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Public Executions In The Arena

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yes, I hope all the extras were well-paid, I bet they weren't.
It must have been a huge exercise getting all that set up,
pretty scary if you were up the top, hanging like a ship's figurehead
(girl at top right of top pic) - health & safety not a big concern in those days!
Given the conditions in Italy in 1948, they were probably grateful just to be working.
"Fabiola" represented a return to the sort of historical epic films the Italians had bcome known for beginning with "Cabiria" in 1914. It was a very important film in the revival of the Italian cinema.
 
yes, I hope all the extras were well-paid, I bet they weren't.
It must have been a huge exercise getting all that set up,
pretty scary if you were up the top, hanging like a ship's figurehead
(girl at top right of top pic) - health & safety not a big concern in those days!

Talking of a ship's figurehead I've found this after much searching.
My fantasy built around this is a little different; the pirates have a harem of girls to serve the crew, one girl alone couldn't do it all herself, and when the ship goes into battle or raids a port a girl is tied as a figurehead to terrify thier opponents with their brutality. Most of the living figureheads don't survive the battle, so a new girl is required next time, hence the capture of young women from other ships or from raids ashore is kept up.
The pirate ship would be named the Maiden of the Seas.
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The year is 1567, the day Wednesday, and the time 6am Hannah Steinhauser didn’t sleep well that night. She had seen what happened to girls like her and had been part of the crowd that had seen girls like her tortured for hours and executed in brutal and sadistic ways and she was terrified. Having been sentenced earlier that day by the judge for having intercourse with the devil, the young girl’s eyes are full of fear, as she is roughly dragged slowly towards the scaffold which has been built specially in the centre of the small German town.


The air is cold and you can see the breath coming from Hannah’s mouth as she breaths her last day of air. The girl’s bare feet are dragged through mud as the soldiers hold her under her arms and half drag her and half carry her towards the place of execution. Sentenced to be publicly tortured and then impaled and burned to death, her suffering will be a long one and she cries and pleads with the soldiers. She looks around at the crowd, her eyes full of fear as if hoping that one of the jeering masses will rescue her from her fate. As she nears the scaffold she can see the place where she is to be tortured to death, she can see the many steps leading up to the platform and the strange looking equipment upon it, the large horizontal X cross standing like some terrifying alter, braziers, tables with strange equipment on them, all intended to cause her pain.


Hannah is beautiful, with long red hair hanging down over her slender shoulders, with freckles covering her tear stained face. She is wearing a long black tattered dress, which is covered in mud now as she is dragged up the stairs and onto the platform.


She is greeted by four people, two executioners whose job it will be to torture Hannah to death, as well as a priest and a judge. The executioners wear black leather masks and are huge bare chested men, and totally without any form of compassion or mercy. She looks around at the equipment on the tables, strange metal devices, long rods, and a strange thing’s that look like pears made out of metal but much bigger. Her eyes also see the huge cauldron of bubbling steaming oil and the raging fire beneath it. As well as a brazier which is burning fiercely and has many rods inside it glowing red hot, and the burning torches which lit up the platform in the early morning light. Hannah can hear the crowd jeering and shouting at the executioners to hurry up and torture the girl. It is well known that red headed girls are used by the devil and hide his sin and evil inside their bodies. It is only by inflicting pain on the body before death, that this sin and evil can be destroyed.


‘Hannah Steinhauser, you have been found guilty by this court of conducting sexual relations with the devil and thus allowing evil and sin to enter your body. It is the decision of the courts that in order to protect this town from the devil’s schemes that your body be tortured and cleansed from sin by being tortured to death by using fire and heat to destroy your body, may God have mercy on your soul child, you may now prepare the girl for torture.’


Hannah was already struggling against the soldiers who held her tightly, weeping and begging for mercy now and becoming frantic as the 2 torturers began to tear away her dress to reveal her naked milky white and freckled skin. First to be exposed were Hannah’s milky white breasts, small and flat they had small pointed dark red nipples. As they drew her dress down her body, Hannah tried to kick out and managed to kick one of the torturers who told her that for that she would surely suffer more pain. They pulled the dress off her legs revealing her totally naked slim young body. Hannah was very slim with long thin legs and lovely round bottom cheeks. Her skin was milky white almost ghost like. As she thrashed around and kicked out you could see the girls red hairy pubic triangle and fleshy lips of her labia as she kicked her legs around. Now the men lifted Hannah up who was thrashing around violently now and screaming her lungs out. They placed down onto the horizontal X cross on her back and quickly began securing her wrists and ankles to the 4 arms of the cross. Her skinny white legs and thighs were spread obscenely wide showing the crowd her tight labia lips which were spread open a little due to her wide spread legs.


She looked like a sacrifice upon an altar, and in many ways this is exactly what she was. Her wrists and ankles tied with ropes as she tried in vain to struggle free and lift herself from the cross. The crowd were loving it, watching her struggle and plead for mercy, as she screamed looking around, her head turning to see what would happen next. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, she so young and still had so much to live for and had not done the things they had accused her of. She wondered what the pain would be like, how long it would last and she was terrified of dying, especially slowly and in pain. Then as the clock of the town hall struck 7am,…it began.


She saw one of the torturers now move to the brazier and take out a long piece of wire that glowed white hot. He was wearing a thick leather glove on the hand holding the wire, which he carried over to Hannah and used his other hand to roughly spread apart Hannah’s tight smooth labia lips. Her legs were spread wide anyway due to the size and dimensions of the cross, and it was easy to find her urethra, as he crouched down looking into the depths of Hannah’s vagina, enjoying the deep red and pink folds of tender flesh. She was screaming as he very slowly and carefully pushed the still glowing wire into her tiny urethra. There was a sudden sizzling and crackling sound as the wire entered her tender tight hole. Her body though tied securely to the cross seemed to arch and spasm as the pain hit her. A scream of utter agony echoed around the town square as the torturer pushed to red hot glowing wire deep into her tender urethral channel until a full 6” of wire was inside her. The pain was unbearable as the wire cooked her urethra and seared the tender walls of her pee hole. They left the wire there for 10 minutes until it cooled down and was pulled out of her. Due to the wire being so hot it had melted her flesh and as it was pulled out little bits of the girl’s urethra were stuck to the wire. Then another 10” length of wire was heated until white hot, but this was thicker, almost 5mm in diameter. Again the gloved torturer found her urethra as the girl raises her head up to look at what was happening screaming as the pain from the other wire burns still racked her body. ‘Please no, stop, have mercy’ she cried as he spread her tight labia wide and pushed the tip of the wire inside her. More sizzling and crackling as smoke and stream again rose from between the girls thighs. Her body spasms and convulses and she vomits as 8” of the white hot wire is pushed inside her urethra, leaving just 2” protruding from the girls vaginal lips. Her pain is awful and her screams deafening as the wire again cooks the already cooked urethral walls. Her head rolls from side to side as she arches her back and attempts to free her body from the cross. After 10 minutes the wire is cool and again removed, and this process is repeated 5 times, until a 1cm in diameter glowing rod is pushed inside her urethra, stretching it as it cooks the ruined hole. Boys in the crowd have erections and girls look at the girl trying to imagine her pain. Her screams echo around the square as the rod slowly incinerates her insides. After 20 minutes this final rod is removed and water thrown over Hannah’s face to remove the vomit and make sure she didn’t faint.


Hannah was screaming and hysterical as the pain racked her young body, and the next torture was prepared. A huge metal vaginal torture pear had also been heated in the brazier and was now carried over to the girl again by the torturer using a gloved hand to prevent him from being burned. The pear was 8’’ in length and 3’’ in diameter when closed. There was a screw which allowed the pear which was made up of 3 separate parts like the petals of a flower, to be opened. When fully opened the pear grew to a huge 6’’in diameter, and the petals were also cruelly pointed at the end, meaning that when the pear was inserted in the victims vagina, these would first enter her cervix and when the pear was opened inside her vagina they would stretch and tear her cervix apart. The torturer carried the metal pear which glowed a deep orange colour over to the girl and again bent down between her legs. This time he used his fingers to spread her tender tight vaginal lips apart to get access to her little hole. He pushed the glowing pear inside her vagina and immediately the girls screams took a different and more frenzied note. The hot metal stuck to the girls vaginal lips and it was hard to push the pear into her requiring a great deal of pushing and force until the pear was fully inside her. The white hot metal cooking her vaginal walls and interior, her cervix being burned to a crisp too. Now the torturer began opening the pear inside the girls little vagina and stretching both her vaginal canal and also her cervix apart. The girls eyes bulged and her body went into little spasms as the thing grew inside her cooking her vaginal canal and cervix. It was hard for the torturer to fully open the pear and he battled to turn the handle until it was fully open. Hannah’s flat stomach bulged as the petals pushed her uterus and womb out and she looked like a pregnant woman. The thing was so hot and the pain unbearable as she screamed a constant and piercing scream. She was left with the pear fully opened inside her for 30 minutes until it had cooled down.


The pear was closed and then pulled out of her body which again meant that little pieces of vaginal flesh stuck to the surface of the pear, and more screams from the girl as the thing left her body. Hannah was mumbling not making any sense, perhaps begging for mercy, perhaps praying?


The torturers smiled as they knew her suffering had only started. Now the still screaming girl turned her head and saw the other torturer lowering a huge steel ladle into the cauldron. It contained boiling oil and he slowly walked over to the girl and held the steaming ladle of liquid over her flat chest. Slowly he began to pour the steaming bubbling oil over the girls small breasts and nipples. Smoke immediately rose from her skin as the boiling liquid burned her tender white skin. The oil searing her flesh which turned a deep red colour as the oil ran down over her stomach. Meanwhile the other torturer and been filling a ladle too, and he approached between Hannah’s pale white slender thighs as Hannah lifted her head, her eyes bulging in terror as she saw him pour the boiling oil over her labia. More smoke and more screaming from the girl, her body rolling from side to side as if trying to avoid the liquid. She was a living body of pain as the oil cooked her labia lips and clitoris, turning a deep red colour as the oil scorched and cooked the surface of her flesh. Then another ladle and another and another were poured over her young body, focussing on her labia and breasts. With each ladle, more smoke rose from the girls skin, and in the cold morning air, the crow could see smoke and steam rising from the girl’s body. Each ladle cooked her flesh deeper, until bubbles and blisters were visible. The girls nipples were raw and blistered, as yet another ladle was poured over her chest, and her labia and pubic area was also blistered and started to turn from red to black as her screams continued to pierce the morning air. In total 60 ladles of boiling oil were poured over her taking a full 2 hours to complete. At one point Hannah vomited and urinated causing more steam as her urine ran onto the platform. Her naked young body was raw red, and a blistered mess. Smoking and steaming like some hideous living piece of meat on a barbecue. The oil had cooked through the surface layer of skin and down to her epidermis and deeper down to her dermis layer causing deep and horrific burns. Now the torturers took small brushes made of wire and started to rub the girls burned blistered and bleeding flesh with the brushes. One focussed on her breasts, the wire tearing into her blistered nipples and tiny breasts. The other using his brush to destroy her clitoris and labia which were already blistered and raw from the boiling oil. She tried to arch her back from the X cross as they rubbed and scrubbed her flesh with the brushes. They did this for 1 hour until her body was cut to pieces, bloodied and raw.


Now one of the torturers took a flaming torch and carried it over to Hannah, he explained to her that he was going to hold it between her legs and cook the sin out of her. Hannah responded by shaking her head and muttering some incomprehensible words. The man walked slowly around to stand between hannah’s skinny wide open thighs and looked at her blacked, and blistered and bloodied vagina and labia. He now lowered the torch and thrust the burning head of the torch against her vagina. The flames licked at her labia like some demonic flamed creature, licking her with pain. She screams and her wrists and ankles strain at the ropes that secure her to the cross. The girls tender flesh that has been burned down almost to the muscle now suffers more burning as the fire eats her pussy. The man holds the torch against her pubic area for a full 30 minutes, which is now charred and black. Blisters on top of blisters now roasted again with fire.


The other torturer now starts to burn her breast area with another torch, he presses his flaming torch against first one and then the other breast of the girl. Burning the girls nipples to cinders, each breast being tortured for 30 minutes each until there is nothing left but blistered and blackened charred muscle and dermis. The girls screams become horrendous and some of the crowd vomit just watching the scene. As now the torturers take red hot heated knives and start to scrape the girls skin, peeling her tortured blistered and charred flesh which still steams and smokes from the heat. Peeling the bloodied and blistered flesh away in small strips and delighting in the girls agony. One of the cuts into her charred remains of her nipple and peels it away stripping her breasts of flesh. Another scrapes away at her blacked and blistered clitoris and labia, and also peels away the skin on her relatively so far unburned thighs and lower legs and peeling long strips of flesh away with the knives. The sound of tearing skin is a horrible one, as her skin and sinews and muscle are torn away from her limbs, breasts vagina and body. Some of the crowd fainted seeing this done to the poor girl’s body. Then returning to the boiling and bubbling oil they this time used a large bucket to carry a large amount of steaming smoking liquid over to the girl and evenly poured it over her chest, stomach, genitals and thighs allowing the steaming liquid to run all over her tortured frame. Her scream were like an animal as her bloodies and blackened and blistered body was further scorched and cooked with the oil. The girls hands began opening and closing and her body spasms and convulses, as the oil cooks a further layer of the girls flesh almost to the bone.


Finally after 5 hours of torture they untied the girl and lift her bloodied, still steaming and smoking charred body off the X cross and over to a metal stake which stands at the front of the scaffold. Hannah’s face was untouched, but the other parts of her that had been tortured were a blackened and reddened mess of blistered and torn flesh. She looked barely human. They carried the girl over to the stake which is 140cm high and some 2’’ in diameter with a rounded tip. They torturers open the girls legs wide lift the girl onto the stake so that the oiled tip enters her tiny vagina. They then hold the girls legs and pull the girl down onto the stake as she slides down the stake, the tip of the stake entering her cervix and deeper into her womb. She can barely scream now, pain is all she knows as she stares out at the crowd. She attempts to use her feet to push herself off the stake but it is no use as the stake penetrates deep into her womb. She throws her head back and screams as she feels the stake inside her, invading her. Many large bundles of dry wood and kindling are now placed at the base of the stake and this is now lit and slowly catches fire, until a large and fierce fire burns at her feet. Her struggling becomes frantic as she feels the heat burning the soles of her feet, and her screaming intensifies as the flames lick at her young body. Her legs starting to cook and steam, the flames rising to lick at her inner thighs and licking around her vagina. The flames rise further cooking her buttocks and back until she is engulfed in flames. Just her head and upper torso can be seen as she screams in utter agony, as her naked body is burned to ashes. It takes 40 minutes for her screams to stop and the flames to die down. She is dead, finally her body merely charred black, resembling a human made of charcoal. Only her face is untouched, her eyes still bulging, her mouth open wide as she died screaming. Hannah is left there, for the birds to eat, and the insects to feed off. The crowd have enjoyed seeing her suffer in agony and look forward to seeing the many other victims suffer too the next few days.
 
The year is 1567, the day Wednesday, and the time 6am Hannah Steinhauser didn’t sleep well that night. She had seen what happened to girls like her and had been part of the crowd that had seen girls like her tortured for hours and executed in brutal and sadistic ways and she was terrified. Having been sentenced earlier that day by the judge for having intercourse with the devil, the young girl’s eyes are full of fear, as she is roughly dragged slowly towards the scaffold which has been built specially in the centre of the small German town.

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Welcome to the writers! I have the impression that is a report, not a story. Thats right?
 
The poor Hannah faced a really terrible ordeal! It's incredible that she survived for such a long time being tortured so savagely.
 
stretch and tear her cervix apart
It's a lethal wound, by the way...
The white hot metal cooking her vaginal walls and interior
Painful shock can cause heart failure...
Hannah’s flat stomach bulged as the petals pushed her uterus and womb out and she looked like a pregnant woman
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Take a look... What is the size of this pear?
little pieces of vaginal flesh stuck to the surface of the pear
This is the limit...:doh:

I apologize for criticizing...
 
