Chapter 2 --- A Silent Meeting
Brixus, our lanista, a rather fat man with a wide face who looked like he probably ate a little bit too much honeyed shrimps and oysters, stood and looked at us, beaming as he stood between the beautiful Greek-looking woman, whose eyes met mine and quickly turned away, and Lucius Africanus, the head instructor, a former gladiator whose steel-hard muscles and scars spoke of many bloody encounters in the arena.
Brixus presently spoke in Rhegium's hellenized Latin...
"Khairete Ô gladiatores novi! Hea, kuius nomen non dicendum, uuos quarto die ante hoori et uuiscum tempus agere kupit!"
I didn't understand everything, as I was still very new to the place, but I became aroused as I looked more intently at this off-limit woman, who was twice my age. In short, our lanista had saluted us, his new gladiators (Khairete Ô gladiatores novi!). He had said that this woman, she (Hea), whose name we were not to say, had ???? us fighting the fourth day before today, which was three days ago. Oh, she had seen us fighting; the Latin "videre" had sort of mixed with the Greek "Hoorein" (to see). Then, what he was saying had nothing to do with the hour of the day.
uuiscum tempus agere cupit... She had desire (cupit) to spend time (tempus agere)... with US! ("uuiscum" stood for vobiscum as Brixus spoke to us with a tinge of envy in his eyes.
Then, no further words were spoken.
Slowly, like a solemn procession under the Mare Infernum seaside sun, we walked to a small building, its stones white under the bright blue sky, and followed her inside. Neither Brixus nor Lucius entered with us. One by one, we walked passed them. I caught Lucius winking at me as I entered the building. Then the door was closed and locked behind us, leaving us alone... with HER!
I felt the shadowy room cooling my sun-warm skin and took the time to enjoy this freshness. This was a small room, which was almost empty. In a corner of the room, there were only three pouches of wine and a small earthen pot containing something I couldn't make out from where I stood.
The mysterious, inviolate, forbidden woman stood in front of us. She was so beautiful according to my own tastes! I started to speak to tell her that I loved her long black hair, with as much platonic deference I would use if I spoke to a virgo vestalis.
"Sigâte!" she said to all of us in Greek as she pressed her index finger against her dainty mouth, her lips adorned with a coral colour.
"Sigâte..." she repeated.
We obeyed and did not say a word. We were too shy to even breathe! We all looked at her, eye-raping her. I felt guilty for profanating her dignity in such a way, but I couldn't help it. Below my short tunic, my dick was getting swole and up.
Nobody moved. The Greek woman was breathing heavier; her chest pushed out her perky breasts that beautifully rose up and came down in a subtle motion. Her arms rested calmly along her sides, her curves well hidden, yet revealed under her stola.
The five men --- me among them, the youngest one --- looked at her. She looked back at us with a slight motion downward in her gaze; as if she was submitting herself.
I didn't know my four companions very much. They had shared my plight from Capua all the way down to this place, and I barely remembered their names. Truth be told, my mind had been all caught up with Pontia!
Kapirr and Jarvi were two Persian tall men who fought as myrmilliones; they had olive skin, black hair and wore beards. Sillenus fought as a Samnite and was very strong and fast. And lastly, Babuh, the midnight-black thraex fighter, was born in Egypt and worshipped a strange crocodile-headed god; he wanted to have someone buy incense for him so he could properly worship his Nile god.
The woman was breathing harder, almost panting, while her gaze kept going from one man to the other. Among us, the primal tension was quickly increasing; a primal urge to rush at this beautiful woman, strip her naked and fill her up with our manly seed!
The silence was heavy with unspeakable realities. She kept watching us in this thick silence.
Sillenus took one step toward her. She immediately took one step back, fear in her eyes. Kapirr and Jarvi took two steps forward. I took three steps toward her.
She cowered back in a corner, placing her small pale hands in front of her in a futile protective gesture as we slowly closed in.
"Oxi!" (No!) she said in a semi-loud voice as we were now encircling her. The visible element of lust in this silence was extremely powerful. I was now rock-hard down there and kept contemplating her sandaled feet, suddenly very eager to feel the soles of her feet on my body, to feel and taste her girly freshness! And to RAPE! RAPE!!!
"Oxii!!!" she repeated, with panic in her eyes, frantically looking all around her as if there was a way out. There wasn't! She presently stood in the middle of us and was about to have her arms seized. It was all happening following a slow, delibarate script. My companions all seemed to share this tension-filled anticipation, almost reluctant to end it.
"OXI!!! OXIIII!!!" (No!!! Nooooo!!!) she began screaming when Sillenus and Kapirr grabbed her arms and Jarvi took her head between his large brown hands and forced-kissed her, silencing her as his light-brown mouth sealed with her delicate coral-coloured lips.
