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This is my first story to be posted to Usenet so any comments and 
suggestions are welcome. This is a Prelude to a long story I've had in 
my head for a while. If you would like to see this expanded a lot more, 
feel free to email me (if you can decode my fiendish spam dodging code) 
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Prelude to the Coliseum
by Doku
Email asstr_doku beallupat fastmail diddlydot net

As the starlight shown down on the white walls of the immaculate 
Coliseum, the Faithful anxiously waited in their cells. Kneeling 
peacefully on the hard stone floors of their small homes, over two 
thousand young women breathed quietly with closed eyes, all awaiting 
judgment. Each room was exactly uniform, one single bed, one toilet, one 
sink, one light from the ceiling, one shower head above a drain in the 
floor, one small shelf, and twelve vertical six inch vertical slots in 
the top of the back wall that vented warm air into their cells. Each 
surface was made entirely of the same white rock with which the Coliseum 
was constructed. The arched entrances to their rooms had been barred up 
with steel doors to keep the Faithful in their cells.

Julie was of the Faith and meditated quietly in her cell to prepare for 
the Ordeal. She had removed of almost all adornments other than the 
locked intricately carved pewter and steel collar that was locked to her 
neck. On the front of the collar, a shiny metallic plate read:

JULIE
CLASS II
NUN REGINA

Of course, Julie wasn't the name she was given when she was born, but, 
like the others, she had come to accept it just as she had accepted her 
Faith. Julie's body was clean and pure from her fingernails to the soles 
of her feet. Kneeling with knees tightly pressed together and palms up 
on her thighs, she concentrated sternly on controlling the speed and 
depth of her breathing. Regardless of her breathing, the faint moans she 
heard from below caused her heart beat rapidly. The growing heat in her 
crotch was only getting maddeningly worse. Her breasts rose and fell 
with timed precision while their rosy nipples stood hard and erect. Her 
rank in the Faith allowed only one ring in her flesh during the Ordeal 
and she had chosen her right nipple. Now that nipple squeezed the steel 
ring that ran through it causing a wave of intense pleasure through her 
body. On Julie's shelf rested the remainder of her body jewelry which 
would have to be re-inserted after the Ordeal. After a day of fasting, 
any more sensations to her flesh and her silence would have been 
impossible to maintain. Even with these precautions set forth by her 
Overseer, the damp warmth in her thighs began to rage out of control. 
Her restraint was beginning to fade.

On the floor of the Coliseum, twenty black clothed Nuns in stood in a 
large circle around the center of the arena. They stood with their robes 
gently touching the floor and their hoods obscuring their faces from 
view. Each anonymous figure waited silently while holding a five foot 
tall unlit torch in their black gloved hand. Intently, each listened for 
any sound from Faithful which might disturb the ritual. So far, none had 
been careless in their preparations. The Nuns encircled a deep pool of 
clear liquid separated the main floor from the island in the center. 
Each Nun was positioned uniformly apart on the edge of this moat and 
silently looked towards the center; where the Alcmene lay in solitude.

The Alcmene's Island was like the Faithful's cells as in it was 
comprised mostly of a solid white rock; however, it also contained a few 
luxuries to which only the Alcmene was privileged. The large wooden 
chest stood on the western side of the island next to a wooden vanity 
with a mirror. Scattered loosely about the vanity were various 
necklaces, body jewelry, and rings that had with silver chains or jewels 
dangling from them. The wooden chest was closed and locked, but its 
contents were all various sexual devices designed to prepare the Alcmene 
for her trials. Littered around the island there were many small wicker 
baskets of filled with gifts such as fruit and lotion. The contents of 
each basket were half used and tossed aside. Dominating the center of 
her circular island, the Alcmene lay on a large stone slab that extended 
out of the floor about two feet. The slab was a perfect square of ten 
feet and served as the focal point of her island. All around the outside 
edges of her bed there were beautifully carved rings of stone.