Could You Stomach the Horrors of 'Halftime' in Ancient Rome?


The enormous arena was empty, save for the seesaws and the dozens of condemned criminals who sat naked upon them, hands tied behind their backs. Unfamiliar with the recently invented contraptions known as petaurua, the men tested the seesaws uneasily. One criminal would push off the ground and suddenly find himself 15 feet in the air while his partner on the other side of the seesaw descended swiftly to the ground. How strange.

In the stands, tens of thousands of Roman citizens waited with half-bored curiosity to see what would happen next and whether it would be interesting enough to keep them in their seats until the next part of the "big show" began.

With a flourish, trapdoors in the floor of the arena were opened, and lions, bears, wild boars and leopards rushed into the arena. The starved animals bounded toward the terrified criminals, who attempted to leap away from the beasts' snapping jaws. But as one helpless man flung himself upward and out of harm's way, his partner on the other side of the seesaw was sent crashing down into the seething mass of claws, teeth and fur.

The crowd of Romans began to laugh at the dark antics before them. Soon, they were clapping and yelling, placing bets on which criminal would die first, which one would last longest and which one would ultimately be chosen by the largest lion, who was still prowling the outskirts of the arena's pure white sand. [See Photos of the Combat Sports Played in Ancient Rome]

And with that, another "halftime show" of damnatio ad bestias succeeded in serving its purpose: to keep the jaded Roman population glued to their seats, to the delight of the event's scheming organizer.


Welcome to the show

The Roman Games were the Super Bowl Sundays of their time. They gave their ever-changing sponsors and organizers (known as editors) an enormously powerful platform to promote their views and philosophies to the widest spectrum of Romans. All of Rome came to the Games: rich and poor, men and women, children and the noble elite alike. They were all eager to witness the unique spectacles each new game promised its audience.

To the editors, the Games represented power, money and opportunity. Politicians and aspiring noblemen spent unthinkable sums on the Games they sponsored in the hopes of swaying public opinion in their favor, courting votes, and/or disposing of any person or warring faction they wanted out of the way.

The more extreme and fantastic the spectacles, the more popular the Games with the general public, and the more popular the Games, the more influence the editor could have. Because the Games could make or break the reputation of their organizers, editors planned every last detail meticulously.

Thanks to films like "Ben-Hur" and "Gladiator," the two most popular elements of the Roman Games are well known even to this day: the chariot races and the gladiator fights. Other elements of the Roman Games have also translated into modern times without much change: theatrical plays put on by costumed actors, concerts with trained musicians, and parades of much-cared-for exotic animals from the city's private zoos.

But much less discussed, and indeed largely forgotten, is the spectacle that kept the Roman audiences in their seats through the sweltering midafternoon heat: the blood-spattered halftime show known as damnatio ad bestias — literally "condemnation by beasts" — orchestrated by men known as the bestiarii.


Super Bowl 242 B.C: How the Games Became So Brutal

The cultural juggernaut known as the Roman Games began in 242 B.C., when two sons decided to celebrate their father's life by ordering slaves to battle each other to the death at his funeral. This new variation of ancient munera (a tribute to the dead) struck a chord within the developing republic. Soon, other members of the wealthy classes began to incorporate this type of slave fighting into their own munera. The practice evolved over time — with new formats, rules, specialized weapons, etc. — until the Roman Games as we now know them were born.

In 189 B.C., a consul named M. Fulvius Nobilior decided to do something different. In addition to the gladiator duels that had become common, he introduced an animal act that would see humans fight both lions and panthers to the death. Big-game hunting was not a part of Roman culture; Romans only attacked large animals to protect themselves, their families or their crops. Nobilior realized that the spectacle of animals fighting humans would add a cheap and unique flourish to this fantastic new pastime. Nobilior aimed to make an impression, and he succeeded. [Photos: Gladiators of the Roman Empire]

With the birth of the first "animal program," an uneasy milestone was achieved in the evolution of the Roman Games: the point at which a human being faced a snarling pack of starved beasts, and every laughing spectator in the crowd chanted for the big cats to win, the point at which the republic's obligation to make a man's death a fair or honorable one began to be outweighed by the entertainment value of watching him die.

