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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)
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)