## Archive-name: the_agony_of_rome

From: uthur@aol.com

Subject: Story: The Agony of Rome (Part One)

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Disclaimer: This work contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape and torture. It is not intended for reading or downloading by anyone under the age of 18. If these subjects offend you, do not read on. All portions of this story are fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This work is copyrighted 1996 by Uthur and is intended for non commercial free distribution. No part of this work may be reprinted, modified or distributed for a fee without the written permission of the author. Any redistribution of this material must be in its entirety with this disclaimer attached.

Prologue

This work is an attempt to produce a piece of fiction that has accurate descriptions of tortures used in the Roman Empire as interpreted by the author. It is based upon research into methods and techniques used during the period. Any and all comments regarding this work may be addressed to Uthur@aol.com.

The Agony of Rome by Uthur

Part One

Gaius hugged Cleo and thanked the Gods that he was able to spirit the children away with supporters the previous night. Grossly outnumbered, he led a valiant effort to defend the Roman frontier, but his men were no match for the onslaught and were pushed back in a blood bath. Gaius and a severely wounded Tribune were the only survivors. Unfortunately, as the leader of the defeated Legion, Gaius would have been much better to die with his troops. The Senate was furious over this bitter defeat and were determined to make Gaius an example for other Roman Officers who failed in their perceived duty to Rome.

Knowing his fate was sealed, Gaius and Cleo were able to see that their children were removed to safety before the Roman Guard arrived at their doorstep that morning. Gaius was prepared for his fate, but drew his sword in anger when the guard informed him that his wife was also under arrest. When one of the guardsmen placed his sword against Cleo s throat, Gaius knew he had no choice but to drop his weapon. Gaius and his wife were placed in heavy chains and paraded through the streets on their way the Justinium. The heavy metal shackles abraded their ankles and soon a trail of blood traced their path along the stone streets of the city.

As they entered the hall, the guards pushed the two prisoners to the floor and Cleo cried out in pain as her knees came crashing down on the tile floor. Tiberius stood in full battle dress as he looked down in scorn at the prisoners at his feet. So this is the dog that runs with his tail between his legs and the bitch he whelps, said Tiberius with mocking tone in his voice. Gaius seethed in anger but feared for the safety of his wife. Rome demands satisfaction and I will give it to them and you shall serve as an example for those who fail to serve Caesar, he went on. Gaius, I pronounce that you will spend a day in the offal pit after which you shall be taken, flogged, and slowly impaled on a spear before your body is fed to the jackals, said Tiberius as he walked around the kneeling figure before turning and walking up several stairs. I accept my fate in the name of Rome if you let my wife go free. She has not failed the Empire. It is I who deserve to suffer the fate you have decreed, replied Gaius. Well spoken son of Rome, said Tiberius turning towards the prisoners, But I think your bitch shall join you in the pit and can watch you die from the cross.

Cleo cried out in terror as Gaius jumped to his feet but was quickly knocked to the floor with a heavy blow to his back. Get this vermin out of my sight! cried Tiberius as he turned once again and walked away. The guards now seized the prisoners and tied their elbows together behind their backs which added greatly to the discomfort of the chains. Cleo cried as she and her husband were led out of the hall and taken to a stockade at the edge of town. There wasn t any hope of an appeal from the sentence. Only their prayers to the Gods for a speedy death sustained their spirits.

Gaius and Cleo were paraded through the streets to cries and derisive laughter of the crowds that lined the path. At the gates of the city, the offal pit came into view and Cleo feel to her knees and pleaded for mercy.
Gaius turned to comfort his wife, but was struck with a savage blow to his stomach which knocked the wind out of him and caused him to crumple on the ground gasping for air. The guards grabbed Cleo by her hair and dragged her along the ground. Gaius was pulled towards the offal pit by several spectators in the crowd who were pressed into service by the guards. As he was pulled over the rough stones, Gaius cursed his tormentors and in retribution, a guard kicked him twice in the groin and caused him to groan in agony as his body went limp in pain.

It was 2 o-clock in the afternoon and the sun was past it s peak, but the heat of the day was oppressive. The offal pit was noting more than a sand pit littered with the rotting bloated bodies of dead animals. It was a place of torment for all sorts of offenses from simple crimes to those condemned to death. Gaius was stripped of his tunic to the mocking calls of the crowd. His dark tanned skin was offset by the whiteness of his ass, cock and hairy testicles. His shoulders and arms were strong and muscular, but his body was still weak from the savage blows to his manhood which racked his body with pain.

Gaius was pushed into a pit several feet deep. Dirt was added to the floor of the pit to adjust it so that Gaius stood with his cock even with the surface of the ground. Then sand was shoveled into the pit to hold his legs fast in a bond of soil and rock. His arms were placed over a stout wooden bar that ran behind his back and rested in the wedge of his elbows. His hands were then secured into a pair of wooden stocks that wrapped around his neck. In this position, poor Gaius found every muscle of his upper body painfully stretched and his hands were just inches away, but unable to touch his face.

As the guards ripped the clothing from Cleo, she screamed and cried out in shame while Gaius cursed at his former friends who now let their hands roam over the beautiful body of his wife. Cleo s skin was a milky white complexion and a tuft of sculpted hair highlighted the space between her legs. Her breasts were of moderate size but had very dark nipples about one inch in diameter. She tried to cover herself using her hands and arms, but as she was tightly bound like her husband, her attributes were exposed for all to see. She fell to the ground and pleaded for mercy, but the guards picked her up by the hair and placed her in another pit. At least another foot of dirt had to be placed in to bottom of the hole to raise it up to confine just her legs up to her crotch in the hot sand.

After the guards tamped the soil around their prisoners, they brought out amphora filled with honey and sour milk. The guards smeared a mixture of the two over the face of Gaius as he cursed and tried to twist away from his tormentors. Another solid kick to his testicles stopped his resistance and the guards took great delight in swabbing the milk and honey mixture into his hairy pubic region.

Cleo wailed as the guards left her husband and covered her face with sticky mixture. But she simply gasped in pain and shame as the Centurion wetted his hands in the mixture and roughly applied it to her breasts, pinching her nipples several times. The Centurion then cleaned his hands by rubbing them on her pubic hair and tweaking her clit with a painful twist.

A dead bloated goat was thrown down in front of Gaius and as it hit the ground it s belly broke open spilling its putrid intestines up next to his cock and balls. Cleo was hit in the back by the carcass of a dog which was covered with hundreds of white crawling maggots. Before the main body of guards left, one soldier offered a large bowl of water to each of the prisoners. Gaius and wife drank each container dry not knowing when their thirst would be quenched again. Two guards sat in the shade of the city walls as the buzzing of flies and other insects droned on in the offal pit.

To be continued...

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