Roman Holiday

Roman Holiday

or

A Connecticut Yankee in Caligula’s Court

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

“Brandi!” shouted Diana with exasperation in her voice.  “Come over here!”

Diana shook her head in disbelief at what she had just seen.  But as the captain of the lacrosse team, she had to do something about it.  She couldn’t afford to let something like that happen in a game.  It could get a player kicked out of the game which would be bad for the team.  And this year, Saxbury College had a very good chance of winning a national championship.

Not only that, but it could result in someone getting seriously hurt.  And worst of all, it would tarnish Saxbury’s reputation for fair play.

Saxbury College was a girl’s school in northern Connecticut.  It was small with only two thousand students but it was very elite and it was known for its high quality education.  It was also known for its great sports teams.

Diana was a senior at the college.  Not only was she smart but she was very athletic.  This year, she had already been the captain of the cross country team and the archery team.  Now, in her final months of her undergraduate career, she was leading the lacrosse team which was unbeaten so far this year.

She didn’t look like your typical athlete.  She was not big and she did not appear all that muscular.  The pretty blonde was only five feet four inches tall and she looked more like a cheerleader than an athlete.  But she was fast and she was wiry and she was smart and those traits helped her to be the leading scorer on the team this year.

The big hulking freshman walked over to her slowly, obviously trying to irritate Diana.  “What did you want, Big Tits?” asked Brandi as she stopped in front of the captain.  Brandi was almost a foot taller than Diana and was easily twice her weight.  But Diana did not let the size intimidate her.

Diana gasped.  “Big Tits?”  She looked down at her chest in response to see what the freshman was talking about.  She did have nice breasts but they weren’t big.  She only wore a C-cup bra although, on her slender body, her breasts did look disproportionately large.  Currently, they were being held by a sports bra which actually made them seem smaller than normal with the way that they were compressed by the tight material.

“What’s with the Big Tits?” demanded Diana, irritated at the cocky freshman.

“I just call them as I see them,” replied Brandi nonchalantly.  “You got some big tits.  Not that I mind, though.  I like girls with big tits.”

“Freshmen!” muttered Diana as she shook her head in disgust.  She would deal with Brandi’s rude behavior later, though.  Right now, she had a playing infraction to address and that was the most important thing at the moment.

“I saw what you did to Heather, Brandi,” Diana started.  “That was a blatantly illegal move that would have gotten you kicked out of a game.”

“It stopped her from scoring, though, didn’t it?” was Brandi’s response.  “That’s my job.”

Brandi played defense for the team.  While Diana was an attacker where speed and wit and agility were important, Brandi’s position favored size and the courage to put your body between a flailing stick and the goal.

“Your job is to defend the goal,” instructed Diana.  “Not to maim our opponent.”

Diana had witnessed Brandi’s infraction moments earlier.  Brandi was out of position, as she frequently was, Diana had observed.  There was no way that she could have legally stopped Heather from scoring.  So instead, Brandi had swung her stick like a baseball bat and struck Heather across the backs of her calves, chopping her legs out from under her.

“I do whatever it takes to defend the goal,” Brandi insisted, not showing the slightest bit of remorse.

“I’m warning you now for the last time, Brandi,” said Diana.  “If I see one more flagrant penalty, I’m benching you; if I don’t kick you off the team altogether.  Plus, I can’t believe that you would do that to one of your own teammates.  We need Heather if we plan to win on Saturday.”

This was not even a game today.  This was just a team practice where the girls had divided into two groups and were scrimmaging.  Penalties were especially nonsensical when they were just practicing.  They needed to protect one another; not beat each other up.

“Is that all, Big Tits?” asked the surly freshman.  “I’ve got to practice some more.”

“No, that’s not all,” replied Diana.  “But we’ll talk about the other things after practice.”