The Alcmene lay on her stone bed naked but beautifully adorned with 
jewelry befitting her status. She lay with her head off the edge of the 
slab looking out into the Coliseum with her long blonde hair falling to 
the floor of her Island. Her ears were studded with dark red jewels and 
dangling bits of silver. Around her neck there were three silver 
necklaces that were of various lengths, the longest extending down 
between her breasts. On the rings in her pierced nipples, silver tassels 
ended dangled with crescent moon pendants on their ends. Down her flat 
stomach and arched back small beads of sweat were becoming apparent as a 
result of her preparations. Her pierced belly button quivered with its 
red ruby cut rose blossom jewel inside it. Below, her hands were busy 
working her bare crotch. The two first fingers of her right hand spread 
apart her lips using the silver rings that hung from them. Her clit, 
slowly being teased by her left hand, was swollen against the stud in 
her hood. Her legs, right one bent and raised and the other spread out 
quivered in excitement from her the gentle teasing. The quiet moans 
escaping her lips were the only sound to be heard.

Suddenly, a gong was sounded from the gates leading into the Coliseum. 
This was the first signal and ensured that the Ordeal would indeed 
happen tonight and would begin soon. In unison, each of the faithful 
opened their eyes and slowly spread their knees until they were as wide 
apart as possible. Julie's moist lips quivered as she did so and the 
heat in her breasts began to rage. Her nipple was screaming to be 
pinched or sucked or whipped or a million other things, but she 
obediently kept her hands palm up on her thighs until her legs were 
spread completely. At the same time, each of the black clothed Nuns lit 
their torches on the floor of the arena. The yellow flames licked the 
white walls and as the torches lit up to full brightness, the Alcmene 
became fully illuminated. As the light began to shine on her, she smiled 
a pearly white smile to herself and the Nuns who watched her. Once the 
torches were burning strongly, the Nuns placed the metal shaft of each 
torch in the recessed holes in the floor near the pool. The Alcmene 
licked her lips in satisfaction of the coming, her steel tongue stud 
flashing in the light.

As the gong sounded again, the Nuns quietly retreated to the dark 
recesses of the first level of the Coliseum and climbed the various 
stairwells to oversee their group of the Faithful. Meanwhile, Julie's 
hands were slowly moving to her swollen clit in the pace taught to her 
by her Nun. Julie knew that if she followed the teachings she would not 
cum until the chosen time. Still, her fear was mounting that she was not 
prepared enough to withstand the fire in her body. As her left hand 
reached her pussy, she slowly spread her lips apart and exposed her 
throbbing clit to the index finger of her right hand. Carefully in slow 
circles she began her silent masturbation. Her face showed no emotions 
and only quietly looked straight ahead at the dancing light on the white 
walls opposite her cell. The moaning of the Alcmene rose in pitch and 
loudness as she furiously began to work her clit against the steel ball 
in her piercing. Same as the Faithful, she was not allowed to finish, 
but her will was strong. Frantically she gripped the edge of the stone 
slab on which she lay and squeezed her eyes shut tightly as increased 
the pressure on her tingling nub.

After a short time, all the Nuns including the twenty on the floor were 
in their proper position to oversee their section of the Faithful. As 
Julie and the others teased their clits in a rhythmic motion, the Nuns 
silently ensured that their worshiping stools were prepared. The stools 
were made entirely of metal and stood in front of each cell on the very 
edge of the walkway that encircled the arena. As the Nuns passed each 
stool, they ensured that each one was lubricated with a clear jelly that 
would allow the Faithful to assume the proper position. The stools 
themselves were low to the ground and were meant to be straddled by the 
Faithful. The front of the stool was a ramp that extended down at an 
angle to the very edge of the walkway and ended with a curved lip. On 
each stool in the center of this lip was a metal phallus that was hand 
crafted with veins on the side and a realistically shaped head. As 
Julie's Overseer, Nun Regina, passed her cell and inspected her stool, 
she studied Julie's phallus for worshiping during this Ordeal. 
Carefully, she twisted and removed the eight inch long metal dong and 
replaced it with another in her robes that was thicker, but the same 
length. Julie watched this with much dismay as she had only trained with 
the previous class of phallus, but remained absolutely silent in order 
to avoid punishment. As Nun Regina began to apply the clear gel to the 
large metal phallus in slow jerking motions, she glanced back at Julie. 
Julie only caught a flash of her torturer's face behind the hood, but 
her toothy grin showed it all. Julie was being challenged and would have 
to prove her Faith tonight. This realization sent shockwaves of pleasure 
down her body and she felt her clit quiver under her teasing finger. 
Even this close to cumming, Julie never missed a beat and continued her 
slow, teasing motions as her juices began to leak down her thigh.

Finally, the gong sounded again and each cell door opened quietly in 
front of the Faithful. Julie, still rubbing her clit with her right 
hand, moved her left arm in front of her and slowly began her crawl to 
her position to worship. The method by which Julie and the rest were 
meant to crawl was to stretch their bodies as far as she could with her 
forearm and crawl her knees up until her back was bowed up. Her face, 
planted in the skin of her forearm, looked left at her next cell 
neighbor Angela who wore both her nipple rings and two pussy lip 
piercings. Angela was rubbing her clit hard with her right hand and 
resting her head on her left arm so she could look directly at Julie's 
eyes. This scene was repeated all over as the Faithful showed their need 
to their neighbor. Angela was certainly no exception as she looked as if 
she was struggling hard not to cum right there, but Julie knew that was 
how they all were and how all the Faithful were meant to be. Angela's 
eyes were full of need and Julie wanted to take her right there as she 
had so many times in the past. She was only two feet from her and Julie 
could smell her juices so strongly that her mouth watered. Julie began 
to lick her lips slowly as Angela looked on with blazing eyes. This 
suggestive show continued until they reached their worshiping stools and 
mounted them. Now sitting with their legs spread wide, Julie, like the 
others spread their lips and continued to torture their unsatisfied 
clits. Below, they all looked upon the Alcmene for strength.

The Alcmene had slid down the stone bed somewhat so that her face 
pointed upwards. The fiery torches lip up her face so all could see her 
need. The Alcmene at this point was now furiously working her clit and 
the result of this was apparent to all the Faithful. As Julie looked 
down on her, the Alcmene's body rocked up and down as she squeezed her 
nipples tightly and flicked her clit harshly with her middle finger. 
Julie continued her masturbation at the same speed as she had been 
taught, spreading her pussy wide and showing the Alcmene her passion. 
Slowly but surely, the Alcmene peered into the eyes of many of the 
Faithful and took some of their need with her for her Ordeal. When her 
eyes came to rest on Julie, Julie quivered suddenly on her lubricated 
metal seat and almost fell forwards off the ledge. Regaining her 
balance, she noticed the Alcmene's eyes were still locked on her, and 
she was grinning. Julie looked back with a face of dismay, the look of 
someone who is desperate to cum, desperate to feel that explosion. The 
Alcmene taunted her with flicking motions of her pierced tongue and 
Julie shivered to think what that well trained tongue would feel like. 
Finally, the Alcmene's gaze continued around the row of the Faithful.

After what felt like an eternity to Julie, the gong finally sounded 
again. All the Faithful suddenly stopped rubbing their clits and felt 
now, more than ever, the powerful red hot urge to cum. Quietly Julie 
joined hands with the two girls sitting beside her and spread her legs 
and arms wide to show her body to the center of the Coliseum. There, on 
her Island, the Alcmene was suddenly very serious. She kneeled quietly 
with her head down and legs spread facing the south side of her island; 
the direction that lead towards the gate. Their waiting and wanting was 
almost over. As Julie's thoughts traveled back in time to the other 
times she had been here, she suddenly realized that she was quivering. 
Or was it Angela that was quivering? Or maybe it was Ellen, the girl on 
her right. It didn't matter. Now, all the Faithful were as one and all 
quivered on the edge of bliss as one. Julie glanced briefly at her new 
phallus for worship and boggled at the girth of it. She tried to prepare 
herself mentally for the strain, but suddenly, the gates boomed loudly 
as they began to open. All looked to the gates straining to see him.

The gates swung wide open and revealed an impossibly large beast of a 
man. He stood at least nine feet high and was as wide as the gates would 
allow. He was covered with coarse black wiry hair that was matted in 
blood and filth and his feet were caked in red mud. Under his deep brown 
tan skin, huge muscles rippled like waves in a violent ocean. His legs 
were like heavy brown tree trunks holding up a massive slab of stiff 
torso. Between them, his manhood hung heavy and large, a large steel 
stud on the head of his shaft flashing in the firelight. With his fiery 
red eyes he surveyed that all was as it should be. Satisfied, he stomped 
into the arena and slammed the gates with a loud crash, his growls 
filling the Coliseum with violence. Everyone from the Nuns to the 
Alcmene was now very tense. He had to achieve satisfaction tonight for 
he looks as if there was a fierce battle. Fear filled Julie's heart that 
she would not perform adequately to his standards, but this maddeningly 
only drove her closer to going over the edge. Angela was gripping her 
hand so tightly now, she knew all the Faithful were going to have to 
perform beyond their normal level. Julie couldn't ignore it anymore and 
allowed her mind to become lost in the desperate throbbing in her pussy. 
This was her meditation and her only hope at holding her passion inside 
herself till the right moment. She let her training take over.

The brute made his way to the center of the arena in large booming steps 
that splattered mud over the pristine white stone floor. As he 
approached the liquid around Alcmene's Island, he began to pick up 
speed. Suddenly, he leapt with a loud deep grunt through the air and 
landed on the south edge with a large meaty thud. The Alcmene was still 
and silent, kneeling now directly at his filthy feet. Suddenly enraged, 
he kicked one of the many wicker baskets into the pool and grabbed the 
Alcmene by her hair pulling her up to a standing position. As the basket 
boiled away in her acidic moat, he released her and sat down on the edge 
of the stone slab. The Alcmene, knowing her job, silently moved to the 
edge of her pool and returned with a sponge and shower head. Starting 
with his feet, the Alcmene quietly sprayed off the caked blood soaked 
mud with clean warm water and sponged his feet clean. Silently but 
efficiently she moved up his legs and washed away all of the trauma 
caused by the outside world. The matted hair began to perk up with life 
under her careful touch. By the time she was washing his chest, he began 
to appear as a different being. With each part of his body becoming 
clean and all the filth sliding down off her island and into the vicious 
clear fluid, he began to take on another persona. Now, as the Alcmene 
finished washing his long black hair and beard, his regal appearance was 
making it hard for Julie to sit still in her position of worship. She 
felt herself needing to slide forward on her phallus, needing to show 
him that she could take his girth one day.

Now entirely clean save his crotch, the Alcmene moved between his legs 
and very softly began to clean his immense member. He grunted in 
approval and began to survey the Faithful. He saw all of them trembling 
on the edge of their passions holding back in any way they could to 
watch the coming spectacle. He nodded his approval and turned his 
attentions to the Alcmene. She was slowly sponging his member from edge 
of his shaft to the tip. This, however, would not bring him erect. Once 
satisfied with his bath, he stood up regally and looked down on the 
kneeling and humble Alcmene. In all his glory, he stood not as a vicious 
Viking but as a regal king, wise and powerful. He reached down with his 
massive hand to the Alcmene and picked her up and held her to him. In 
their embrace, he dwarfed the Alcmene. Her face was buried in the lower 
part of his chest, her golden hair spilling out from his black chest 
hair. He then softly, but powerfully picked her up and placed her on her 
bed in a kneeling position. From this position, his massive cock was 
staring her back in the face, and she began to do as she was taught so 
many years ago.

