Gang raped by half the city's men

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Hoplite running was a unique military sport in ancient Greece. Competitors were completely naked, only wearing heavy infantry helmets on their heads for amusement. From then on, Calabis had to run daily in this extremely shameful attire, first around the battlefield, then around the entire sacred grove, continuing to stride forward without batting an eye under the gaze of the female slaves. Meanwhile, Tyrannosaurus sat before the precious flowers, watching Calabis run naked, constantly changing his demands, increasing the level of shamefulness: "Speed up." "Slow down." "

Change speed on the curves."

"Hobby on one leg."

"Run backwards."

"Sprint."

"..."

Finally, the most shameful part arrived—Tyranion pulled out a small silver flute from somewhere and shouted, "Run to the rhythm of the flute, and adjust your breathing as needed." Then he played the flute sometimes gently, sometimes passionately, and Calabis, in a celestial posture, circled the pavilion among the pointing and whispering male and female slaves of the academy, following the flute's rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, round and round.

Under Tyranion's tutelage, Calabis began his shameful heavy infantry run, running completely naked.

But what he didn't expect was that at the same time, his wife Portia was also running half-naked, but in the alleys of Rome. And unlike Calabis, who endured the shame of running alone, Portia was followed by countless lustful Roman citizens, including nobles, retired veterans, craftsmen, and beggars. Although their identities differed, under the instigation of those with ulterior motives, they all became the perpetrators of this abuse. They roared and laughed lewdly, regarding the beautiful, terrified woman from another tribe as amusing prey, waiting to unleash their pent-up resentment towards the tribe and their masculine desires upon her beautiful, wheat-colored body… Portia arrived at the market close to noon. After sending Karabis off to his boxing training as usual, she instructed Little Pigeon to look after the house and left with the happiness of a wife. As Portia prepared meals for her family in the market, like countless other women, she felt a deep sense of happiness, a happiness belonging to a family. She knew that for a slave girl to have achieved this was already a great blessing from heaven; Karabis was now everything to her, and she was content with this life. Although her man constantly sought higher positions, Portia always had an ominous premonition, feeling that such a rash attitude would bring disaster. But seeing Karabis's resolute face, the words she wanted to say remained unspoken.

As Portia walked along, lost in thought, she didn't notice that many malicious eyes were fixed on her voluptuous figure. A few days earlier, Calabis, while disciplining a child who had bullied a pigeon, had inadvertently struck a nobleman, who happened to be a relative of Catiline. After complaining to Catiline, Catiline learned that Calabis was a free man from Lucullus and decided to use this opportunity to warn his close associates, including Cicero, and to promote his own political views, using actual violence to incite desire in the Romans.

When Portia passed a beggar disguised as a member of Catiline's faction, he suddenly cried out, accusing Portia, a former slave, of daring to step on a Roman citizen. Despite Portia's repeated defenses, the crowd, incited by those with ulterior motives, gradually began to clamor. At this moment, Catiline stepped forward and accused Portia of being the wife of the man who had publicly injured the Roman citizen a few days earlier, further enraging the crowd.

Following Catiline's instructions, a tribunal rushed to Porti's side and forcefully ripped off her robe, exposing her beautiful wheat-colored skin and one breast to the mob's eyes. Even those unaware of the reason were overwhelmed by lust, and the men's lower bodies became erect.

Just as Porti screamed and begged, trying to cover herself and break free from the crowd, the tribunal announced Porti's impending doom: "In the name of the tribunal! This woman must be held accountable for her and her man's crimes! Everyone present has the right to enjoy her body!" The emotions of all the men present boiled over, and hands frantically reached for Porti's body. Although Porti managed to push through the crowd and run home, her escape seemed more like a game deliberately played by the men for their amusement. No matter which path Porti ran down, there were always men waiting with lewd smiles, forcing her to find another way out. Finally, after finding herself in another dead end, Portia despairingly realized she had nowhere to go. Before she could react, an excited man lunged at her, one hand, sweaty with excitement, gripping her tightly, while the other hand roughly kneaded her exposed breast, his short, fat tongue licking her face.

Portia desperately tried to break free, but the increasing number of men surrounding her extinguished her hopes. Hands ravaged every part of Portia's body; her already tattered robe was reduced to a small strip around her waist. Her full, sensual lips were invaded by men's tongues, her nipples and breasts were roughly kneaded, her vagina and anus were probed by countless fingers, and even her beautiful legs and feet were held and licked by four or five men.

After a while, the men released Portia. Portia thought the nightmare was over, but upon closer inspection, she found herself surrounded by a dense, naked mass of men. Their erect penises, of varying lengths and reeking of sweat and urine, stood like short swords, oozing lustful fluid from their glans amidst the filth. Many men, unable to contain their desire, stared intently at Portia's naked body while simultaneously rubbing their own penises. This scene reminded Portia of the gang rape she suffered at the hands of Roman soldiers on the day Asia Minor fell, before she met Calabis. She and two of her sisters, also ladies-in-waiting, were ravaged for two whole days by a centurion.

Today, she feared she might relive that pain, perhaps even more horrific. Portia clung tightly to herself, praying that Calabis would come to her rescue as all-powerful as before.

Just then, Catiline arrived, carrying a petite figure in a train-like, crouching position. Upon closer inspection, Portia discovered that the girl, whose genitals were being stretched taut by Catiline's thick, arm-like penis, and who was groaning loudly with a pained expression, was none other than her adopted son's childhood sweetheart, Valentina. Just as Portia was stunned, Catiline revealed a lewd smile and loudly proclaimed, "Citizens who love Rome!

