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Writer: Regis
Subject: MODERN ROMAN GAMES 4
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones
Modern Roman Games 4
The gorgeous Muslim bitch twisted an ankle in her gold spikes and fell. I guess Arabs don’t wear heels. The injury was serious because, struggling as she did, and she had men jacking off watching her erotic fight to get up, the voluptuous cunt couldn’t get to her feet. The French girl with the trident stood too close to her and paid the price.
The naked Arabic beauty lunged upward with her sword, stabbing her cunt, her cervix and uterus in a single thrust. When the French cunt leaned backwards, the Muslim sat up and drove her blade in deeper, slicing open her pack of intestines before the tip emerged through the screaming Franco’s tummy.
She wagged the sword by moving the handle back and forth, doing incredible damage to the lady’s innards while slicing a long slit the length of her belly. Keeping on her feet proved to be a mistake, because the sword began to rip her from the inside, and then the sliced gut began to emerge, in danger of spilling out onto the sand.
With the blade stuck in Frenchie’s pelvic bone, the cunt-stabbing Muslim was at the moment unable to jerk her sword out of the bitch she had just so effectively eviscerated. As she fell to her knees, the fatally cunt-stabbed French nude thrust her trident down into the breasts of the Muslim cunt, further damaging them.
Unfortunately, this did nothing approaching a kill, the object of this disgusting but amazing arena sport. I guess the French were more about style than substance. I would have to keep in mind to stay away from that Arab cunt. As the sword-impaled cunt hit the sand, the shock drove her tripe out of her split belly, and the Arab retrieved her weapon.
Now, like the other French bitch, the one I had so effectively gutted, the naked French cunt in her gold spike heels dropped over her own pile of spilt intestines and gore, now reduced to nothing but dead bitchmeat, a fitting end for what I’d learned was a Paris advertising executive, specializing in condoms and perverse sex toys.
There were now five of us cunts dead, six of us standing, and the Muslim downed. I knew we still had a long way to go if we intended to survive. I realized they had all seen me do my kill and were ready to kill me before I got to them.
This was going exactly as the man who got us into the arena had said it would. We were all desperate to kill the others before they got their weapons into us. The producer of this incredibly violent display of womanly pulchritude had done this often and knew well the female mind.
We were at heart vicious killers when our lives were on the line. I watched as the American with the spear and net went after the German with a trident, and she thrust with her spear as she threw her net. The spear dug into the side of the German just below her ribs as the net flew.
The German saw the attack coming and raised her trident, catching the net and moving it high above her head. With an additional lurch of her trident, she jerked the weighted net out of the hands of the American while writhing in agony at the invasion of the spearhead in her side. It turned out that Kraut cunts made good fighters.
She grabbed the net with her free hand and cast it over the American, then pulling hard, drew the bitch toward her, and then raising a shapely leg, kicked the Yank between her big tits so that she fell to the sand, sprawled on her back with her flared cunt on display and her legs spread. The beautiful naked American made a perfect target.
Without hesitation, she jabbed her trident into the exposed belly of the downed bitch, driving it deep into the beauty’s tender meat. The belly-stabbed bitch raised her hips in her heels, her thighs spread for balance as she released the contents of her bladder in a long arc one would expect from a pissing man.
The German, the spear still firmly planted in her side, suddenly took a slashing blow across her buttocks from the other American armed with a sword, and blood gushed from the shapely mounds. She spun, and a second slash of the same bloody blade crossed the base of her big breasts, digging deep trenches in them, splitting them in two.
She was now disarmed, as her trident was firmly stuck in the belly of the deceased American who had paid the supreme price of having speared her. She failed in her attempt to jerk the spear out of her side, and the other American’s blade found her belly. Three thrusts and an upward rip finished her, and she fell, a gutted pig, large loops of her viscera preceding her.
She lay on the sand, with her big bare buttocks spread and propped in the air. A stool emerged from her rectum to announce her death to the audience. That made seven dead, four of us standing, and the Muslim in bad shape on the floor of the arena. This was progressing exactly as the man had said it would. Death reigned.
I glanced around and was startled to see the naked archers still in position around the stands, but now they each had a nine or ten-year-old naked girl riding their large penis, like nude pole dancers eagerly humping their little cunts on his flesh shaft.
The audience, too engrossed in the bloody action, paid them little attention. Clearly, the people in the stands had no concern about the heartless men engaged in child sex. They were female, and that appeared to be all that mattered.
