Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
FOSSIUS' PERSPECTIVE
(In the cells within the bowels of the amphitheatre the evening before the planned Arena Feast)
@Heineudo @Peony @wildsouthman @mp5stab
I was a toughened Gladiator, a fighter not prone to shows of emotion, but when they dragged Carlotta away, her limp, unconscious body leaving a snail-like trail of blood and bodily secretions behind along the tiled floor, her insides boiled and opened, I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks.
Then we were all taken away to a larger holding cell, where the three of us could be secured together.
When Peonia and I where bundled forth into the darkened room, Carlotta was already strung up in chains, her naked, abused body brought back to life in some, no doubt heinous, way. She was shivering and whimpering and I heard Peonia sob upon seeing her sister like this.
But we had no time for grief as we two were also strung up in chains, me facing my two muses. My cock remained achingly erect, the shaft still numbed from its abuse and overuse along with the small stones stitched inside the rigid length.
We did not have long to wait for Stabia to reappear, and this time she was accompanied by two of her most vicious henchmen, Soutmanus and Heineudus.
She approached me with a sadistic smirk playing on her lips. “So, we get to meet again Fossius, and I have to say that the pleasure is all mine … and the pain will be all yours. Ha ha ha!” She threw her head back and laughed a maniacal laugh.”
There was a pause in her words as she walked slowly around me, fingering my body, touching me, dragging a nail along the stitched seam of my torn cock.
“We have just left your colleague Vindexus and his girls, and they were soooo much fun. And so now we get to play games with you too, Fossius, you and your bitch muses, or whatever it is that you call them.”
Stabia turned to look upon the girls who were being forced to look towards us due to their hair being gripped and their heads pulled upwards by the henchmen.
“So, first we do this …” I looked down at my groin as this monstrous torturer wound three small leather thongs around my shaft, pulling them tight, and then added a fourth around the base of my cock at the point where my ball sac opened out. This too was pulled tight. Suddenly I had sensation back in my penis now that the blood-flow was being dammed, blocked and controlled both by the tight thongs and the stones … and it was agony.
“Mmmmm that looks so enticing,” Stabia mocked falling to her knees.
“Now I get to suck on it Fossius, and until I make you cum, your whores will be scourged by my two lovely boys.”
“What! Wait, no, no, no, nooooooo!” I could not stand this. She was sucking my cock and I was going to have to ejaculate for her before the scourging of Carlotta and Peonia would cease! My shaft was so bound up and the seed passages blocked, that my climax could take an age, if it ever came at all!
“Begin!” Was her final word before closing her mouth over my very swollen cock-head.
Heineudus held out his scourge, showing Peonia the dreadful hooks, barbs and bone shards that would cause her so much pain and tear her body to shreds. My muse slowly closed her eyes, trembling. The hair which hung in front of her face dripped with sweat.
"Let's see how much you can take before Soutmanus gets to flog your sister." Heineudus grinned at her, his blood lust unmistakeable.
Stabia was slowly working her lips along my shaft. I was hard, I could feel her presence and I prayed that my release would come soon.
Peonia gazed ahead, waiting for the first lash … her pitiful eyes locked upon my own. Heineudus raised the vicious instrument, and with a swift flourish of his arm swept the ugly strands across the upper back and shoulder blades of poor Peonia.
From the short distance between us, I witnessed my muse arc her body away from the dreadful impact as the metal and bone brushed through her skin. Her cry, full of shock and pain, was audible for all, and excited the two men whose lustful thirst was being quenched by the blood and sweat of torturing these beautiful young women.
Almost immediately blood rose from the ugly lacerations that streaked over Peonia’s shoulders and into my view. After a few seconds, my brave muse regained some of her composure. The fresh wounds dripped with dark red, as she, with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, raised her head to look upon her sister, and with renewed tenacity reinforced her stoically held stance.
I heard the second lash swipe through the air. Peonia tensed her body as the scourge landed with a thud from the opposite side. The sharp shards of torture pierced her skin in the small of her back and right hip. Heineudus left the strands hugging Peonia’s body, before, and with a vigorous tug, he ripped the scourge through her. She cried out, saliva stringing from her open mouth as the blood began to weave its journey down her slender thighs. He yelled his satisfaction and raised his fist to indicate that Soutmanus should begin to flog the barely conscious Carlotta.
Meanwhile Stabia was sucking at my cock as if she was feeding on me, her fingers working my shaft while her tongue flicked at the underside where the stones were. But any sensation I felt remained in the pit of my stomach, forcing me to prolong the barbarous flogging of my poor muses with these appalling instruments of torture.
The first blow for Carlotta came within an instant of Heineudus instruction. The barbs and hooks slammed into her flank, licking around her body, inviting fresh blood to come forth from muscle stripped of skin as Soutmanus tore away the odious lash. Carlotta arched, thrusting her breasts forward, emitting guttural cries of anguish; shaking hands desperately clinging to the chains that secured her. Another lash sliced into her back and flicked around to her breasts, slicing her open and Carlotta fell to one side hanging from her wrists …
I closed my eyes, partly to block out the horrors unfolding before me but equally to focus on the attentions Stabia was giving to my body in the hope that I could coax forward the required seed.
… I did … eventually … but by the time my bound cock finally gave way to the Stabia’s ministrations, and the pressure that had built exploded in jets of thick, white semen, my muses were beaten, bloody and hanging onto life by nothing more than a thread.
