Chapter 46
After Marius had left, both Aulus and Domitia made libations by sprinkling wine over the sobbing girl. Then they too left, leaving Amabilia with the priest and the five liberti. And of course also Julia, who was trying to comfort the girl.
The liberti soon were organized to stand around the girl and one by one they would take out their cocks and shove it into the girl to sprinkle her insides with semen. Amabilia wept as she was violated again and again, this time without any attempt to make her experience lust from it. Even the old man Canus took out his cock and shoved his erection into her. Amabilia had always regarded him as a father, since he had often comforted her when she was still a child. He had always been friendly with her and even when she was punished for mistakes, he often had made sure she was only punished lightly. The old man felt sorry for her and her fate, but he was also greatly enjoying the sensation of a young vagina squeezing around his shaft. Besides, why not take a little care of her in this way as it would likely be the last thing he could do for her. So he fucked her with decency and care, trying to make her enjoy it. Soon his semen was added to the rest, forming a pool of slimy seed inside her vagina and womb. A gift for the gods in this ancient fertility ritual.
When the men left, except for the priest and Julia, the girl was silently sobbing and she felt broken. Her vagina was aching and she felt so dirty and used, the humiliation was so complete, she wanted to die at this point. She was freshened up a little by Julia, who washed her face. But once she was coming around, the next humiliation was thrown at her. The priest came up with a rhyton (libation cup).
It was made of silver and gold and it looked very old. The bottom was shaped like a bull’s head, but without the horns. The top was shaped like a tapered cup, adorned with images of men and women drinking from similar cups. But this artefact wasn’t for drinking, or at least not anymore. It was a ritual cup and Amabilia was shocked to discover how it was used. The priest held the bull’s head against her crotch. She gasped as the cold metal was pressing against her swollen and semen covered slit. But she wailed even louder as he pushed harder, wiggling the large silver object and slowly forcing it into her vagina. She gave a loud scream when the silver bull’s head forced her vaginal entrance wider than anything ever had before. It hurt so bad and it was so cold, she arched her back and kicked against the ropes holding her down. And if Julia had not held her head she would have banged her head onto the table in pure agony.
When the bottom of the cup was inserted into the girl, the upper part stuck out like an inverted horn or receptacle and soon the purpose would become clear. The priest held a little flask, made from blue tinted glass, and when he poured the contents into the horn, he spoke a ritual formula:
“Iumentis, conceptus ovium tempus, fetura, admissura, plus fetus, fertilis erit.”
(Translation: Livestock, breeding season, breed, breed, more offspring, be fertile)
Amabilia watched and gasped as she saw the contents of the flask dripping into the cup. The liquid was white and slimy and she recognized semen.
“What is that?” she whimpered. But neither the priest nor Julia answered. A second flask was poured into the cup, with the same chant performed by the priest. The girl whimpered as she felt something cold inside her heated vagina, the liquid slowly seeping into her by means of the open nostrils of the shaped bull’s head inside her vagina.
A third flask was emptied into the horn, this time with the largest amount of semen. The priest now added something to his chant, saying the words “bovis, canis, equus.” Which meant cow, dog and horse. Amabilia started to fight against her bonds again, yelling that she didn’t want that inside her. She understood it had been semen from animals the priest had poured inside her like some horrible libation and she was so disgusted by it, it sensed almost like her crotch was on fire. It wasn’t though and her body heat was enough to warm the semen and make it impossible for her to sense anymore. It was just the idea that made her panic, the idea of having animal semen inside her body.
“Oh goddess, bless this seed, bless this household, bless this family,” chanted the priest while he sprinkled more wine on Amabilia’s writhing body. Julia again wiped her face with cool wet cloth to calm her down. But as soon as she stopped writhing, which had greatly helped the semen entering her body, the priest took hold of the silver rhyton and began to turn and pull at it until it slipped painfully from Amabilia’s little cunt.
He then quickly took a large wooden pestle and pressed that against the girl’s leaking vulva. Amabilia cried out when the large object was forced into her vagina, forming a plug to keep all the semen of men and livestock inside of her.
Julia washed the girl’s face and whispered softly, that she was alright, that no damage was done. She knew of course the most terrible things were still to happen, but she tried to calm Amabilia, feeling very sorry for the girl.
They released the girl from the table and supported her while she was put on her feet. Amabilia could barely stand at this point and was shaking all over. The wooden object inside her vagina felt weird. She felt full, but also closed. The thin end of the wooden object was barely visible between her legs, only sticking out a small amount.
The priest and Julia each supported the girl by her arms as they accompanied her out of the room, down the stairs and into the courtyard. Walking was very awkward as the pestle inside her vagina moved with every step she took. But it kept plugging her most effectively as almost no semen escaped from her vagina.
In the courtyard a lot of people had gathered, mostly people living and working in the villa, but also people from other places at the estate. A crowd of almost fifty people, all looking at the naked girl, clapping their hands, singing, adorned with flowers. In the centre of the courtyard a bench had been placed and Amabilia was instructed to straddle it. As she was forced to sit down on the bench, with her legs on either side of it, she yelped as this caused the pestle to push a lot deeper into her vagina. But as they made her lie down forward, the wooden peg slipped on the wooden bench and stuck out of her vagina again.
“Remember,” said the priest with a loud voice, “do not disturb the object inside her front sheath. Her other openings are available.”
Amabilia felt a chilling inside as she listened to the words that were well received with applause and cheering. Two slaves had been appointed to tie ropes around Amabilia’s upper body, locking her in place on the bench that she was lying on. Her butt stuck out on one end of the bench, her head at the other end. Next they also tied her wrists together under the bench and her ankles were tied to the legs of the bench. She was immobilized and open for anyone wanting her. And apparently the gladiators were the first to go as they gathered around the young woman, dropping their undergarments and receiving applause for their impressive erections.
