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When the Decanus finished, the Praeses called the Centurion over. They held a whispered conversation while the Governor pointed at the Goth leader. Calixtus looked unhappy but nodded his head obediently. Galerius, meanwhile, watched and had to hold his hand over his mouth to muffle his loud giggles. When the conversation finished, Gaius walked over to the Goth and had his men release him. They immediately tightly tied his hands behind, and three of them led him to the stairs and down to the arena floor.
Galerius could no longer hold in his glee. “We have decided to take pity on the old Goth’s frustratio (frustration, keeping back from the desired goal),” he chortled. “His whore of a daughter will relieve his intensio (spasm or strain).” The guests broke out in riotous laughter at the intended humiliation of the man and his daughter. Several of the men began to think Galerius was not all bad.

Calixtus followed the group down and spoke to the Optio. As he listened, a broad smile formed on Mogurix's face. He and his men took charge of the leader, and Gaius and his men returned to the Box.
The Optio had Friþugairns taken over to where Barbaria lay panting and crying on the ground. Her legs were still spread, showing her bloody pussy. Her full breasts, marred with bite marks from Quintus, heaved on her chest. The old Goth couldn’t take his eyes off her lush, sexy body, no matter how hard he tried. His cock grew even more erect.

"Get her on her knees and over here," Mogurix ordered. The men raised Barbaria, but she was only semi-conscious, moaning in agony from the destruction of her vagina. She hung her head and was barely aware of what was happening around her.
The Optio had two others grab her father's arms and hold him facing his daughter, now right in front of him, her face only inches from his cockmeat. Friþugairns tried his best to resist and cried, “NI! NI!” But, bound and held by several strong soldiers he could not break loose. Despite his every mental effort otherwise, his manhood strained with desire as he saw his beautiful, naked daughter bound on her knees before him. He wanted to thrust forward every bit as much as he wanted to recoil.

Mogurix stood back and raised his voice to address the crowd.
“This man here claims to be the father of the Goth bitch. I say ‘claims’ because no one can be sure of parentage among these barbarians. Those German futurtrices (female fuckers) like her will ride anything with a prick.” The mob erupted in laughter. “Be that as it may, you can see that the old man has his tool out and ready for the bitch. I fear, however, that there is not much left of her sex down below to grasp anything smaller than a tentorium polus (tent pole).” This spurred more derisive laughter at the expense of Barb’s vaginal damage. “Therefore, we shall let her satisfy her father’s need and quench her own insatiably sexual thirst with her mouth!” Loud cheers answered the news.
"... Friþugairns tried his best to resist and cried, “NI! NI!- Methinks the dirty minded Goth doth protest too much!
 
The Optio looked to Barbaria. She was kneeling, slumped down, only upright because her guards were holding up her patibulum. He thought of the ordeals she had endured just today, flogging, carrying the beam through the street to here, and the violent rape by Quintus. But Mogurix felt no pity, only satisfaction at the pain he’d helped inflict on German scum. Rarely had he enjoyed his work so much. Now, he relished the opportunity to drag her through the mud one more time before her death on the cross.
"Get the bitch’s head up and her mouth open," he ordered. "The whore has one more man to please before she rides the cross. And she will get to swallow a last supper!"

Quintus had gotten re-clothed, and he came up behind to hold the girl's head. One might think he would feel some tenderness to Barb after enjoying mind-blowing sex with her. But he regarded the girl as just a piece of meat to beat up and then kill. Her beauty was only a spur to him to subject the sexy bitch to more abuse.
The Decanus grabbed her head and raised it so she could see the red cockhead, now oozing pre-cum, just inches from her face. Barbaria recoiled at the gross sight. Then Quintus tilted her head up further, forcing her eyes to run up the tall, Germanic clothed male torso. She gasped as she saw the large man who would rape her face. Then, she viewed towering over her, her father's face. The man she had idolized since a little child. The man with whom she had finally been reunited after that painful separation, the leader of her people. But now, she did not see the kindly expression of love and wisdom she so loved. Instead, his face was distorted with lust and guilt. "FADAR!" she screamed in horror as she uselessly tugged at her bindings. Unable to think straight in her sea of pain, the girl saw only the threatening cock and her own father’s face, hot with desire. She didn’t notice how he was tied, only that his erect penis was in her face, drooling with desire. How could he! “NI! NI! NI!” she begged. Surely her own father would not be another man to abuse her!