Twenty-two years later, in 167 B.C., Aemlilus Paullus would give Rome its first damnatio ad bestias when he rounded up army deserters and had them crushed, one by one, under the heavy feet of elephants. "The act was done publicly," historian Alison Futrell noted in her book "Blood in the Arena," "a harsh object lesson for those challenging Roman authority."

The "satisfaction and relief" Romans would feel watching someone considered lower than themselves be thrown to the beasts would become, as historian Garrett G. Fagan noted in his book "The Lure of the Arena," a "central … facet of the experience [of the Roman Games. … a feeling of shared empowerment and validation … " In those moments, Rome began the transition into the self-indulgent decadence that would come to define all that we associate with the great society's demise.


The Role of Julius Caesar

General Julius Caesar proved to be the first true maestro of the Games. He understood how these events could be manipulated to inspire fear, loyalty and patriotism, and began to stage the Games in new and ingenious ways. For example, Caesar was the first to arrange fights between recently captured armies, gaining firsthand knowledge of the fighting techniques used by these conquered people and providing him with powerful insights to aid future Roman conquests, all the while demonstrating the republic's own superiority to the roaring crowd of Romans. After all, what other city was powerful enough to command foreign armies to fight each other to the death, solely for their viewing pleasure?

Caesar used exotic animals from newly conquered territories to educate Romans about the empire's expansion. In one of his games, "Animals for Show and Pleasure in Ancient Rome" author George Jennison notes that Caesar orchestrated "a hunt of four hundred lions, fights between elephants and infantry … [and] bull fighting by mounted Thessalians." Later, the first-ever giraffes seen in Rome arrived — a gift to Caesar himself from a love-struck Cleopatra.

To execute his very specific visions, Caesar relied heavily on the bestiarii — men who were paid to house, manage, breed, train and sometimes fight the bizarre menagerie of animals collected for the Games.

Managing and training this ever-changing influx of beasts was not an easy task for the bestiarii. Wild animals are born with a natural hesitancy, and without training, they would usually cower and hide when forced into the arena's center. For example, it is not a natural instinct for a lion to attack and eat a human being, let alone to do so in front of a crowd of 100,000 screaming Roman men, women and children! And yet, in Rome's ever-more-violent culture, disappointing an editor would spell certain death for the low-ranking bestiarii.

To avoid being executed themselves, bestiarii met the challenge. They developed detailed training regimens to ensure their animals would act as requested, feeding arena-born animals a diet compromised solely of human flesh, breeding their best animals, and allowing their weaker and smaller stock to be killed in the arena. Bestiarii even went so far as to instruct condemned men and women on how to behave in the ring to guarantee a quick death for themselves — and a better show. The bestiarii could leave nothing to chance.

As their reputations grew, bestiarii were given the power to independently devise new and even more audacious spectacles for the ludi meridiani (midday executions). And by the time the Roman Games had grown popular enough to fill 250,000-seat arenas, the work of the bestiarii had become a twisted art form.

As the Roman Empire grew, so did the ambition and arrogance of its leaders. And the more arrogant, egotistic and unhinged the leader in power, the more spectacular the Games would become. Who better than the bestiarii to aid these despots in taking their version of the Roman Games to new, ever-more grotesque heights?


Caligula Amplified the Cruelty

Animal spectacles became bigger, more elaborate, and more flamboyantly cruel. Damnatio ad bestias became the preferred method of executing criminals and enemies alike. So important where the bestiarii's contribution, that when butcher meat became prohibitively expensive, Emperor Caligula ordered that all of Rome's prisoners "be devoured" by the bestiarii's packs of starving animals. In his masterwork De Vita Caesarum, Roman historian Gaius Suetonius Tranquillus (b. 69 A.D.) tells of how Caligula sentenced the men to death "without examining the charges" to see if death was a fitting punishment, but rather by "merely taking his place in the middle of a colonnade, he bade them be led away 'from baldhead to baldhead,'"(It should also be noted that Caligula used the funds originally earmarked for feeding the animals and the prisoners to construct temples he was building in his own honor!)