I took one of her legs and Babuh grabbed the other one as she started to bolt and squirm in our arms. I felt guilt to be profanating such a holy figure, but my want for her was getting stronger with each passing moment. I started to frantically undo her sandal, using all my strength to keep her from moving her leg as I rushed to get rid of the sandal and uncover the delicate whiteness of her foot.
She desperately bolted and squirmed in muffled sounds of forced-kissing, as Jarvi was still engulfing her mouth in his while the two men who held her arms were telling him to move out of the way; they wanted to see her tits! And RAPE her! RAPE!!!
"OXI!!! OXIIII!!! Deinóii!!" (No!!! Nooooo!!! Monsters!) Her shrill screams filled the small echoing room as Jarvi moved out of the way and the two acolytes kept their hold on her squirming arms and started assaulting her stola in a chaotic endeavour. Their freakish lust soon uncovered her white shoulder and then they pulled sharply down and sounds of tearing fabric filled my veteran's ears with their familiar music.
Through all this movement and moving flesh, I catched a glimpse of her right boob, now offered in its glorious nakedness, jiggling with its brown nipple on top as she kept bawling and putting on a vain fight. I slid her undone sandal off her foot and delightfully touched her forbidden silkiness, pulling her foot a little and rubbing it against my crotch through my tunic, enhancing my monster erection!
Sillenus now stood between her legs and was roughly tucking up her stola and the white tunic she wore under it, pushing it in wild disorder all the way up and against her hips, uncovering the untouched charms of her legs! I moved up to take her left arm and buried my face in her hair as I firmly restrained her. Her legs were gorgeous! All white and almost glossy in their naked purity as her quivering thighs desperately tried to push Sillenus away, but he was way too strong and heavy!
Sillenus now had his hard cock out and against the bush of her sanctum; I caught a glimpse of her jet-black cunt hair. He pushed all the way, in one titanic hip thrust and he growled hard in unfathomable satisfaction as he readily entered the Greek singer! She was probably already wet. She moved and acted like these noble Patrician women who had ended up enjoying what we did with their body!
Now, all the stored energy was let out! All at once! Sillenus grunted and pounded her with unrestrained abandon, looking intently at her bobbing head while her honey-scented hair kept stroking my face with chaotic grace as I strained to keep her in place and felt the gigantic force Sillenus was unleashing inside her and throughout her shaken body!
She was pinned amid us, all of us now lust-crazy animals. Being raped by a grunting man, now more ape than man. Her legs were spread open against his urging flanks, forced in a receiving position as he went repeatedly back and forth and gave her all his gladiator might in each and every thrust!
I felt and heard her intense whimpers! Barring the rapist's grunting, we were all silent. All of us were seasoned rapists and we knew that listening to the victim's groans and whimpers was just as fun as the rape itself. All of us were eager to experience what her vagina felt like.
Sillenus increased even more his already-crazy rhythm, grunting and groaning like a rutting boar! Then he suddenly let out a victorious scream that echoed wildly in the small room as he exploded inside the Greek woman and shot his load inside her polluted sanctum.
Then Jarvi took the first rapist's spot while Sillenus retreated, his legs pleasure-wobbly, his voice commenting that she was an amazing fuck! We didn't argue over who would go next. We all internally knew the organically established order and it was just natural that Jarvi presently pressed his cock against her entrance and delightfully penetrated her.
Jarvi's copulating rhythm was irregular and unpredictable. While Kapirr held her other arm, I maintained my strong grip on her left wrist, and I took advantage of the weakening in her resistance to pull her stola and tunic down her shoulder and arm, and then rip it further down, so we could all admire both her pure-white breasts jiggling under our contented eyes! She was truly gorgeous! A rival for an untouched demi-goddess! Now defiled!
Jarvi raped her silently, his grunts barely audible. She took his dickthrusts silently as well, her head bobbing and her breasts moving as two wonderful knolls of flesh in a timeless tumult, her inviting nipples erect and displaying a warm brown hue amid perfectly round areolas. I remembered the pouches of wine and I instantly understood what they were for.
Jarvi let out a low-pitched growl as he unloaded his generous flow of cum inside the violated singer of Nemesis. I softly pressed her left breast with my hand and thus fed my erection as the third man, Kapirr the olive-skinned Persian, took his place between her legs. We didn't go fancy with positions; we just wanted to fuck her and empty our loads inside her pussy.
This third rape was pretty much a repeat scene of the previous one, except that Kapirr was very noisy and kept banging her in long heavy strokes as he yelled all sorts of things at her in his consonant-rich language, and he kept urgently banging her until he cummed with a nice flourish of thick cream inside her, spurting out a parting bolt that landed on her immaculate belly and partly on her half-torn stola.
Now was my turn!
TO BE CONTINUED.