Today we will teach those barbarians a lesson! Use your genitals to pierce their women's vaginas as you would pierce the chests of barbarian men with a dagger! Men satisfy our bloodlust, women satisfy our desires—this is my ambition as consul!" Instantly, wild, excited roars filled the alley. One man after another pounced on Portia's body, inserting their penises, clean or dirty, all equally erect, thrusting repeatedly until they ejaculated, then letting the next man take their place, without cleaning up the semen, continuing to thrust. Portia's screams mixed with groans of pleading only fueled the excitement of these beasts.

"Ah!!! Let go!!! Ugh... ugh..."

"Open your mouth and give me a blowjob! Ah, that feels so good! Your foreign husband has never experienced this, has he? Haha!" As the men who hadn't yet had their turn grew impatient, soon other parts of Portia's body became tools for sexual gratification. One after another, foul-smelling penises were shoved into Portia's mouth; the small mouth that had once kissed Calabis was now sucking on men's semen. The men held Portia's head and fucked her wildly, as if inserting a vagina, completely ignoring Portia's pain from the penises hitting her throat, while loudly humiliating her, saying that noble Roman women would never do such things with their mouths like these Greek and Asia Minor peoples.

Portia's anus was also penetrated by countless penises. A place even Calabis had never used was now frequented by her numerous visitors. The blood flowing from the penetration only fueled their sense of victory. Portia's beautiful legs and small feet were rubbed by countless penises, leaving marks on them. Some couldn't resist ejaculating on them, and her small hands were forced to hold each penis, helping her masturbate. Portia's sexy curly hair was used by men to wipe their penises after ejaculation and simply to wrap around their shafts for masturbation. The black curly hair that Calabis once gently stroked was now covered in sticky semen and semi-congealed semen stains.

The abuse continued for hours, during which the men didn't let any part of Portia's body rest. After Catiline ejaculated twice into Valentina's vagina, he even went so far as to show his camaraderie by tossing Valentina aside to the impatient crowd waiting for their turn, before deliberately getting off and ravaging all three of Portia's orifices, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

Later, simple rape and ejaculation were no longer enough to satisfy them, and they began to seek new methods of humiliation. They started to challenge the number of penises that could be accommodated in her vagina and anus at the same time, ignoring Portia's painful screams. At one point, as many as four penises were inserted into her vagina at the same time; if it weren't for the limitations of the positions, the record would certainly have been broken. The men squeezed Portia's belly, which was bulging high from the large amount of semen ejaculated inside her and the forced swallowing of the semen from oral sex, enjoying the beautiful sight of the "semen fountain" gushing from Portia's three holes. Countless objects were inserted into Portia's vagina: sword sheaths, wooden sticks, fire tongs. One man brought a long-handled sponge used for wiping buttocks and inserted it into Portia's two lower orifices, claiming it was out of consideration for her and to help clean her up. He then shoved the sponge, smeared with men's excrement, urine, and semen, into Portia's mouth, forcing her to suck it clean. A nobleman even bought ten black slaves on the spot, ordering them to perform a scene of black penis rape. Ten warhorses were brought in; they mounted Portia, smeared her with the scent of mares, and watched these strong, rutting stallions mate with the beauty. Finally, when the men had satisfied their desires and were waiting to go home for their relief food, Portia lay dying in a muddy pit mixed with semen, urine, and mud, with some mutilated beggars still on top of her, thrusting into her. These beggars then sold Portia to the poor of the Subra district for a cethes.

The people in the Subra district were all penniless, unable even to afford the cheapest prostitutes. They weren't citizens, but rather impoverished free men and runaway slaves, surviving by begging and crime. Their only outlet for lust was kidnapping and rape. The wealthy free men and the female relatives of the senators were their most delicious tools for sexual gratification. Living a wretched life, they constantly harbored resentment towards their more fortunate compatriots. They had heard of Calabis's reputation and knew of the story of this lucky former slave, only able to curse his good fortune. When they learned that the lucky man's woman had been sold, they became extremely interested. Furthermore, a beautiful woman like Portia was extremely rare, except for those kidnapped for gang rape. Moreover, the kidnapping was for ransom; they couldn't keep her indefinitely. Thus, hundreds of filthy men pooled their resources for a price of one cethes, taking Portia back to the depths of the dark slums to unleash their pent-up lust.

In the dark Subra district, any news was difficult to get out. Even though Calabis searched frantically, under Catiline's deliberate cover, he found nothing. He could only hear the Romans mocking him about his wife's ordeal that day, their lewd smiles revealing their unforgettable memories of her body. Finally, he heard a clue: in one of Rome's darkest and most miserable slums, a free "flesh hole" had appeared. Every day, countless poor people came to vent their frustrations, sometimes even fighting over the queues, and then leaving with satisfied smiles and weak legs. They called the woman "Calabi" or "Calas," because that was the only sound she could make when her mouth was stuffed with men's dirty, smelly penises.

Four months later, when Karabis finally found Porti's whereabouts and led his men to rescue her, he found her tied to the outside of a latrine. Her jaw was dislocated from the need for oral sex, and her hands were handcuffed to the wall. The only thing she could do was to grasp and slide her penis. Her small, pink nipples, from excessive sucking, had turned the color and size of grapes, and the huge nipple openings showed that those beasts had also used this part as a tool for sexual release. The dark-colored vagina that had once given Karabis such pleasure was now a dark purple, just like her anus. Porti's vagina and anus could no longer close, with a three-centimeter-diameter hole constantly flowing out yellowish semen. Her black curly hair was congealed into yellowish-white clumps of semen. Her breasts, which were still leaking milk, and her slightly balding abdomen indicated that Porti was pregnant. Of course, finding out who the father was was no longer an option. When Karabis appeared, his lifeless eyes regained their light, and he bent down to call his lover's name...

[The End]

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