Gladiator
a Terrible Tale from Ancient Rome
As the mighty Nubian slave watched what was going on out there on the sand,
the beautiful young Christian martyr being stripped, shown the dreadful impaling spike,
spreadeagled on the sand ready for her martyrdom
he felt uneasy, quite sick at the idea of what he had to do.
He was trained to fight strong men, he'd triumphed in yesterday's contests,
but this - oh this - was too dreadful to imagine.
But he knew all too well the price of disobedience.
Now the buxom body was penetrated by the spit,
laid on the fire-irons, turned slowly above the fire,
her slow, hideous agony was beginning.
With a sigh, the invincible warrior strode out into the blazing sun,
wielding his mighty, razor-keen sword.
The crowd - primed to expect something new, something sensational -
roared in excited expectation.
He stood by the slowly turning, still living, still softly moaning, specimen of perfect girlhood,
saw the sweat and grease oozing from her flesh, sizzling on the fire,
the redness of her soft breasts and buttocks, slowly roasting as they felt the flames.
Suppressing his reluctance, he raised his sword, swung it through the smoky air,
sliced a whole steak from the victim's rump. He held it in the fire a few moments,
then began to eat. Reluctant as he was, he had to admit, it tasted good.
He took another slice, and another - the third from her breast.
The crowd were howling with glee, urging him on,
hands waved with thumbs up all around the Colosseum,
expressing delight at the luscious spectacle their Emperor had provided for them.
Nero threw a bag of golden coins to the Nubian giant,
along with a free slavegirl voucher redeemable at the Forum,
and granted him his freedom forthwith.
The Nubian looked at the still-twitching carcass of girlflesh -
boy, was he gladiator!