Of course, her own father desperately wanted not to abuse his daughter. But he was tied and stripped and held right before this beautiful girl, kneeling helplessly on the ground. She looked so desirable that his body seemed out of control. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed a woman’s tender comfort. And this woman before him, almost a stranger and yet his daughter, excited his desires more than he had known in a dozen years. Looking down on a beautiful face and the full, ripe tits caused his hormones to moan and his cock to stretch out with desire. He stared at her sensuous mouth and full, soft lips with raging lust. He could not stop his mind from imagining the feel of her soft, wet mouth on his super-sensitive member.
 
Mogurix felt no pity, only satisfaction at the pain he’d helped inflict on German scum. Rarely had he enjoyed his work so much. Now, he relished the opportunity to drag her through the mud one more time before her death on the cross.
Isn’t anyone going to give her a break?
 
The Optio looked to Barbaria. She was kneeling, slumped down, only upright because her guards were holding up her patibulum. He thought of the ordeals she had endured just today, flogging, carrying the beam through the street to here, and the violent rape by Quintus. But Mogurix felt no pity, only satisfaction at the pain he’d helped inflict on German scum. Rarely had he enjoyed his work so much. Now, he relished the opportunity to drag her through the mud one more time before her death on the cross.
"Get the bitch’s head up and her mouth open," he ordered. "The whore has one more man to please before she rides the cross. And she will get to swallow a last supper!"

Quintus had gotten re-clothed, and he came up behind to hold the girl's head. One might think he would feel some tenderness to Barb after enjoying mind-blowing sex with her. But he regarded the girl as just a piece of meat to beat up and then kill. Her beauty was only a spur to him to subject the sexy bitch to more abuse.
The Decanus grabbed her head and raised it so she could see the red cockhead, now oozing pre-cum, just inches from her face. Barbaria recoiled at the gross sight. Then Quintus tilted her head up further, forcing her eyes to run up the tall, Germanic clothed male torso. She gasped as she saw the large man who would rape her face. Then, she viewed towering over her, her father's face. The man she had idolized since a little child. The man with whom she had finally been reunited after that painful separation, the leader of her people. But now, she did not see the kindly expression of love and wisdom she so loved. Instead, his face was distorted with lust and guilt. "FADAR!" she screamed in horror as she uselessly tugged at her bindings. Unable to think straight in her sea of pain, the girl saw only the threatening cock and her own father’s face, hot with desire. She didn’t notice how he was tied, only that his erect penis was in her face, drooling with desire. How could he! “NI! NI! NI!” she begged. Surely her own father would not be another man to abuse her!

Of course, her own father desperately wanted not to abuse his daughter. But he was tied and stripped and held right before this beautiful girl, kneeling helplessly on the ground. She looked so desirable that his body seemed out of control. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed a woman’s tender comfort. And this woman before him, almost a stranger and yet his daughter, excited his desires more than he had known in a dozen years. Looking down on a beautiful face and the full, ripe tits caused his hormones to moan and his cock to stretch out with desire. He stared at her sensuous mouth and full, soft lips with raging lust. He could not stop his mind from imagining the feel of her soft, wet mouth on his super-sensitive member.
Of course, her own father desperately wanted not to abuse his daughter ... - Not sure that's really true now, is it ;)
 
The intensity of this scene (and, in fact, of the rest of the story) is slowing my writing. You have noticed that I have posted later each day as I only could finish with extra time. Rather than not posting today, here is a short post.

In a panic, the Goth girl's mind flashed back to her gang rape of the night before, endless lines of soldiers attacking her cunt, anus, and mouth. She shivered to remember the foul taste and smell of the dirty pricks being forced into her mouth and even down her throat. She had gagged often and even vomited several times as the disgusting semen filled her mouth and nose and poured in gobs down her throat.
Barb stared in horror at the large cockhead that seemed to stare back with precum dripping from the slit peeking out from the foreskin. She caught a whiff of the rancid aroma and gagged again.

Quintus slapped the side of her head to stun the girl, then used both thumbs to wedge her jaw open. At that exact moment, the man behind her father shoved his hips forward, and two inches of cock penetrated her parched mouth. Friþugairns let out an involuntary groan of sexual pleasure.
Barbaria tried to scream in protest at this vile invasion by her father, but with the bulk of meat in her mouth, her cry was very muffled.
With the initial penetration accomplished, the two Romans began to work in unison to face-fuck the girl. They would draw slightly back to let the bulbous head come out to her lips, only to drive the father's hips and the daughter's head forward to sink more and more of the shaft's length into her helpless mouth.