To meet this ever-growing pressure to keep the Roman crowds happy and engaged by bloodshed, bestiarii were forced to consistently invent new ways to kill. They devised elaborate contraptions and platforms to give prisoners the illusion they could save themselves — only to have the structures collapse at the worst possible moments, dropping the condemned into a waiting pack of starved animals. Prisoners were tied to boxes, lashed to stakes, wheeled out on dollies and nailed to crosses, and then, prior to the animals' release, the action was paused so that bets could be made in the crowd about which of the helpless men would be devoured first.

Perhaps most popular — as well as the most difficult to pull off — were the re-creations of death scenes from famous myths and legends. A single bestiarius might spend months training an eagle in the art of removing a thrashing man's organs (a la the myth of Prometheus).

The halftime show of damnatio ad bestias became so notorious that it was common for prisoners to attempt suicide to avoid facing the horrors they knew awaited them. Roman philosopher and statesmen Seneca recorded a story of a German prisoner who, rather than be killed in a bestiarius' show, killed himself by forcing a communally used prison lavatory sponge down his throat. One prisoner who refused to walk into the arena was placed on a cart and wheeled in; the prisoner thrust his own head between the spokes of its wheels, preferring to break his own neck than to face whatever horrors the bestiarius had planned for him.

It is in this era that Rome saw the rise of its most famous bestiarius, Carpophorus, "The King of the Beasts."


The Rise of a Beast Master

Carpophorus was celebrated not only for training the animals that were set upon the enemies, criminals and Christians of Rome, but also for famously taking to the center of the arena to battle the most fearsome creatures himself.

He triumphed in one match that pitted him against a bear, a lion and a leopard, all of which were released to attack him at once. Another time, he killed 20 separate animals in one battle, using only his bare hands as weapons. His power over animals was so unmatched that the poet Martial wrote odes to Carpophorus.

"If the ages of old, Caesar, in which a barbarous earth brought forth wild monsters, had produced Carpophorus," he wrote in his best known work, Epigrams. "Marathon would not have feared her bull, nor leafy Nemea her lion, nor Arcadians the boar of Maenalus. When he armed his hands, the Hydra would have met a single death; one stroke of his would have sufficed for the entire Chimaera. He could yoke the fire-bearing bulls without the Colchian; he could conquer both the beasts of Pasiphae. If the ancient tale of the sea monster were recalled, he would release Hesione and Andromeda single-handed. Let the glory of Hercules' achievement be numbered: it is more to have subdued twice ten wild beasts at one time."

To have his work compared so fawningly to battles with some of Rome’s most notorious mythological beast sheds some light on the astounding work Carpophorus was doing within the arena, but he gained fame as well for his animal work behind the scenes. Perhaps most shockingly, it was said that he was among the few bestiarii who could command animals to rape human beings, including bulls, zebras, stallions, wild boars and giraffes, among others. This crowd-pleasing trick allowed his editors to create ludi meridiani that could not only combine sex and death but also claim to be honoring the god Jupiter. After all, in Roman mythology, Jupiter took many animal forms to have his way with human women.

Historians still debate how common of an occurrence public bestiality was at the Roman Games — and especially whether forced bestiality was used as a form of execution — but poets and artists of the time wrote and painted about the spectacle with a shocked awe.

"Believe that Pasiphae coupled with the Dictaean bull!" Martial wrote. "We've seen it! The Ancient Myth has been confirmed! Hoary antiquity, Caesar, should not marvel at itself: whatever Fame sings of, the arena presents to you."


The 'Gladiator' Commodus

The Roman Games and the work of the bestiarii may have reached their apex during the reign of Emperor Commodus, which began in 180 AD. By that time, the relationship between the emperors and the Senate had disintegrated to a point of near-complete dysfunction. The wealthy, powerful and spoiled emperors began acting out in such debauched and deluded ways that even the working class "plebs" of Rome were unnerved. But even in this heightened environment, Commodus served as an extreme.

