius' imperial loggia, to my surprise.

The emperor is so paranoid, even dreaming of thinking of his succession, is a crucifiable crime!

But it would be good, he would make place for someone else more capable.

Unfortunately, Tiberius is well shielded by Macron, a man he so strongly entrusts, that he does not see that Macron is preparing another disaster for the future : Caligula!

Macron cares that no one gets to Tiberius out of his control. It would be impossible to come to an audience, carrying arms. It is said, Tiberius even receives his visitors only when they enter stark naked, so paranoid is he.

I have already suggested that the only chance of removal of Tiberius is by soft power. Getting an audience when he is bed-ridden, and pressing a pillow in his face! Someone should sacrifice himself, but the job will not be done completely without getting rid of Macron and Caligula too!

But like I said, discussing the post-Tiberius era, even without murder plots, is living dangerously.

I had other concerns, when that Thracian knocked me down, and, to my surprise, Tiberius considered the fight already over, although I was not yet disabled to continue. He then delegated his power over my life to.... Malina! Another vicious trick from him - what did he know about she and me?

It was more surprise that she did .. a thumbs up, firmly! She had the guts to do so, but to my anguish, that was not what Tiberius had expected - or had he, and had he just set a trap for testing her loyalty.

Whatever, Malina was immediately removed from the loggia by Macron's guards, the same for Senator Pirlandus, who had protested, and then, I got arrested too! I would soon see both Malina and Pirlandus in the basements of the arena.
 

nicole

Governor
What happened then?

I don't think I understood everything but here I am naked, chained in an infamous dungeon with Piralandus my master, Malina and Cathia two normally untouchable Roman citizens and the two matrons Roberta and Fataslavia as well as Loxurus the pardoned gladiator.

As much as the differences were between us, as much now that we are all naked these differences have fled, we are no more than defendants waiting for what will happen next.

From what I've heard, people who are taken to the basements of the circus only come out to be executed, most often crucified.

I am frozen with cold and fear despite the presence of my master who wants to be encouraging in the dramatic situation that is ours.

I was aware that Piralandus supported the people who were plotting against Tiberius, but I didn't think we were going to find ourselves in such a situation.

I have heard of a certain Stabia being the worst person a defendant could meet, it would seem that after going through her hands one no longer exists, she would be talking about stones if necessary.

I know that I have not committed any crime and probably will not be held here for long but, if necessary, I am ready to do anything for my master Piralandus who has always been very good to me and whom I love by -above all .

If i have to suffer and die with him, I will because I will always be faithful and devoted to him.
 

Roberta

Governor
Honestly, I wonder what Fataslavia and I are doing here in this dungeon chained naked!

We, Roman patricians, respected!

If my poor husband was still alive, we wouldn't be here!

But this nutcase Tiberius and his damned soul Macron found him embarrassing and harassed him until, unable to take it anymore, he slashed his veins in his bath!

I arrived too late to save him, and since then I have vowed to do everything in my power to avenge myself and do my best to help any organizations that fight to destroy him.

Here, I do not understand because, although I was aware of what was going on, I did not intervene in any way and did not even meet any of the conspirators!

Maybe I got annoying like my late husband was.

Okay, I have the audacity and have often said aloud what many thought whispered but from there to find myself incarcerated as a slave, a real criminal, there is a big gap that I do not manage to explain to me.

I had found it odd to receive this invitation for me and fataslavia from the Emperor to attend the circus games in his lodge but I was not suspicious enough!

It smelled like a trap and I let myself be taken.

When Malina pardoned Loxurus, I failed to shut my mouth and wanted to defend her from the unfairness of the accusations made by Macron against her and therefore found myself with my friend in this inextricable situation.

There is no longer any respect in present-day Rome, even the sage Piralandus who also intervened in a much calmer way than I was taken away with us and found himself naked and chained in this sordid dungeon like us.

Cathia has already been raped in front of us by this deceitful Vonsadius, which does not promise us an enchanted tomorrow.

I am sincerely afraid of what will happen to us, with these twisted who take care of the condemned and especially the insane trio of Stabia, Stellacunusa and Beata who, it seems, are the worst executioners that Rome has known.

No, I am really not reassured and expect the worst possible and imaginable abuse.

Provided the gods come to our aid.

(Loved it Piraland, thank you)
 

Fossy

Tribune
“I said get out you overweight Futuo.”

“But Fossius, you’ve got two, surely you can spare some for me?”

Thoroughly fed up with this fool’s constant nagging at me I stood and approached menacingly, the worn leather of the Gladius handle gripped tightly in my fist. This idiot, an administrator whose job it was to take bets on the fighting in the arena, shrunk away disappearing into the dingy, shadowy dark of the corridor.