As Stabia and her monstrous made to leave our cell, I raised my head. “Please … just Crucify us and get it over with. The girls are …”
Stabia turned back and laughed with a sardonic undertone. “The girls will be prettied up as best we can and they will serve as food for the eyes, while you fight naked in the arena for our entertainment … all that is to come tomorrow before any final execution you traitorous bastard …”
And with that we were left to hang alone in this small stone hole of hell …
(In the cells within the bowels of the amphitheatre the evening before the planned Arena Feast)
@Heineudo @Peony @wildsouthman @mp5stab
I was a toughened Gladiator, a fighter not prone to shows of emotion, but when they dragged Carlotta away, her limp, unconscious body leaving a snail-like trail of blood and bodily secretions behind along the tiled floor, her insides boiled and opened, I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks.
Then we were all taken away to a larger holding cell, where the three of us could be secured together.
When Peonia and I where bundled forth into the darkened room, Carlotta was already strung up in chains, her naked, abused body brought back to life in some, no doubt heinous, way. She was shivering and whimpering and I heard Peonia sob upon seeing her sister like this.
But we had no time for grief as we two were also strung up in chains, me facing my two muses. My cock remained achingly erect, the shaft still numbed from its abuse and overuse along with the small stones stitched inside the rigid length.
We did not have long to wait for Stabia to reappear, and this time she was accompanied by two of her most vicious henchmen, Soutmanus and Heineudus.
She approached me with a sadistic smirk playing on her lips. “So, we get to meet again Fossius, and I have to say that the pleasure is all mine … and the pain will be all yours. Ha ha ha!” She threw her head back and laughed a maniacal laugh.”
There was a pause in her words as she walked slowly around me, fingering my body, touching me, dragging a nail along the stitched seam of my torn cock.
“We have just left your colleague Vindexus and his girls, and they were soooo much fun. And so now we get to play games with you too, Fossius, you and your bitch muses, or whatever it is that you call them.”
Stabia turned to look upon the girls who were being forced to look towards us due to their hair being gripped and their heads pulled upwards by the henchmen.
“So, first we do this …” I looked down at my groin as this monstrous torturer wound three small leather thongs around my shaft, pulling them tight, and then added a fourth around the base of my cock at the point where my ball sac opened out. This too was pulled tight. Suddenly I had sensation back in my penis now that the blood-flow was being dammed, blocked and controlled both by the tight thongs and the stones … and it was agony.
“Mmmmm that looks so enticing,” Stabia mocked falling to her knees.
“Now I get to suck on it Fossius, and until I make you cum, your whores will be scourged by my two lovely boys.”
“What! Wait, no, no, no, nooooooo!” I could not stand this. She was sucking my cock and I was going to have to ejaculate for her before the scourging of Carlotta and Peonia would cease! My shaft was so bound up and the seed passages blocked, that my climax could take an age, if it ever came at all!
“Begin!” Was her final word before closing her mouth over my very swollen cock-head.
Heineudus held out his scourge, showing Peonia the dreadful hooks, barbs and bone shards that would cause her so much pain and tear her body to shreds. My muse slowly closed her eyes, trembling. The hair which hung in front of her face dripped with sweat.
"Let's see how much you can take before Soutmanus gets to flog your sister." Heineudus grinned at her, his blood lust unmistakeable.
Stabia was slowly working her lips along my shaft. I was hard, I could feel her presence and I prayed that my release would come soon.
Peonia gazed ahead, waiting for the first lash … her pitiful eyes locked upon my own. Heineudus raised the vicious instrument, and with a swift flourish of his arm swept the ugly strands across the upper back and shoulder blades of poor Peonia.
From the short distance between us, I witnessed my muse arc her body away from the dreadful impact as the metal and bone brushed through her skin. Her cry, full of shock and pain, was audible for all, and excited the two men whose lustful thirst was being quenched by the blood and sweat of torturing these beautiful young women.
Almost immediately blood rose from the ugly lacerations that streaked over Peonia’s shoulders and into my view. After a few seconds, my brave muse regained some of her composure. The fresh wounds dripped with dark red, as she, with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, raised her head to look upon her sister, and with renewed tenacity reinforced her stoically held stance.
I heard the second lash swipe through the air. Peonia tensed her body as the scourge landed with a thud from the opposite side. The sharp shards of torture pierced her skin in the small of her back and right hip. Heineudus left the strands hugging Peonia’s body, before, and with a vigorous tug, he ripped the scourge through her. She cried out, saliva stringing from her open mouth as the blood began to weave its journey down her slender thighs. He yelled his satisfaction and raised his fist to indicate that Soutmanus should begin to flog the barely conscious Carlotta.
Meanwhile Stabia was sucking at my cock as if she was feeding on me, her fingers working my shaft while her tongue flicked at the underside where the stones were. But any sensation I felt remained in the pit of my stomach, forcing me to prolong the barbarous flogging of my poor muses with these appalling instruments of torture.
The first blow for Carlotta came within an instant of Heineudus instruction. The barbs and hooks slammed into her flank, licking around her body, inviting fresh blood to come forth from muscle stripped of skin as Soutmanus tore away the odious lash. Carlotta arched, thrusting her breasts forward, emitting guttural cries of anguish; shaking hands desperately clinging to the chains that secured her. Another lash sliced into her back and flicked around to her breasts, slicing her open and Carlotta fell to one side hanging from her wrists …
I closed my eyes, partly to block out the horrors unfolding before me but equally to focus on the attentions Stabia was giving to my body in the hope that I could coax forward the required seed.
… I did … eventually … but by the time my bound cock finally gave way to the Stabia’s ministrations, and the pressure that had built exploded in jets of thick, white semen, my muses were beaten, bloody and hanging onto life by nothing more than a thread.
As Stabia and her monstrous made to leave our cell, I raised my head. “Please … just Crucify us and get it over with. The girls are …”
Stabia turned back and laughed with a sardonic undertone. “The girls will be prettied up as best we can and they will serve as food for the eyes, while you fight naked in the arena for our entertainment … all that is to come tomorrow before any final execution you traitorous bastard …”
And with that we were left to hang alone in this small stone hole of hell …