Julie watched on as the Alcmene began to trace the head of his now clean 
shaft with laser like precision. Her tongue found the seam it wanted and 
worked it around. The huge man raised his hand as a signal while he 
watched the Alcmene work, and Julie's life became much harder. Angela 
and Julie released their grip and let their hands drift to each other's 
pussy. With careful timed motions, Julie and Angela spread each other's 
lips using their index and ring fingers and began to massage their clits 
with their middle fingers. Still gripping Ellen's hand tightly, the 
Faithful were still as one in their passion. Angela had always been an 
excellent lover for Julie, but tonight something was different. Her 
pussy bucked and rolled with her touches almost cumming at every flick 
of her finger. Julie was starting to lose control of herself and instead 
tried to concentrate hard on making Angela's pussy sing with sensation. 
Carefully she circled Angela's clit then flicked it three times followed 
by a vigorous rub. All over the Coliseum moans started to surface, 
including Julie's. Andrea now began to pant and moan with Julie's 
skilled attentions.

The Alcmene's fingers were buried hard against her clit as she began to 
lick the ever hardening shaft of his cock. Far too big to actually suck 
on, she kissed and sucked on various tender parts of it between tracing 
the large steel piercing that rested on top of the head. With red hot 
eyes the hulking man scanned the proceedings to be sure that each of the 
Faithful was desperately clinging to their sanity. His eyes locked on 
Julie's for a brief instant and her hand slipped out of Angela's 
quivering pussy momentarily. This break in the flood of passion allowed 
Angela to push harder to force her lover to cum early while he looked 
on. Julie started gasping suddenly for breath and moaned loudly at the 
massive wave of sensations from her clit. She almost came right there, 
but finally managed to get her hand back on Angela's clit and cause her 
some frustration. The man's eyes flared with heat as he watched this 
spectacle and he suddenly grabbed the Alcmene's hair. He violently pulls 
the Alcmene off of him by the hair tossing her down onto the concrete 
slab. Now fully erect, his cock protruded out, thumping up and down with 
his heart rate. She looks back up at him filled half with fear half with 
passion, her finger still working her clit hard as she lays sprawled out 
on the slab.

The man forcefully grabs the Alcmene by the hips and angrily flips her 
over on her stomach, her arms spread out in front of her. No longer 
working her clit, Angela and Julie release their partner's clit and 
again hold hands. Julie's juices are now literally bursting from her, 
dripping down the edge of her stool towards her phallus. All still 
moaning, awaiting the moment when he takes the Alcmene, the Faithful 
prepare to slide down their stools onto their knees and onto their 
glistening metallic cocks. The man forcefully picks up the Alcmene's 
body like a loaf of bread and positions her pussy on the top of his 
massive cock. Suspended in the air, the Alcmene shrieks in fear and 
tears begin to roll down her face. All the Faithful fill the entire 
Coliseum with their passionate moans, slipping further towards the edge 
of their seats. The man brutishly turns on the slab and points the now 
frantic Alcmene towards Julie so she can clearly see her face. Julie 
looks down in almost terror at what this woman must endure.

Suddenly, the man viciously penetrates the Alcmene. Her screams are 
suddenly heard above the deafening den of moaning from the Faithful. Her 
eyes are straining wide open looking off into space. The sight is so 
alarming to Julie that she almost forgets to slide down into kneeling on 
her phallus. As she does, she suddenly remembers that the Nun left her 
with a much thicker one than she is accustomed to as the walls of her 
pussy strain to take in the massive metal dong. Metal, like the rock 
hard cock of the brute, does not give, and so Julie's pussy must. Now 
screaming herself, Julie looks down on the Alcmene and feels some of her 
suffering. However, in the distance, Julie can feel her orgasm building 
like a great wave of a tsunami. There will be no stopping this one, only 
holding it till the Alcmene cums herself. The man simply holds the 
Alcmene there with his throbbing member inside her. This alone is simply 
too much for the Alcmene and violently starts to shake with her orgasm. 
Following suit, Julie grips Angela and Ellen's hands even harder and 
cums herself directly after the Alcmene. On the edge of a walkway, Julie 
starts uncontrollably bucking against her metal dong as wave after wave 
of sensations take over her senses. As Julie feels the waves settle she 
notices that Angela has cum hard too and is now out of control and Ellen 
is not far behind. Looking down on the Alcmene, the huge man still 
hasn't begun to fuck her properly yet. The Alcmene is simply moaning 
wildly with tear filled eyes looking up at the Faithful for strength.