“We need more than a curtain at the opening Fossius,” I turned and looked at Peonia who was standing behind the seated nubile shape of Carlotta, braiding her long mousy coloured hair.

“We’re lucky to have that in the shit-hole of a fortress building,” I replied, my tone reflecting how sick I was of the whole Gladiatorial life. I was a freeborn Roman, and had volunteered for gladiatorial combat following the accumulation of a huge personal debt. I fought with a short sword, the Gladius and a shield, they called me a ‘murmillo’. My success had won me the right to a personal space, this cement built set of rooms, in a block near the school in Capua, and the company of my two muses.

Carlotta was a Vestal when I saved her from the clutches of a lust hungry priest and took her from the college. Peonia I had known since our childhood days on the outskirts of the city. The two girls had become good friends and concubines to both one another and to me. It was this seemingly decadent style of life that caused the girls and I to be viewed with such deep suspicion. I had to fend of daily interruptions, mainly from jumped-up, overfed officials wishing to take a little of what I had for themselves, usually one or other of the girls.

I sunk back into my seat and picked up the half empty cup of red wine.

“You seem weary Fossius?” Peonia left her hair braiding duties to sit by my knees, Carlotta looked over at us and raised her eyebrows. I sighed again.

“Not weary, but I feel that we are close to danger.”

“Danger, really, and why should that be?” Carlotta now moved to me also and the two nubile females draped themselves across my body, which was naked, save for my loin cloth.

“Did you fight today Master?” Carlotta asked.

I shook my head, “Do you not think I would be cut and welted if I had girl?” Was my reply.

Peonia kissed my left shoulder while Carlotta attended to my right.

“Loxurus fought like a demon though, naked too, his cock and balls risking the blade at every turn and flourish!”

The girl’s giggled.

“But then he was arrested, along with Malina.”

“Arrested?”

“With Malina?” The girls repeated my words between them.

I nodded, “And so I have to warn you that you must not reveal anything of what you know, not one word, do you hear me? Just a single whisper could lead to us being arrested too. We need to think on how we might help Lox and Malina, and we can’t do that if we too are naked and chained.”

I had been taken into the dangerous confidence of my great friend Lox, and had shared some of what I knew with my muses, which now placed both them and myself in potential danger.

“Loxurus and Malina will be stripped and bound in the dungeons of Tiberius, and no doubt the body of poor Malina has already been defiled by those bastards.”

I heard Peonia gasp, but then her words of comfort soothed me. “Do not fear Fossius, neither I nor Carlotta will breathe a word about anything to anyone. Now you can relax … close your eyes … and just enjoy us!”

I smirked as the delicate hands of Carlotta dipped inside my loin cloth and took out my already erect cock, but it was Peonia’s warm mouth engulfing the swollen and dripping head that pacified me the most.
 

Heineudo

Magistrate
I know that it is my job to bring the convicts to the torture chambers so that my superiors can pursue their sadistic tendencies. That’s okay and it’s well paid. But what this Tiberius did with Loxurus is clearly going too far. After all, we gladiators are professional athletes and not criminals sentenced to death who can be slaughtered in the arena. But first I have to hide such thoughts from everyone, otherwise I will end up in the torture chamber very quickly. And I wouldn't even wish my worst enemy to fall into the hands of these sadistic women.
 

Fossy

Tribune
CARLOTTA’S PERSPECTIVE
@Peony


That night the sex was raw, sweet and very savage …

It was clear that Fossius had a lot to consume his thoughts, to be honest Peonia and I did too. We knew only too well what would happen to us if we were arrested. Neither my sister (I called her this even though we were not related by blood) nor I knew exactly what was being plotted, I didn’t know how much Fossius himself knew, but we were very aware that it involved a coup of some sort against the Emperor.

Being arrested in connection with this would mean being chained, stripped, humiliated and most probably made to suffer a horrible death. It was these thoughts that we all took to bed with us this night.

I knew that Fossius needed a serious distraction when, naked as always, the three of us slipped under the thin sheet and he bade me turn away from him.

“Hold Carlotta,” he instructed Peonia, “And look into her eyes.”

I loved my sister and it was all I could do not to kiss her as she held my gaze, but I knew from his tone that was not what Fossius wanted. His open palm appeared between our heads.

“Spit into my hand,” he ordered. I knew then that I was to be sodomised.

We duly obliged and in seconds I felt his invasive touch across my bottom, pushing in between my cheeks, parting them, lubricating my hole with saliva.

“Stroke her face,” he issued his next order to Peonia. She did as he asked and it was the most soothing touch, one that was sorely needed to pacify me as a strong hand held my hip and Fossius forced his cock, hard and long, swollen and thick, into my bottom.