Barbaria was drowning in a sea of humiliation and disgust. That she should be forced to service her own father's cock before hundreds of jeering and leering onlookers would have been beyond her imagination just a couple of days before. The humiliation for this sensitive young woman of this public act of incest was unbearable. Almost as disturbing was the nauseous bile rising in her throat at the foul taste and aroma invading her mouth and nostrils.
 
The intensity of this scene (and, in fact, of the rest of the story) is slowing my writing. You have noticed that I have posted later each day as I only could finish with extra time. Rather than not posting today, here is a short post.

In a panic, the Goth girl's mind flashed back to her gang rape of the night before, endless lines of soldiers attacking her cunt, anus, and mouth. She shivered to remember the foul taste and smell of the dirty pricks being forced into her mouth and even down her throat. She had gagged often and even vomited several times as the disgusting semen filled her mouth and nose and poured in gobs down her throat.
Barb stared in horror at the large cockhead that seemed to stare back with precum dripping from the slit peeking out from the foreskin. She caught a whiff of the rancid aroma and gagged again.

Quintus slapped the side of her head to stun the girl, then used both thumbs to wedge her jaw open. At that exact moment, the man behind her father shoved his hips forward, and two inches of cock penetrated her parched mouth. Friþugairns let out an involuntary groan of sexual pleasure.
Barbaria tried to scream in protest at this vile invasion by her father, but with the bulk of meat in her mouth, her cry was very muffled.
With the initial penetration accomplished, the two Romans began to work in unison to face-fuck the girl. They would draw slightly back to let the bulbous head come out to her lips, only to drive the father's hips and the daughter's head forward to sink more and more of the shaft's length into her helpless mouth.

Barbaria was drowning in a sea of humiliation and disgust. That she should be forced to service her own father's cock before hundreds of jeering and leering onlookers would have been beyond her imagination just a couple of days before. The humiliation for this sensitive young woman of this public act of incest was unbearable. Almost as disturbing was the nauseous bile rising in her throat at the foul taste and aroma invading her mouth and nostrils.
A forced-father-face-fuck! So humiliatingly, erotically awful! Let's hope Goth Barb can't find enough respite during this degrading ordeal to get sufficient purchase to close her teeth around this invading paternal shaft!
 
A forced-father-face-fuck! So humiliatingly, erotically awful! Let's hope Goth Barb can't find enough respite during this degrading ordeal to get sufficient purchase to close her teeth around this invading paternal shaft!
What? Bite his shaft?
Are you that daft?
He’s my dad
Not some cad

So swallow I haf’t
 
The intensity of this scene (and, in fact, of the rest of the story) is slowing my writing. You have noticed that I have posted later each day as I only could finish with extra time. Rather than not posting today, here is a short post.

In a panic, the Goth girl's mind flashed back to her gang rape of the night before, endless lines of soldiers attacking her cunt, anus, and mouth. She shivered to remember the foul taste and smell of the dirty pricks being forced into her mouth and even down her throat. She had gagged often and even vomited several times as the disgusting semen filled her mouth and nose and poured in gobs down her throat.
Barb stared in horror at the large cockhead that seemed to stare back with precum dripping from the slit peeking out from the foreskin. She caught a whiff of the rancid aroma and gagged again.

Quintus slapped the side of her head to stun the girl, then used both thumbs to wedge her jaw open. At that exact moment, the man behind her father shoved his hips forward, and two inches of cock penetrated her parched mouth. Friþugairns let out an involuntary groan of sexual pleasure.
Barbaria tried to scream in protest at this vile invasion by her father, but with the bulk of meat in her mouth, her cry was very muffled.
With the initial penetration accomplished, the two Romans began to work in unison to face-fuck the girl. They would draw slightly back to let the bulbous head come out to her lips, only to drive the father's hips and the daughter's head forward to sink more and more of the shaft's length into her helpless mouth.