Having little interest in running the empire, he left most of the day-to-day decisions to a prefect, while Commodus himself indulged in living a very public life of debauchery. His harem contained 300 girls and 300 boys (some of whom it was said had so bewitched the emperor as he passed them on the street that he felt compelled to order their kidnapping). But if there was one thing that commanded Commodus' obsession above all else, it was the Roman Games. He didn't just want to put on the greatest Games in the history of Rome; he wanted to be the star of them, too.

Commodus began to fight as a gladiator. Sometimes, he arrived dressed in lion pelts, to evoke Roman hero Hercules; other times, he entered the ring absolutely naked to fight his opponents. To ensure a victory, Commodus only fought amputees and wounded soldiers (all of whom were given only flimsy wooden weapons to defend themselves). In one dramatic case recorded in Scriptores Historiae Augustae, Commodus ordered that all people missing their feet be gathered from the Roman streets and be brought to the arena, where he commanded that they be tethered together in the rough shape of a human body. Commodus then entered the arena's center ring, and clubbed the entire group to death, before announcing proudly that he had killed a giant.

But being a gladiator wasn't enough for him. Commodus wanted to rule the halftime show as well, so he set about creating a spectacle that would feature him as a great bestiarius. He not only killed numerous animals — including lions, elephants, ostriches and giraffes, among others, all of which had to be tethered or injured to ensure the emperor's success — but also killed bestiarii whom he felt were rivals (including Julius Alexander, a bestiarius who had grown beloved in Rome for his ability to kill an untethered lion with a javelin from horseback). Commodus once made all of Rome sit and watch in the blazing midday sun as he killed 100 bears in a row — and then made the city pay him 1 millions esterces (ancient Roman coins) for the (unsolicited) favor.

By the time Commodus demanded the city of Rome be renamed Colonia Commodiana ("City of Commodus") — Scriptores Historiae Augustae, noted that not only did the Senate "pass this resolution, but … at the same time [gave] Commodus the name Hercules, and [called] him a god" — a conspiracy was already afoot to kill the mad leader. A motley crew of assassins — including his court chamberlain, Commodus' favorite concubine, and "an athlete called Narcissus, who was employed as Commodus' wrestling partner" — joined forces to kill him and end his unhinged reign. His death was supposed to restore balance and rationality to Rome — but it didn't. By then, Rome was broken — bloody, chaotic and unable to stop its death spiral.

In an ultimate irony, reformers who stood up to oppose the culture's violent and debauched disorder were often punished by death at the hands of the bestiarii, their deaths cheered on by the very same Romans whom they were trying to protect and save from destruction.


The Death of the Games and the Rise of Christianity

As the Roman Empire declined, so did the size, scope and brutality of its Games. However, it seems fitting that one of the most powerful seeds of the empire's downfall could be found within its ultimate sign of contempt and power — the halftime show of damnatio ad bestias.

Early Christians were among the most popular victims in ludi meridiani. The emperors who condemned these men, women and children to public death by beasts did so with the obvious hope that the spectacle would be so horrifying and humiliating that it would discourage any other Romans from converting to Christianity.

Little did they realize that the tales of brave Christians facing certain death with grace, power and humility made them some of the earliest martyr stories. Nor could they have imagined that these oft-repeated narratives would then serve as invaluable tools to drive more people toward the Christian faith for centuries to come.

In the end, who could have ever imagined that these near-forgotten "halftime shows" might prove to have a more lasting impact on the world than the gladiators and chariot races that had overshadowed the bestiarii for their entire existence?

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TWO YOUNG CHRISTIAN VIRGINS CONDEMNED AD BESTIAS

Alcestis and Cassiopeia were two young virgins living in Antiochia in Pisidia (today: Antakya, Turkey) towards the end of the 3rd Century. They became Christians but concealed this from their friends and relatives.

In 304, during the persecution of Emperor Diocletianus, they were arrested, taken to Nicomedia, and exposed to wild beasts in the local arena.
 
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