CARLOTTA’S PERSPECTIVE
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I was still gasping for breath when the gag was shoved in my mouth and my wrists chained behind me. A heavy dark cloth bag was pulled over my head. Some sort of belt or strap was secured around my neck. It served two purposes: the bottom of the black hood was caught and held fast by it and there was a rope or leash attached to the front by which I could be pulled forward.
I was led up a flight of stone stairs, two of my assailants holding me by the elbows and the third pulling me forward by the leash. I was blind and dumb and all I could hear was the crazy beating of my heart. They had already raped me and beaten me, and the "they" were the vilest people on the face of the earth.
It came with an unexpected suddenness. The hood was torn from my head before I knew anyone was there. I was momentarily blinded by the light in the large room and could not open my eyes enough to see anything for ten or twenty seconds. In that time the collar had been removed from around my neck and the gag pulled from my mouth. I was naked.
“Oh my God, please help us …” I gasped, and I meant every word literally. For in the room were several rows of tall white columns, and between each pair that was in my circle of vision I could see Roman Citizens naked, chained and beaten.
“Carlotta!” The voice was that of my Master. I looked in his direction and sobbed out loud at the pitifully sight this once great Gladiator presented. Hanging in the chains, legs and arms spread wide, and his penis … oh my … it was hard, but stained and swollen and the ridges underneath looked like the vile bastards had put something inside him. I felt sick.
“Sister!” I turned in the other direction to see that Peonia, my beautiful girl, was chained naked in a similar manner. Her body stained with juices and marked with bruises.
Before I could find the words to respond to either I was punched in the stomach and fell to my knees.
Standing over me was the bitch Stabia, the sadistic chief of Tiberius’s executioners.
“Welcome Carlotta, there is always room for another whore to add to our collection. I looked over her shoulder, beyond my Master and Sister to see others chained and stripped of their clothing. Vindexus, MariaLexia and young, innocent MariaCross … Barbaria and Eulalia all naked and bound, their limbs spread. And then my eyes rested upon the horrors that had already been inflicted upon Piralandus, Nicole and Cathia whose bodies were torn apart from the extreme scourging they had received. They simply hung in an unnatural stillness, their bodies twitching involuntarily. I noticed how glistening and wet Nicole’s thighs were … and how Cathia’s nipple hung, freed from her body, bound by nothing more than a tenuous thread of thin flesh.
“Oh no, oh my God, no!” I cried when I saw the poor girl Roberta, hung horrifically from the ceiling by her purple and swollen breasts.
And, now they had brought me to join them … but it seemed like Stabia hadn’t finished softening me up yet!
She held her arm out to me.
The something she showed me was long and sharp at the end, shaped like pyramid. An elongated iron formation Stabia explained, and then demonstrated, that by opening my thighs and pushing the metal shape inside me, they could pour whatever horrible liquids into my body through the evil shape’s hollowed out design and the small hole in the end.
I groaned, but she went onto explain that with it being iron the hotter the liquids the warmer the device got, and they would torture me that way too!
I cried out!
"And you know where this is going, don’t you whore?" she asked coyly, moving her eyes from mine, down to my groin and then back to my face.
"NO!" I screamed. "Please!"
She spread a jelly on the iron pyramid and then moved to where she could reach between my thighs. With my back flat on the floor and my legs widely spread my sex was an inviting target. Tightened grips held me down, and although I pulled against my captors with all my strength, it was useless. Still, I fought to close my thighs; there was a part of my brain that refused to accept the fact I was totally helpless and at the mercy of my enemy who wanted to hurt me in the most obscene way possible.
The cold slick tip touched my perineum, teasing me, adding to this diabolical torture, and I braced myself for the atrocity that was seconds away. But to my astonishment the instrument of my torment slid downward and pressed against my anus. My surprise, and brief moment of relief, must have been obvious, because Stabia laughed and said, "Don't worry, we'll get to your pussy shortly," before starting to steadily push the pyramid into my bowels.
I screamed. The pain was excruciating. "That’s it, whore, scream for us. Beg, Carlotta you bitch, like you’ve never begged before!”
In the recesses of my mind I could hear the cries from my Master and my Sister.
"Stop!" I yelled. "It won't fit! It won't fit!"
"Oh, but I think it will," and she slowly pushed the pyramid further into my bottom.
I had never felt such pain in my life. And it didn't subside. The pyramid became a part of me. It filled me. It felt like it was alive and throbbing inside me. I was panting for breath, my head rolling from side to side.
"Take it out," I begged. "Take it out. I'll tell you everything."
She said nothing, just simply laughed and grinned, before leaning over my face and expelling a large, thick globule of her disgusting saliva fall onto my cheek.
How far she pushed the device I did not know.
"You're…a…monster," I managed to gasp, "You're…not…human."
"Oh, not human huh? Perhaps that deserves an extra inch."
"Nooooooo!" I shrieked. "Nooooooo! Don't! I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry."
"Then beg. Beg me for all you're worth even though it will do no good."
So of course, I begged and pleaded and cried. And of course, it did no good.
When I could no longer scream or beg or cry or even whimper; when the only thing coming out of my mouth was drool, she stopped pushing and stood before me. Turning to the guards standing around her, she smirked.
“Bring the boiling water.” We will put that inside her first and then you can soothe her with your piss …”
My cries and their laughter mixed into a grotesque cacophony as the boiling pot was brought forth!