Barbaria was drowning in a sea of humiliation and disgust. That she should be forced to service her own father's cock before hundreds of jeering and leering onlookers would have been beyond her imagination just a couple of days before. The humiliation for this sensitive young woman of this public act of incest was unbearable. Almost as disturbing was the nauseous bile rising in her throat at the foul taste and aroma invading her mouth and nostrils.
There's no point to hurry. Please write at your own pace, though I must admit the story is getting more and more interesting as the crucifixion is closing in.
 
I forced myself to write more (actually, I used the new Google AutoPorn feature).

All good things must cum to an end.

Friþugairns closed his eyes and tried to shut out the insane world that he was in. He did everything he could to get his mind off the sexy girl on her knees before him and the growing tingling and heat radiating from his member, sliding in and out of the sweet mouth. But, not surprisingly, it was to no avail. The forced reciprocal motion of his hips and her head perfectly mimicked the delicious thrusts of mutually voluntary copulation. Unconsciously the father began to moan in time with the sensual friction. His member seemed to grow to an unprecedented size. Soon after, he was unconsciously moving his hips on his own in response to the building sexual need in his loins. The soldiers holding him noticed his cooperation and slowly dropped their hold, snickering at the ease with which the man had been induced to fuck his child.

Quintus was enjoying immensely the game of forcing the Goth girl's head onto her father's cock. Grabbing her long, silky hair, he pumped her head harder, forcing the prick against her throat and relishing her gagging. Seeing the Goth father thrusting on his own, Quintus tried to make it even better by driving her head forward and forcing the cock to slip into her throat. When this happened, he held it there for several seconds as she thrashed helplessly for air. Involuntary reflexes caused her throat to clamp down, drawing a deep grown for the old man.

As these penetrations became deeper and longer, the cut-off of her breath drove Barb to wild panic. Her desperate struggles combined with the clamping of her throat muscles on the base of the cockhead, supplied even greater erotic pleasure to Friþugairns. He hadn't noticed that he was now alone in thrusting his hips into his daughter's face. He was only aware of the building pressure in his balls and the hot, delectable sensations emanating from his hard prick. His daughter’s mouth was wonderful, he thought. Her swallowing of the head in her tight throat was heavenly! All rational thought was gone as his entire mind and body concentrated on the irresistible pleasure building in his cock. Without thinking, he cried out, "Brukei þeins tugga, Dauhtar (use your tongue, Daughter)!”

Shamed beyond bearing, Barb also was deprived of rational thought. While the smell and taste of the cock were disgusting, the sensation of hard male meat in her mouth stirred an involuntary but deep-seated erotic response. The command from her father penetrated through her confusion, and she obediently swept her tongue along the sensitive lower surface of the prick. Her father groaned loudly, "Ja! JA!" and drove harder and deeper into her throat.

Caught up in the sensual overload, Barbaria gagged and drooled as the Decanus held her head on the shaft up to the hilt. Desperate to end the terrifying experience, she sucked and licked for all she was worth. Two more deep thrusts and her father came with a powerful ejaculation of his seed down her throat.
 
I forced myself to write more (actually, I used the new Google AutoPorn feature).

All good things must cum to an end.

Friþugairns closed his eyes and tried to shut out the insane world that he was in. He did everything he could to get his mind off the sexy girl on her knees before him and the growing tingling and heat radiating from his member, sliding in and out of the sweet mouth. But, not surprisingly, it was to no avail. The forced reciprocal motion of his hips and her head perfectly mimicked the delicious thrusts of mutually voluntary copulation. Unconsciously the father began to moan in time with the sensual friction. His member seemed to grow to an unprecedented size. Soon after, he was unconsciously moving his hips on his own in response to the building sexual need in his loins. The soldiers holding him noticed his cooperation and slowly dropped their hold, snickering at the ease with which the man had been induced to fuck his child.

Quintus was enjoying immensely the game of forcing the Goth girl's head onto her father's cock. Grabbing her long, silky hair, he pumped her head harder, forcing the prick against her throat and relishing her gagging. Seeing the Goth father thrusting on his own, Quintus tried to make it even better by driving her head forward and forcing the cock to slip into her throat. When this happened, he held it there for several seconds as she thrashed helplessly for air. Involuntary reflexes caused her throat to clamp down, drawing a deep grown for the old man.

