Barb’s deafening scream echoed around the interior of the amphitheater. In the tremulous agony of her voice, all could sense the deep, ripping pain that must have overwhelmed her mind and body. Many, including not a few of the hardened sadists, cringed at hearing so explicitly this cry of human suffering.
In the Imperial Box, the guests also heard a broken-hearted groan from the girl's father in answer to her cry. Galerius looked around in satisfaction at his would-be assassin suffering. When he did, he couldn't help but notice the massive bulge in the man's crotch. The opportunity to humiliate his enemy was too delicious for the pitiless youth to pass up.
“Videte, omnes (Look, Everyone)!” he shouted. "The Goth father is aroused by the sight of his daughter being raped! I’ll bet he would give anything to be the one ravaging her now. These Germans are such barbarian animals!"
All eyes in the Box turned, and much laughter and derision followed. But, no matter how he tried, Friþugairns could not restrain the evidence of his raging desire.
"Guards," said Galerius, "take down his trousers. Make him comfortable." For once, a joke of Galerius drew sincere laughter. Calistus nodded to the soldiers to do as the youth asked. They ripped off his pants and exposed the headman's erect and throbbing member.
Galerius leaned over to his father and whispered something. There was a brief exchange, and the Praeses nodded his head in agreement.
Back on the arena floor, Maximinus had drawn a little back before driving in again, this time to the hilt, rewarded by another tortured shriek. He was sure something in the girl had ruptured or torn, but he cared little. She was a piece of meat for his pleasure now and a piece of meat to hang on the cross shortly.
Fully embedded and well lubricated by a mixture of the tallow and her blood, he began a set of brutal full-length thrusts into her womb. Quintus released her hips and moved his hands to attack the girl's breasts. He pinched down hard on the ultra-sensitive flesh to inflict more pain. Then, increasing the impact of his thrusts, he leaned down, sucked a delicate nub into his mouth, and bit down hard. Again Barb screamed in pain and, this time, to his pleasure, thrust her midsection upward.
Driving hard, Maximinus was getting closer now, and the tendons in his neck bulged as he strained at his task. He settled into a firm, steady rhythm, unmercifully pounding the girl's cunt. The crowd picked up his motion, and a few began clapping in time with his sexual thrusts. More joined in, and soon the whole arena was keeping time with the rape of the Goth.
Quintus began to speed up, and the mob cheered louder. Barb’s screams were reduced to pitiful gasps of pain as she felt her love box being destroyed. Now, the tortured girl began to pray for death.
With a pair of massive drives, Maximinus climaxed and shot his seed into her ravaged womb. The crowd responded with loud cheers.
