The Games. 
By Hardie. 
A woman organises the Roman Autumn Games, and men die at the hands of female warriors.


Hardiewh@aol.com

(This story contains sexual and violent scenes and should be read by adults
only.)

"The proletariat are becoming restless, my dear. We need to give them
something new, something more exciting at the Autumn Games. Something to take
their feeble minds off the state of their miserable lives! Ahhh!"

The Emperor of Rome gasped with pain as the girl tightened her grip on his
tautened balls.

"You like that, don't you, Claudius?" she purred. "The most powerful man in
the world at the mercy of a girl and you like it. Say you like it!"

She squeezed harder.

"I l..like it! I like it!" The man leant back, spreading his legs wider,
giving the girl greater access to the balls she was cruelly squashing with her
tiny hand. "P..p..p..please don't hurt me too much!"

The girl smiled. She knew he wanted more pain, more subjugation. "Tomorrow,"
she ordered, "you will take your miserable self and your miserable retinue to
Capri for the rest of the Summer. You will leave orders giving me complete
control over the Autumn Games. Do you understand?"

She squeezed harder. The Emperor was moaning in delicious agony. "Y..yes,
m..mistress Flavia. I un..understand!"

"Good!". The girl kept up the pressure on the man's burning balls, and her
other hand closed over his rampant cock. "Make sure there is no doubt that it
is I who will be in charge of the games," she ordered as she skilfully brought
the Emperor to the verge of sexual ecstasy.

"I w..will, I w..will!" he moaned, his mind a confused mixture of pain and
pleasure.

"Right," she said, and brought him off in a shuddering, spurting,
sense-reeling climax which left the man lying gasping on his couch drained,
floating on a sea of satisfied desires.

The girl stood over him. 'It's true,' she thought. 'She who controls the
Emperor's balls controls the Empire!'

..............

The arena was packed. Claudius rose and signalled for the games to begin.
Immediately, twenty platforms mounted on wheels were rolled in to the arena by
gangs of male slaves. Each platform was surmounted by a wooden 'X' cross.

As soon as the platforms were in position, twenty well-built, muscular young
men were led into the arena by twenty young maidens. The men had their hands
clasped behind their heads. A white heart had been painted on each of their
shaven chests, and every man was stark naked.

The girls wore short white tunics, belted at the waist and sandals. They led
their prisoners by cords tied round the men's ball sacs.

The audience watched with a buzz of excitement as each male was tied to a
cross at wrists and ankles by his female guard, so that his body was
spread-eagled on the frame of the cross.

Some of the men were crying, begging to be released, others awaited their fate
with dignity, and, much to the delight of the audience, several of the men had
enormous erections as the nubile young girls bound them to the frames.

To a fanfare of trumpets, four girl archers entered the arena. Each girl
carried a bow and five arrows. They bowed to the Emperor and took up their
positions on marks which were twenty paces from their helpless male victims.

"Wh..what is h..happening?" asked Claudius, as the girls drew their bows.

"Watch, you Majesty," said Flavia, "all will be revealed."

On a signal, the girls fired. Four arrows flew with unfailing accuracy from
the girls' bows and buried themselves in four manly chests. Red blood flowed
over white hearts as the men died where they hung.

The girls acknowledged the applause of the crowd, then retreated a further ten
paces from their targets.

Now the crowd caught on. Bets were being laid. Excitement was rising.

The remaining male targets were straining impotently at their bonds, some
crying in terror as they desperately tried to escape their fate at the hands
of the female archers. It was no use.

Four more arrows thudded into male flesh. Four men died.

At the next mark, one of the girls missed the heart target on her victim's
chest. Her arrow buried itself in a muscular shoulder instead. As the man
screamed in agony, the girls moved back a further ten paces. The girl who had
missed now had to use one of her remaining arrows to try to finish off her
wounded male victim.

Once more her arrow went wide. One of the other girls also missed her target.
Excitement increased. Betting became frantic as losers tried to cover their
losses by betting on one of the two girls who had killed all her victims with
her first arrows.

By mutual consent, the girls had left alive those men whose cocks were
thrusting outwards in an amazing display of throbbing male potency.

The Emperor's cock was also hard as Flavia played with his balls under his
voluminous toga. "They'll never h..hit the hearts from that range," he said as
the girl archers retreated almost to the far end of the arena. "Not even my
b..best b..bowmen could hit them from there!"

"But these are bowWOMEN," said Flavia. "At least one of them will hit!"

The girls bent their bows. They were now some sixty paces from their targets.
The men on the crosses cried, prayed, strained or just hung there in stunned
acceptance of their fate.

The girls fired. Five arrows sped through the air towards five helpless men.
All five struck home.

The crowds cheered as they saw the girls' arrows plunging into hard male
bodies. For one man it was the third strike, and this time he died. For
another it was a second strike, and he also died.

For the other two targets it was a first strike. One took his arrow smack in
the centre of the target heart and died immediately. The other gurgled in
agony as the girl's arrow missed his heart and smashed into his throat with
devastating effect. He was dead before the winner had collected her prize.

There were still three men left alive. Justina, the winning archer, held her
arms up towards Claudius. "Give her the thumbs down! These men are only
Christians!" said Flavia, giving the Emperor's balls a tiny squeeze. This
meant the men would die. The Emperor complied and the crowd's cheers drowned
out the pleas of the condemned young men.

>From a sheath strapped to her shapely thigh, Justina removed a bone-hilted
knife. The other three girl archers took up positions behind a male survivor.
As Justina approached the helpless young men, the girls reached beneath their
spread legs and massaged their balls until three male cocks strained upwards
in magnificent erections.

The girls' hands closed over the shafts of the throbbing cocks and began to
work up and down. One after the other the men came in came heaving spurts of
voided semen.

Then Justina struck. Disdainfully, the svelte young female's fingers closed on
each set of male genitals, lifted each flaccid cock and emptied balls clear of
male loins, then sliced down with her knife.

At the same time, the other girls wound thin thongs around the thick necks of
their male victims and pulled them tighter and tighter.

Their muscular bodies twisted and heaved against their bonds as blood poured
from the men's severed genitals, then gradually their struggles ceased as the
men slowly died at the hands of the merciless young women.

The crwd seethed with a mixture of horror and excitement as they watched the
shapely young girls strangle their muscular male victims. Claudius's cock was
straining for relief, but Flavia kept her hand on his balls. His own hand
reached for his shaft, but the girl stopped him.

"No!" she commanded, smiling with satisfaction as her order was instantly
obeyed. "There's more! Save yourself. It will be worth it." She gave the
Emperor's balls a hard, prolonged squeeze. "Watch what happens next!"

To be continued....