Gladiator (Part VIII)

GLADIATOR (PART VIII)

“Awaken slave”
These are the words that greet me from sleep
“The Emperor wishes for you to see
A very special event laid on in your honour”

Confused and concerned I gather my wits
And follow the guards in the direction of the arena floor

“Servius!”
My Latista calls
Intercepting our path
“The Emperor knows
He knows about you and Serena
He plans to…”

The guards interrupt
“Roman, do you wish the emperor to hear of your collusion with the slave
Stand aside”
“I’m sorry Servius”

The guards escort me to the closed gate leading to the arena
Chaining my wrists and ankles
What could be happening?
The haunting look in the eyes of my Latista
Fills my soul with dread
As a thousand dark and twisted thoughts fill my mind
All of which pale in comparison to the fearful sight afore me
As slowly the gates lift
Serena

The Emperor’s voice rings out through the Coliseum
“Addressing the eager, excited crowd
In honour of our revered Gladiator Servius Lucius Valerius
We have for you a glorious act of lust and desire
Pleasures of the human flesh”
The crowd roars out in appreciation
“Servius
Servius
Servius”

My greatest fears are realised
As Serena
Strapped down on an angled wooden altar in the centre of the arena
Is encircled by a legion of Roman soldiers as they march into the arena
Leaving a partition of unobscured viewing directly before me
I can see right into her terrified eyes
She screams out for me
Tears flowing
“Help me Servius”

I struggle and fight within the constraints of by bindings
Frantically trying to break free
Still the iron bindings are relentless with there grasp
I am helpless to escape

I am forced to watch as the first Roman soldier approaches Serena
He spits in her face before tearing off her clothing
Exposing her naked body to the perversions of the filled auditorium
How can they cheer for this?

The soldier forces himself on my beloved
Groping her breasts
Before defiling her with his unity
I watch in horror
Screaming for her to be released
“Do not do this, please!”
My shouts drowned out by the lusting crowd
And those in turn
For me at least
Drowned out by her pleading screams

Still I fight the bindings
As they cut deep into my wrists and ankles
Leaving blood to flow freely
Still I’m to consumed with grief
To feel any pain

One by one the gathered Roman Legion takes it in turns to violate Serena
Touching her
Groping her
Caressing her
Raping her
Forced to watch I see her will break
As she no longer has the strength to even struggle within her binds
Limply lying there as each Roman savage
Abuses her form
Violently they penetrate
Ripping her insides

As each savage leaves her battered form to make way for the next
I see the blood drip from her vagina
Streams turning to rivers

As the abusing hoard continue
I feel my own will break
As my knees buckle beneath me
No longer standing
Merely hanging from my iron bound wrists
I want to look away
But the horror of this vision prevents me

Finally with the last Roman’s lust satisfied
The ordeal is over
I watch as servants of the Coliseum move to remove Serena’s battered form
Blood staining the flesh all down her thighs and legs
Limp and unconscious
She’s taken into the depths of the Coliseums maze of tunnels

Still the crowd cheer
Feasting on the brutality
This the same crowd I had grown to favour
The same crowd that had given me back my name
My identity
I now loathe with all my being
How could they cheer this display of sickness
Enjoy such unholy suffering?

The Emperor speaks
“In honour of Servius”
The crowd join in Chorus
“Servius
Servius
Servius”