“Ngghhhhhh!” I grunted. He had taken me this way in the past, but somehow tonight it felt more brutal than ever before, yet I dare not dissent.

“Look at me Carlotta,” Peonia’s voice was soft and gentle as my body was unnaturally penetrated and the cock pushed hard, thrusting deep into my bottom. I groaned as he fucked me. Fossius said no more words as he took me hard and without care or thought to any pleasure that I too might need.

That was until he whispered “Finger her,” to my sister. And she did. Oh, how Peonia touched me. Every thrust into my totally filled rear pushed me into my sister’s hand and forced her fingers deeper inside my pussy.

Whether Fossius had deliberately controlled his ecstasy or not I couldn’t say, but he held his own climax back until my body trembled, and then he released his seed deep inside my bowels as I simultaneously coated Peonia’s digits with copious amounts of my own sexual juices.

At that point we could have collapsed with sated happiness, well Fossius and myself could have, but there was more to be done.

“Eat her,” was the next instruction, and I felt my head taken by my freshly braided hair and pushed to Peonia’s thighs.

As she opened wide for me, and I sucked and licked her towards an orgasm, I heard my sister gag and knew then that she was being forced to clean the putrid secretions from my bottom away from the softening shaft with her mouth and tongue.

Fossius was our friend, our lover but most of all he was our Master, and we loved him.
 
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Loxuru

Graf von Kreuzigung
I know that it is my job to bring the convicts to the torture chambers so that my superiors can pursue their sadistic tendencies. That’s okay and it’s well paid. But what this Tiberius did with Loxurus is clearly going too far. After all, we gladiators are professional athletes and not criminals sentenced to death who can be slaughtered in the arena. But first I have to hide such thoughts from everyone, otherwise I will end up in the torture chamber very quickly. And I wouldn't even wish my worst enemy to fall into the hands of these sadistic women.
Tiberius lives in his own world, in his own truth! He organises such cruel entertainment games for the plebeians, and their cheers on the killings are for him a confirmation that he is doing well, and that Rome is doing well under his rule! He has no longer contact with reality, and telling him things he does like to hear, he considers as treason or a conspiracy.
 

Vindex

Magistrate
Little by little, the crowd began to leave the stands, satisfied with the beautiful spectacle offered by the emperor. Bread and games, games and blood, and here are the good people satisfied and grateful to the cruel Tiberius.
The slaves carrying the imperial litter take up their positions at the foot of the lodge, a reinforced guard takes up position to escort the convoy. While descending the stairs, Tiberius turns towards Macron, his face less dull than when he arrived.

"Macron, I'm going to give you my last instructions for this day which, it must be said, has exhausted me. You will immediately find Stabia, my chief executioner. I want a quick result. I think we have some of the thinking heads of the conspiracy, but not the most important ones; that's my opinion. You will act in good order.
Loxurus and Malina will be <questioned> first. You will order that this gladiator be tortured before her; perhaps when you see his love in suffering his tongue will loosen a little more. If this is not conclusive, Stabia and her assistants will have to do the same with her lover.
I won't be satisfied with a few confessions, I want more. The second ones to make speak will be this senator who hates me and his two slaves. I want them to do the same because this man is too close and too kind to his slaves; a slave is nothing and should always be treated as such!
You will also warn the executioners, I want to make it clear! Under no circumstances should the conspirators give up their souls, nor be too damaged, in a torture chamber. The executioners will have a final opportunity to lead them to death after the torments I will reserve for them in the arena. Have I made myself clear, Macron?"

Macron nodded. He was about to turn his heels when Tiberius called him back: "Three or four more details, Macron. One, I am doubling the pay of the Praetorians for the coming month. Two, you will give a purse of 1000 sesterces to the waitress at the tavern where Loxurus spent the evening with his Malina. Their little confidences did not fall on deaf ears and this deserves a reward. Three, you will make sure that Soutmanus joins the team of guards and executioners. Fourth and last, find two scribes in your guard, they will attend the interrogations and you will make sure that the details of their confessions reach me quickly. I said, execution! So be it! "
 

Fossy

Tribune
Little by little, the crowd began to leave the stands, satisfied with the beautiful spectacle offered by the emperor. Bread and games, games and blood, and here are the good people satisfied and grateful to the cruel Tiberius.
The slaves carrying the imperial litter take up their positions at the foot of the lodge, a reinforced guard takes up position to escort the convoy. While descending the stairs, Tiberius turns towards Macron, his face less dull than when he arrived.

"Macron, I'm going to give you my last instructions for this day which, it must be said, has exhausted me. You will immediately find Stabia, my chief executioner. I want a quick result. I think we have some of the thinking heads of the conspiracy, but not the most important ones; that's my opinion. You will act in good order.
Loxurus and Malina will be <questioned> first. You will order that this gladiator be tortured before her; perhaps when you see his love in suffering his tongue will loosen a little more. If this is not conclusive, Stabia and her assistants will have to do the same with her lover.
I won't be satisfied with a few confessions, I want more. The second ones to make speak will be this senator who hates me and his two slaves. I want them to do the same because this man is too close and too kind to his slaves; a slave is nothing and should always be treated as such!
You will also warn the executioners, I want to make it clear! Under no circumstances should the conspirators give up their souls, nor be too damaged, in a torture chamber. The executioners will have a final opportunity to lead them to death after the torments I will reserve for them in the arena. Have I made myself clear, Macron?"

Macron nodded. He was about to turn his heels when Tiberius called him back: "Three or four more details, Macron. One, I am doubling the pay of the Praetorians for the coming month. Two, you will give a purse of 1000 sesterces to the waitress at the tavern where Loxurus spent the evening with his Malina. Their little confidences did not fall on deaf ears and this deserves a reward. Three, you will make sure that Soutmanus joins the team of guards and executioners. Fourth and last, find two scribes in your guard, they will attend the interrogations and you will make sure that the details of their confessions reach me quickly. I said, execution! So be it! "
The jeopardy deepens and the net widens ...
 

piraland

Tribune
How time passes slowly when we are like us chained naked in this infamous dungeon!

We are all lost in our thoughts side by side, and if we are unfortunate enough to try to talk to each other, a guard comes up with a threatening whip in his hand and forces us to be silent.

We have already met Vonsadius who is part of the terrible team of Stabia and that does not reassure us!

He has already forced Malina's mouth and raped Cathia!

I'm terribly afraid to see the rest of the team arrive and especially this vicious and very cruel slut Stabia!

Although quite distant from Loxurus, I tried to ask him what he thought of the situation, but he is no more optimistic than I am!

Right next to me, Nicole, my faithful slave, is curled up on herself!
I blame myself for having dragged her with me, I had decided to free her and marry her and, instead of that, she finds herself like me and like the others in the antechamber of death .

Cathia and Malina seem to have recovered from the rape they suffered and instead seem to be wondering what will happen to them and if the deceitful Macron is going to limit himself to the current prisoners.

Fatslavia and Roberta, despite the ban, can't stop talking together!

I'm too far away to hear what they are saying but I can imagine their concern.

Loxurus, who knows the place having been punished here throughout his gladiatorial career, looks very worried!
He knows the gang of Stabia and her methods of getting people to tell her their stories!
She would make anyone say anything!
He knows himself, he is a force of nature but doubts the capacity of some to resist torture and pain.

We may soon know more because Vonsadius is back in the company of Stellacumusa the right arm of Stabia and Heineudus, a former gladiator, former friend of Loxurus, now a torturer!

It is towards Loxurus that they are heading directly.

I don't know if currently Stellacumusa wears the usual executioner outfit when torturing prisoners because at the moment she looks more like a whore than a torturer.

A gown with a single strap leaving one of her breasts visible and so short that her privacy is hardly hidden.

She would make the dick of a statue stand up and by the way does not leave Loxurus indifferent because his cock straightened as soon as she appeared!

She loves the effect she has on men but isn’t here for that and grabs Loxurus by the balls and cruelly twists them while giving a hard slap on his erect cock!

Loxurus' howl is followed directly by Stellacumusa's shrill voice announcing that this is just a sample and that, as soon as Stabia will be here, things can finally begin.

So this bitch of Stabia is going to take care of us!

The next few hours are going to be very difficult for all of us.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
What happened this day in the arena has left me, as the a leader of the movement against Tiberius, deeply shaken. So many arrests!!! How? My carefully orchestrated revolution unraveling before my very eyes. My friends and co-conspirators sent to the dreaded dungeons! How long before they talk? How long before the circle of arrests widen? How long before they come for me? What to do?

I retreat from the arena to the relative safety of my villa. I’ll be safe for awhile. My high standing among those who count in Roman society will count for something. They will think twice. But should I flee Capua? And to where?

Macron is behind this! Perhaps those of us who remain in this cause should attempt to assissinate him. Fight terror with terror? But how? We dare not meet, and I do not truly know who has not yet been compromised.

Malian was the bravest of the bravest. She die what she thought was right. Would I have done the same? Possibly not, but she cannot be blamed. Our security was too lax. Macron knew. And now a fearful price will be paid by far too many.


I despair. I need time. Time to think.
 
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