The odd person would turn their head toward one of the men coupling with a little girl and watch the large penis pumping in a gripping little cuntlet for a few moments, but their main interest was in the naked gladiatrixes in the arena – us.
Another American, the one with the trident, came at me with a thrust toward my chest. Reflexively, I slashed with my knife in both hands, and was astonished that it cut right through the shaft, so that the head of the trident fell harmlessly to the sand. I had with that one simple move disarmed the bitch!
Without hesitation, I took advantage of her momentum toward me and thrust the blade beside her shoulder blade and down into her chest from a high angle. I caught a lung, I think, because as I jerked it free, she coughed blood. She leaned back, her legs spread and her belly exposed. Instead of a gut shot, I thrust my trusty blade up into her cunt.
The voluptuous naked American business executive’s eyes bulged as she realized I had got her. She had lost our brief engagement, which she had initiated. This would teach her to fuck with me! I wiggled the blade around inside her, then jerked it upward, slicing through her pubic bone and up her tummy through and past her navel, opening her.
Her spread knees hit the sand hard, and like several of the other losers, she contributed her gleaming tangle of guts to the gore on the arena floor. I had made my second kill, but she was still kneeling and was still alive. With all my strength, I swung my blade, grasped in both fists, and with a single blow decapitated the gorgeous bitch.
Mother of God, what had I done?! I had just, for the second time in one day, committed a brutal murder. It was so brutal that the other three still alive had just watched me in awe. I was now the one to be feared and to be killed before I killed any of them. The play was working out exactly as the designers intended, and now eight of us were dead!
The Germans, Muslims, and other Americans still alive were all armed with swords. Only the German, the other American bitch and I were able to stand. I alone had a short hacking blade, the only one provided to the twelve of us. The other weapons were embedded in the strewn carcasses of the slain cunts.
The other three all faced me. Clearly, to them, I was the one to fear, and they all apparently did. I felt a surge of power, as if I were invincible. It had come down to last cunt standing, and I had a great chance to be the one! I realized with a shock that I had felt a sense of exhilaration when I ripped open the second woman. It gave me a rare sense of supremacy in this contrived situation!
Seeing that the other American was watching me, the German took advantage of her distraction and thrust her sword at her side. The target bitch saw it coming and leaned back, so that the blade ran through her breasts instead of her torso. Screaming outrageous obscenities, the American slashed her sword across the German’s tummy, slicing a wicked gash across it.
She, too, began to reveal her intestines, and with sudden desperation, she thrust her sword deep into the belly of the American. Her powerful thrust caused the blade to emerge through the bitch’s back, so that she was run through. Both swords were withdrawn, and both were again plunged into the central woman’s flesh.
Bitch bellies were opened, and the ladies’ gleaming intestines once more emerged to fall on the arena floor. Enthralled by the fantastic gory violence, my attention lapsed, and I stood too close to the fallen Muslim. I paid the ultimate price. The tip of her sword found my cunt, and with a surprisingly powerful upward thrust, she ran it deep into me.
Blood spurted over her fist from my cunt as her blade moved inside me, and the incredibly sharp instrument of death sliced me grievously and painfully inside where it mattered most. Grasping the long handle of my hacking blade in both fists as I fell, I plunged it downward into the beautifully screaming Muslim’s neck.
My aim was true, and the tip went right through, severing her spine before it broke through into the burning sand. I hit the hot sand face down, my big tits bulging out to the sides, and I heard the audience shout in celebration.
They were so excited that in the space of less than half an hour, all twelve of us women of standing had been forced to act on our most basic instincts, and were all fatally wounded by each other. Those who had bet on me were celebrating that I was the last to die, and was therefore in their eyes the winner.
Unlike us, the brutal and merciless ancient arena sport was alive and well after more than two millennia. Just by placing us ladies naked into the arena of death, they proved that desperate women with their lives on the line would indeed attack and kill each other for the amusement of an audience.
This degenerate sport had thrived in the days of the Roman Empire, and although it was conducted as far as the Empire spread, it was most popular in the home city of Rome. The people in the stands had revived the taste for the blood of naked combatants and had settled on naked females as their combatants of choice.
As it turned out, once again we had proven beyond doubt that naked cunts in gold spike heels are natural cunt killers. The unanswered question in my mind as I sank into endless oblivion was how they were going to amuse themselves with the lives of the remaining little girl gymnasts on another day of butchery and death sports.
THE END