Now over the initial cumming, all the Faithful raise their hands in 
order to worship properly. The man looks around at all the Faithful 
assuming the proper positions after their release, and begins his work 
on the Alcmene. With each pump in and out of her, the Alcmene groans and 
strains at the size of him. Strain wrinkles on her forehead begin to 
show from her struggle as she grips the side of the slab. Deep within 
Julie's pussy she feels the metal phallus begins to throb and undulate 
inside her, matching the pace of the Alcmene's lover. The size of it is 
too great for her to handle, but somehow her quivering squeezing pussy 
is taking the punishment. In the distance, Julie felt her next orgasm 
coming hard. With joined hands raised, all the Faithful started singing 
a harmonic note in unison. The quiet harmonic song of the Faithful 
contrasted the echoing screams of the Alcmene throughout the halls as 
the man worked her over viciously. Sweat was now pouring down off the 
Alcmene's body and soon she might lose consciousness. The man started to 
buck against her frail body harder, jerking madly on her hips to force 
himself deeper within her. And even as the next orgasm rocked Julie's 
body from the possessed metal cock inside her, she never wavered from 
the ever increasing pace of the moans of the Faithful.

Now things were fever pitched. The Faithful were at high fervor with 
their song while the he pounded his cock in and out of the Alcmene. The 
Alcmene was still holding on but her screaming was getting more frantic 
as the closer he came to exploding inside her, the larger his cock 
became and the more it stretched her walls. Veins on the man's neck 
started to appear, sweat coming down his forehead as he continued his 
work. His thick black body hair was dripping with his exertion. He was 
very close to finishing as the cries of the Alcmene were starting to get 
more cracked as she was losing her voice. Julie was now cumming again 
and had to work hard to continue to sing on key and in unison with the 
Faithful. Her pussy was getting very sore from the working of her metal 
cock and she didn't know how much more she could take. Looking down on 
the Alcmene one last time, she saw the man violently fucking her while 
holding her neck down on the hard stone bed.

As he came, he let out a massive howl that matched the Alcmene's 
screams. Cum started pouring out of her as he fucked hard and harder; 
pushing each wave of his pleasure into her. The Alcmene started to spasm 
wildly. Finally, she stopped screaming on his last few rams and went 
limp on the platform. Suddenly, and without warning, Julie was cumming 
again, but this time it was different. This time she came just from what 
she saw, and she started to shake uncontrollably. She knew something was 
wrong as her pussy gripped the metal phallus hard with each wave of her 
orgasm. The man, now done with the Alcmene, pulled out of her and rolled 
her over on the stone bed. His juices flowed out of her and onto the 
stone in great lumps. Pleased with his work, he looked up into Julie's 
cumming eyes as she spasmed wildly on her worshiping phallus. She felt 
hopelessly lost in his eyes and just kept gripping the metal between her 
legs, violently shaking.

Suddenly, the man pointed at her with his large meaty hand and said in a 
booming voice, "COME".

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Christy shot up out of bed, her blonde hair flying over her face; her 
hand firmly buried in her pussy.

"What the hell?" she thought as she tried to figure out where she was. 
She realized quickly that she was at home, in her bed, which was now 
soaked in her sweat. As she tried to gather her thoughts, it became 
clear that she had some kind of strange dream. As she collapsed back 
into bed, her pussy quivered and demanded some attention.

"I wonder if I came while having that dream..." she mused. Regardless, the 
itch could not be ignored. She hastily rolled over and opened her 
nightstand drawer and retrieved her favorite vibrator. While she worked 
it in and out of her already soaking wet lips, she fantasized about Lisa 
from the studio and massaged her breasts while playfully pinching her 
nipples. As the vivid images of Lisa's beautiful body filled her mind, 
the memory of the Coliseum faded rapidly. Christy neither thought nor 
dreamt any more about the Coliseum that night.

End.

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