Flavius woke up very happy and optimistic. He was half way to his goal of bringing Gaius down through family humiliation. He had now humiliated his son, Marcus, by fucking him in a brothel, and humiliated his daughter, Julia, by fucking her cunt and ass while she was drugged. Now for the other two, Gaius' wife Lucillia, and Gaius himself. Flavius sent for Mario and gave him instructions to send spies out to watch Gaius' house for movements of the family members, and report back to him on anything of value.
In the midafternoon he received a message from his friend Scipio, inviting him to his house for dinner and entertainment, but first he wanted Flavius to meet him at the bathhouse. He summoned Mario and told him his plans, and ask for an escort.
Later that afternoon, he was reclining in the bathhouse with his friends, exchanging gossip and talking political tactics. Everyone was very nervous, but cautiously hopefully, they could turn things around. An army was forming in Greece and would soon be sailing its way across to Brindisi. There it would land and then make its way to Rome. With this additional force, Gaius and his allies would have to back down. Things could be turned around in the Senate then, and Flavius could be elected governor of an eastern province and make a fortune.
Flavius let it be known he had other backup plans in mind, if somehow the army didn't materialize. His friends questioned and probed him, but he would reveal nothing more than it would be a knockout blow, don't worry, and then he laughed. Everyone had speculations as to what it was, but from what Flavius could overhear, they weren't even close to figuring it out.
By late afternoon, it was time to leave and make their way to Scipio's house for dinner, and to be sure, something fun afterwards.
They left as a group and made their way to Scipio's house. In a narrow alleyway they saw a large group of men blocking their way. Quickly Flavius' body guard and the body guards of the others, offered a shield wall of protection and then went after the attackers. Even with the extra body guards Flavius and his friends were greatly outnumbered. Flavius' bodyguards were however, ex-military of the highest standard, as were many of the other men's guards. Most of the attackers were poor and untrained street thugs. They apparently had thought Scipio would be going home alone, with just a few bodyguards. The confrontation could go either way now.
One of Flavius' men tossed him a sword. It was in his hand just in time as one of the attackers made it through the wall of the guards and ran toward him, sword raised to strike him. Flavius had served in the military and had seen and been in many battles. He felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through his body. One was never so alive as in battle. His senses seemed to be amplified a hundred times. With reflexes built from countless hours of practice he parried the man's thrust, and lunged forward himself. The man seemed surprised. Then Flavius' sword entered the man's body near his heart. He screamed. His sword fell to the ground and his hands went unthinkingly to his breast. But it was too late. Flavius pulled his sword out, as the man took one of his last gasps and fell to the ground where he writhed and made horrible gurgling noises.
Flavius knew better from combat than to the focus on the man's death throws. Other attackers might be coming. As he looked up, he saw men fighting, dying. Flavius advanced to join in, but one of his bodyguards saw him and pushed him back, out of the melee. It seemed most of Flavius' guards were still standing, a large number of the attackers lay on the ground, wounded, dead or dying. In a few minutes it was over.
Flavius had not felt so live and energized in years. Not even after the most intense sex he experienced. He tried to think of any other way to get this rush without running the chance of dying. But he realized the potential of dying was what made it so good.
The bodyguards managed to capture a good dozen or more of the attackers. Scipio smiled, "Well, well. Maybe we will have a different entertainment tonight than was originally planned." He told the guard to take all the prisoners to his house and await further instructions.
The group sat down to dinner later, with a combination of euphoria at having survived an attack, and nervousness that such an attack had been planned, and almost succeeded. They tried to drink away the bad thoughts. Scipio made sure everyone's cups stayed full. As dinner ran down, Scipio's head servant came in and whispered into his ear.
"Well gentlemen, it seems things are ready for us. Shall we go?"
Everyone got up and followed behind Scipio as he led them to the back of the house. He led them into a large room. They were immediately assaulted be sounds of moans and screams. They soon understood why. The prisoners captured earlier were being tortured, but not by just anyone. A group of women were in charge of what was going on. Very, very big women. All were well over 6 feet tall and had muscles that would be the envy of any man. All of them were as big if not bigger than any of the men they were torturing. They were in fact, female gladiators.
The women had several of the men hanging from the ceiling by their arms. They were whipping their backs, and also torturing their penises. They were stroking them vigorously to the level of pain, whipping their cocks, kicking them in the balls. The men were thrashing about in agony, but that seemed to only excite the women to torture them more.
One was stroking a man's cock extremely vigorously. She would stop well before he came, then stroke it again, whip it, smack it, kick it. She kept doing this again and again until he finally came, shooting a big load into the air. This time though she held onto his cock and kept jerking it. The intense sensation had the man screaming. She got tired of his screams and shoved a large cloth into his mouth. She then went back to torturing him. Raking his skin with sharp pieces of metal attached to her fingernails.
Other men were strapped face down over leather saddles, with bits in their mouths. They too were being whipped hard on their asses and backs. The women took turns fucking them in the ass wearing large strap on dildos. The women seemed to enjoy doing this tremendously. The women grabbed the reins attached to the bits in the men's mouths, and yanked their heads back violently as they rode their asses. Other women simultaneously slapped the men's faces until they were red and raw, their eyes swollen.
A last set were placed in stocks, face up, their mouths forced open as the women took turns pissing on them. Then the women went to the other end and held their legs wide open while they fucked them. They humped the men mercilessly. Extremely humiliating to a Roman man. They too had their cocks and balls kicked, whipped and tortured.
Scipio had as many of his male servants as he could muster, even a very large number of males recruited off the street, to jerk off into buckets. Buckets and buckets of cum. When done the men's heads were tilted back, their mouths forced opened as the women poured cum down their throats, until they were choking, gagging, and gurgling.
All of this was done under the watchful eyes of Scipio's guests. They enjoyed it immensely. Almost as good as going to a gladiatorial arena. They were hoping it would end in the men would be impaled on swords. It was certainly what they deserved after the attack earlier in the day. But when the men had reached a point where further torture would probably result in unconscious or death, Scipio stopped things.
"One of you will be lucky. I am going to release you to go back to your leader, your fellow thugs, and tell them what happened here. If they try anything like what happened today again they will suffer a similar fate, or worse. For the rest of you, death would be too easy. I am sending you to serve on a war galley. You will serve there until you die. Every day will be torture."
The men were too out of it to really acknowledge what they heard, but they heard it, and knew their lives were over. Scipio allowed the women to choose the one to let go. They choose the smallest, oldest, man. His face was battered and bruised, his back red with whip marks. He would be lucky if his penis ever worked again. But he was the lucky one. Scipio motioned to his servants and they pulled him to his feet, and dragged him across the floor. In an hour or so he would be dumped in the street near where his gang came from.
The women begged to have several of the men as their play toys, their own slaves to fuck and torture as they please. Scipio thought this was a great idea. His only condition was when they were done with them, they be used in the arena for some sort of one sided match to the death. He wanted the women to invite him to the match so that he could watch them die.
The others were taken away, and in a few days, after they they healed enough to move, would be transported to the coast, to serve out there lives on board a galley.
All of this got Flavius extremely excited. He went home that evening and asked for the tiny woman who had been fucked by the giant soldier. He kept the image of the soldier in mind while he fucked her, imagined that he had a penis that large, had a body as big and strong. He took the woman from behind just like the night he watched the two of them fuck. It was an empowering image and he came very intensely in the tiny woman. Even with Flavius' much smaller penis, the tiny woman was still screaming and thrashing about. Flavius loved every second of it.
