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Writer: Regis
Subject: MODERN ROMAN GAMES 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones
Modern Roman Games 2
The two men moved among us, handing out weapons. When one came to me, he handed me the short stabbing blade. I would have preferred something longer to allow me to stand well back. Everyone else had bigger weapons. This was grossly unfair.
It looked like the concept of fair had nothing to do with this. The knife I was given was heavy, and the big blade serrated, with the actual blade part of it just over a foot long. The big leather-wrapped handle was long enough to be grasped in both hands.
It would have to be used at close quarters to be of any value, but I could see it would be lethal if I used it properly. I was stunned by the weapons they gave us. How were we supposed to fake a fight when we were armed with such serious weapons?
I might be able to swing my short blade and easily miss the others, but what could the ladies with the lances, spears and tridents do to miss? I could see it was going to be very difficult to fake a fight, particularly when we had been given no training.
Just then, a door opened and through it came half a dozen naked little girls, who couldn’t have been older than eight or nine. They were herded through our space (it was hard to call the stone place a room) and through to the ramp and up into the arena.
The handlers went with them, so we were able to follow to see what was going on. It turned out the girls were gymnasts, and pretty good ones too, as we could see as they spread out and began doing solo acts, with high kicks, with wide-spread legs,
The nude girls, wearing only soft leather shoes, did some amazing body twists and moves I can’t even describe that were particularly sexy. They were speaking some Eastern European language, so I knew they were not Italian children.
The people in the audience, all well dressed and likely very wealthy, were cheering the girls on, but it was in Italian, and although I couldn’t tell what they were saying exactly, it was clear they were being quite lewd in their shouts and gestures.
The men were excited, but the women were the most active and vocal. It was amazing. They were looking for filthy performances and getting them. Then I noticed around the ring some men wearing ancient leather strap outfits, as you see in illustrations of the time.
The straps parted for their big erections to stand out, and I could see even at a distance the gleam of moisture on the tip of each big cock. These guys were all sexually excited. They were in the stands, standing up, and I counted eight of them, spread all the way around.
They carried longbows and quivers with 3-foot-long arrows. Each of them got an arrow ready and pulled back on the bow, ready to shoot. The two guys nearest me also looked like they were ready to ejaculate. They were definitely sexually excited.
As I watched them aim, I could see they were all aiming their weapons at the same girl. I was stunned, as were the naked women in gold spikes around me. This was outrageous! It looked like they were going to kill a nude gymnast nymph.
The naked cuntlet was doing exactly what they required of her in performing acrobatics in the ring, something she was not trained for. Like the others performing, she was extending her bare groin with her naked bum and pretty cuntlet on full display.
They were all doing obscene things with their bared genitals just to entertain the people in the arena seats. Now it was clear more was expected of her. She was to abruptly receive into her lithe body a bunch of three-foot-long arrows from the archers!
These pricks were going to kill her for sport, for the amusement of the audience, while the other nude girls danced in their obscene, profane performance! This was likely a real depiction of what ancient Romans did for entertainment.
I couldn’t believe it, nor that the prick Hirshydick had brought me here and sold me to be in such an explicitly indecent murder show. We all watched in horror as the naked children performed, most of them unaware of the archers.
As their individual performances reached a peak, the first arrow flew. It struck the targeted girl just below her shoulder, from the front, taking her completely by surprise as it spun her around. Her scream echoed across the small ancient stadium as screams would have done millennia ago.
This was the real thing! Terror, horror, shock and sexual excitement all combined in the small and now private arena to stimulate the audience, energizing and thrilling them with what had so long ago been common fare for the common people.
Sixteen inches of arrow stuck out of either side of her small body, and she spun around once more as a second arrow caught her, again in front, driving through her side just below her ribcage, missing her kidneys. It was another non-lethal hit.
Again, equal lengths of the arrow stuck out of her, the emerging front end bloodied. The people in the stands were enthusiastically enjoying the violent show, the men shouting what had to be rank obscenities in Italian and the ladies squealing in delight.
They were seeing blood, pain and shock, all of it sexually exciting them as they eagerly watched the wickedly violent performance, put on just to entertain them. A third arrow struck the small naked girl at an angle low in her back, driving through her torso.
The hit was low enough that it likely pierced her bladder and uterus before emerging in front of the lower tummy. She pitched forward, and as she presented her ass to him, one of the archers released the fourth arrow, and made a bullseye as the head found her anus dead center.
This long, spinning projectile entered deep into her torso and ended up with the head wedged between her lungs. The hysterically screaming girl pitched upright, lifted a leg in a high kick, bent forward again, and now presented a new target.
The fifth long, well-aimed arrow found her delightful little cuntlet, driving into her torso to exit through her twisting belly. None of the chosen target girls’ vital organs had yet been hit by these skilled archers. These guys were very good at their assignment.
There was no need to make a kill when they could pop her with outrageously horrible hits to get more action out of her well-trained and conditioned body. Like in the case of the ancient Romans, a protracted kill was far preferable to one too sudden.
One of the ladies in our group, a German, spoke up. “These kids are Romanian, I recognize the language.” That was fitting, they came from a country named for the Romans, and famous for the quality of gymnasts it produced.
These kids were performing at a very high level, raising up on their tiptoes the entire time they performed. The five naked gymnast girls not being targeted had all seen by now what was going on, and were obviously glad it was not them.
What they saw increased their activity, as it made clear their training had included as much punishment as it had reward. They were performing to save their young lives, and their renewed efforts greatly enhanced the sensuality of the atmosphere.
Now the remaining arrows were released at her, and they did their jobs magnificently. These were all kill shots. One went through her chest to take out a lung, another caught one of her ears dead on and went through her head, while the last struck her left nipple and drove through to take out her heart.
I could do nothing about the mayhem they were causing to the children, but I did appreciate their skill and focus. For the first time, I could see the archers were all ejaculating. My God, I’d like to be fucked by a few of them, or all of them if it could be managed.
They’d probably want to get into the ladies I was with, so I might only get to experience one of them. The pretty young naked athlete was no longer moving when her arrow-laden little body hit the sand. We had all just witnessed an incredible murder.
It had been committed just for show and the sexual excitement of the audience in the small ancient Roman amphitheatre. This had been an amazing show, with the killing of the child as an opening act. I was certain there was more deadly, violent action to come.
We retreated to our holding room as the wranglers brought the remaining girls out of the arena. I suppose they were saving them for another day. These talented little beauties had a lot to offer and were likely going to experience some more outrageous sexual violence before they were done.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO