Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: SrAngelcia <angelcia@rc... net>
Subject: A Time to Pray (F, bull)
Date: 7 Jan 1996 22:08:17 GMT

			     Time to Pray

	I, Aqualia, daughter of Linus centurion of the XI cohort of
the Praetorian guard of the Emperor Lucius Septimus Severus was going
to die. It would be a glorious martyr's death in the Coliseum of Rome.

	My capture had been swift. My trial swifter. My sentence,
exposure to beasts. My crime, abandoning the faith of my father. He,
like many soldiers in the emperor's army, worshiped the god Mithras. I
had converted to the cult of Christos. I had exchanged the bull for
the cross.

	Two nights ago, I had gone to prayers in the city of the dead;
the catacombs, north of Rome. And for this I would die.

	Christos had been outlawed. According to the Senate and the
decree of the Emperor, it was an occult eastern sect that ate human
flesh, drank human blood and worshiped an undead man in the city of
the dead.

				* * *

	When the Magistrate passed sentence. I began to pray out loud.
I prayed until the pommel of an unknown legionnaire's sword silenced
me.

	When I awoke my hands were chained above my head to a rough
stone wall. They had not removed my gag. My eyes quickly adjusted to
the low light. I could smell blood and vomit, animals and hay. I knew
I was in a holding cell under the floor of the huge Coliseum. Soon in
the heat of the day it would be time for the exposure of the
prisoners.

	My guards were dressed in army black. There were three of
them. One was young blond and tall. It was obvious that he had come
from some Germanic legion. Under other circumstances, he could have
been very attractive. The other two were darker older soldiers. They
were veterans of the rough life under the Coliseum.

	There were six other women, plus myself, chained to the wall
of the cell. Roman law did not allow virgins to be executed. We knew
how we were going to die. We thought we knew what would happen to us
before we died. We would not die virgins. For the pleasure of the
crowd above, we would play out the story of the god Zeus taking
Europa. Except in our case the bull would be real. Before we were
hoisted to the floor of the coliseum, the soldiers would insure that
we were not virgins.

	The guards were totally silent. We women were also silent; but
then we were all gagged. There would be no praying or comforting each
other. The guards would come for us one by one. And so they did.

	At last, it was my turn. The blond soldier comes into the cell
with a black leather sling-like contraption over his left shoulder.
The other two grab and hold me between them. I am in no shape to fight
them off. They undo the chain and pin my arms behind me. Quickly, they
tie my wrists and arms tightly together. Bound as I am, there is
something erotic, even sexual about my situation.

	It soon became clear to me what is about to happen. I m
scared and want to pray out to Christos.

	While the older two soldiers hold me tightly, the young blond
soldier draws his bright sharp sword from his scabbard and comes
towards me. He takes the top of my now dirty silk tunic and puts the
blade inside the neckline. I trembled inside. But I stand totally
still. With one fast downward thrust of his blade, my tunic is cut
open down to my crouch. With the flat of his sword he tapps between my
legs into my cunt. He makes it clear that I should step out of my
ruined tunic or I'll be cut. With absolute humiliation, I step out of
my tunic and stand there helpless and naked. Yet, my cunt begins to
get warm and wet. The tips of my nipples became hard and erect and I
flush red from my face to my feet.

	The blond one now starts to put the leather straps on me. They
make a sling that goes between my legs through my pussy slit and up my
back and belly with the four straps coming together at my neck . The
straps are tied together around my neck. I try to struggle, but can
not. He eventually gets me tied into the thing. I m lead out of the
cell in a leather harness. Straps, between my legs, pulled tightly
into my slit, biting into my cunt, my arms tied behind me and a gag
in my mouth.

	I m lead along a short hall way to a wooden platform lying on
the floor. On each of the four corners was a rope to hoist the
platform up to the arena of the Coliseum. On the platform is a rough
wooden horse. It's front and back "legs" are upended V's and it's
"back2 is an even rougher wooden log connecting the V shaped "legs"

	I m positioned on my belly faced down on the horse. My tits
hang down on either side of the horse's "back". My cunt is open, my
legs spread and my hips raised a bit. My legs are now tightly tied to
the legs of the horse . My hands are still tied behind me. Both my
cunt and my ass are open and exposed to my three guards.

	The blond begins greasing up my asshole with some kind of oil.
Up until now the guards had simply ignored my tits and my open cunt.
But no longer. After toying with my ass, the blond soldier grins and
nudges the others. He lookes at me then moves behind and between my
spread legs. I soon feel his fingers spread my cunt lips even further
opened. He feels into me and finds my heat and my wetness. He quickly,
brutally shoves himself all the way into me. His thrusting cock causes
me to moan at his size. It hurts only a moment. I'm really getting my
cunt reamed. As he pumpes his hard cock in and out of me, I think he
knows I wanted him. My moaning tells him so even if my gagged mouth
can't. I start to feel really nice as my orgasam surges to a flood and
washes over me.

	He also comes and then pulls out. He's replaced by the older
soldier, whose cock is thicker and shorter. He too filles my cunt
nicely. I hate it but I start to quiver and come again with him too.
Martyrdom wasn't supposed to be like this. I should be in agony and
praying to Christos. I shouldn't be in ecstasy

	After the second soldier pulls out of me, the third soldier
has me. He had a long, skinny cock that goes all the way to the back
of my womb. He drives me into a frenzy of lust and release.

	He's the last. Well, not actually the last, because after
that, the platform starts to rise up to the floor of the arena.

	The day is hot. I'm hotter. And the crowd begins to roar it's
approval when the thick bodied black bull is let into the Colosseum.

	His balls hang low and his dick starts to lengthen almost as
soon as he sees me tied helpless in place. This magnificent animal is
soon standing behind me and over me. His huge dripping dick is
perfectly positioned to penetrate me. The bull needs no encouragement.
I'm totally, helplessly open to it. It can have me in my gaping ass or
my hot wide open cunt. Whatever it wanted, it can have. The head of
the bull's cock meets my asshole. It pushes itself into me. The girth
of it's dick was incredible. I want to scream out, to pray to Christos
in thanksgiving, but I can't. I'm being stretched farther than ever
before. The bull's dick twistes and bucks, going deep, deeper and
still deeper into me. It's stretching me wider than even my largest
dildo.

		 LOUD BLARING MUSIC! BRIGHT LIGHTS!

	Dammit !!!!!!!!! The dream again. I'm not Aqualia, daughter of
Linus. I'm not a martyr for Christos. I'm sister Aqualia, snug in my
bed, in the convent of St Mary's and it 's time to get up for morning
prayers.