As these penetrations became deeper and longer, the cut-off of her breath drove Barb to wild panic. Her desperate struggles combined with the clamping of her throat muscles on the base of the cockhead, supplied even greater erotic pleasure to Friþugairns. He hadn't noticed that he was now alone in thrusting his hips into his daughter's face. He was only aware of the building pressure in his balls and the hot, delectable sensations emanating from his hard prick. His daughter’s mouth was wonderful, he thought. Her swallowing of the head in her tight throat was heavenly! All rational thought was gone as his entire mind and body concentrated on the irresistible pleasure building in his cock. Without thinking, he cried out, "Brukei þeins tugga, Dauhtar (use your tongue, Daughter)!”

Shamed beyond bearing, Barb also was deprived of rational thought. While the smell and taste of the cock were disgusting, the sensation of hard male meat in her mouth stirred an involuntary but deep-seated erotic response. The command from her father penetrated through her confusion, and she obediently swept her tongue along the sensitive lower surface of the prick. Her father groaned loudly, "Ja! JA!" and drove harder and deeper into her throat.

Caught up in the sensual overload, Barbaria gagged and drooled as the Decanus held her head on the shaft up to the hilt. Desperate to end the terrifying experience, she sucked and licked for all she was worth. Two more deep thrusts and her father came with a powerful ejaculation of his seed down her throat.
Without thinking, he cried out, "Brukei þeins tugga, Dauhtar (use your tongue, Daughter)!” - Good, sound fatherly advice!
 
What is next?

Friþugairns screamed and began to totter backward as his knees flexed and his body slumped. As he did, his still hard cock popped out of his daughter’s mouth in the midst of a powerful ejaculation that splattered semen over her hair, eyes, and nose. Fortunately, the soldiers were there to catch him as he almost fainted. But not before losing his last load on her face and chest.
Barbaria, her mouth and throat finally open, gasped for air, choking on the swallowed semen.
The Decanus, yanked her hair to force her face up. He clamped his hand over her mouth and sneered, “Swallow your meal, lupa! Enjoy your last supper!” The girl struggled desperately to spit out the remaining slimy gobs in her mouth. But Qunitus’s vice-like grip kept her mouth shut and forced her to gulp it down to avoid choking. The Decanus laughed at her and smeared the semen over her face and up her nostrils.
The men guided her father away, his member now soft but glistening with his daughter’s saliva. They took him up the steps to the Imperial Box, where the occupants both cheered and jeered his rape of his own daughter. Friþugairns was again tied to the column and positioned to view the final suffering of Barbaria.

The amphitheater was almost quiet as the audience was digesting the shameful and erotic display they had just witnessed. Barb again hung weakly from the beam to which she was tied and which was held up by two soldiers. Gradually sound increased as all became aware of what must be the next, and final act of this tragedy. Mogurix looked up to the Box and his Centurion for the fateful instruction.
Calextus hesitated and then looked to the Praeses. Antonious also paused for a moment, as if thinking of what option he might find. Giving a sigh, he nodded to the officer.
Calistus nodded in return and looked back to his Optio. He held up his two hands with the index fingers crossed. The order had been given.

Portate eam ad stipitem (Take her to the stake).” ordered the Optio.

A collective gasp was heard as all now knew there was no turning back on her execution. A few spectators arose and made their way up the steps to the vomitoria (exits). Feeling the injustice of it all, they left with feelings of shame and guilt. Many of the younger men, standing in the vomitoria, happily moved down to take their seats for a better view of the pièce de résistance.
In the Imperial Box, Galerius was slurping up a piece of Lumbuli et Renes (kidneys) drenched in a sauce of oil, liqaumen, and spices.
Postremo (at last)!” he exalted. “Now the bitch will feel the spicula et ligna (nails and wood)!” Most of the others in the Box had fallen silent in the face of the terrible fate awaiting the lonely girl. Centurio Calixtus stood in stony silence. Tertius Aemilius had his head in his hands and was muttering something unintelligible under his breath. Marcus Lycius shook his head sadly as he mourned the waste of a beautiful slavegirl.
 
A few spectators arose and made their way up the steps to the vomitoria (exits). Feeling the injustice of it all, they left with feelings of shame and guilt.

Most of the others in the Box had fallen silent in the face of the terrible fate awaiting the lonely girl. Centurio Calixtus stood in stony silence. Tertius Aemilius had his head in his hands and was muttering something unintelligible under his breath. Marcus Lycius shook his head sadly as he mourned the waste of a beautiful slavegirl.
Nice to know there are a few Romans who have a conscience.
 
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