Diana watched the huge freshman walking away from her and decided that she needed to talk to the coach about this one. She wanted Brandi off the team.  Brandi wasn’t even all that good as a player.  She was slow and she was perpetually out of position.  The only thing that she had going for her was her size, which Diana admitted did seem to be very intimidating and threatening to most of the opponents that they played so far this year.

Diana walked over to where Heather was sitting on the ground, rubbing the backs of her legs.  “That bitch!” muttered Heather.  “Did you see what she did to me?”

“Yeah, I saw it,” nodded Diana.  “I already talked to her about it.”

“Well, I want her off the team,” said Heather, a pretty auburn-haired junior at Saxbury.  “She’s nothing but trouble.  And she has a bad attitude.”

“You’re right about the attitude,” agreed Diana.  “She called me Big Tits.”

Heather laughed.  “See what I mean?  But she’s right about that one.  You do have big tits.”

“Heather!” exclaimed Diana.  “I do not!”

“Yes you do,” countered Heather.  “At least they’re big on you.  And I think they’re beautiful.  All of you is beautiful.”

Diana blushed at the compliment.  She received them frequently but they always embarrassed her.

Diana was indeed beautiful.  Her face was absolutely gorgeous with big blue eyes that gave her an air of innocence.  The angles and contours of her face made her look aristocratic and elegant, while warm and soft at the same time.  Her lips were slightly pouty but in a soft, understated way.  And she had a smile that made everyone fall in love with her instantly.

The rest of her body was equally magnificent.  Her neck was long and swanlike.  She had very finely tapered legs which looked especially long despite her relatively short height.  Her ass was tight and compact, like one would expect to see on an athletic girl.  Her waist seemed impossibly narrow and, when combined with her nicely flaring feminine hips, gave her the classic hourglass figure.

And then there were her breasts.  She tended to disguise them as much as she could because she knew that they looked large on her slender frame.  She frequently wore bulky sweaters or a jacket to conceal the soft mounds on her chest.  Or she wore a sports bra like she was today in an attempt to squash them down and together to reduce their prominence.  But very little that she did actually hid them.  They were the first things that most people noticed about her and they were usually the features that most people remembered about her.  And if a poll was ever taken, it is likely that at least ninety percent of the people would identify her breasts as her best feature.

“Are you turning lesbian on me?” asked Diana warily.

“Ha!” snorted Heather.  “Accounting majors like me don’t have any sexuality at all.  We’re too busy crunching numbers to be straight or les or even bi.  We’re more like eunuchs.  But Roman Studies girls get it all.  Have you taken the orgy class yet, Di?”

Diana was one of the Roman Studies majors in the school.  Actually, she was double majoring in Roman Studies and Latin and hoped to get a job with a museum after graduation.  Eventually, she would like to get a doctorate and return to a college like Saxbury as a professor.

“Oh yeah,” kidded Diana.  “I took that last semester.  Fucked my way to an A.”

There was no such class on Roman orgies and Diana was just pulling Heather’s leg.  This was typical of the banter among teammates.

“I’d have given you an A plus,” grinned Heather.

Diana just rolled her eyes and turned and walked off.  “Let’s get back to the game.”

Now Diana wasn’t so sure about Heather’s sexuality.  She had been pretty sure that Heather had been straight until now.  To be sure, there were plenty of lesbians among the Saxbury student body but Heather had never seemed to be one.  Now, Diana wasn’t so sure.

Diana started to trot toward the center of the field with Heather right behind her.  “Nice ass, there, captain,” giggled Heather as Diana’s skirt flipped up due to a gust of wind.  Diana clamped her hand down on her skirt, pressing it to her bottom, but kept running.

“Okay, girls,” shouted Diana once she got to the middle of the field.  “Let’s get back to our drills.  I want to see aggressive but clean play.”  She glared at Brandi but the freshman just glared back at her, causing Diana to seethe again.

They played for fifteen minutes and several times the coaches stopped play to provide instruction.  Diana and another one from her squad were finally attacking the other goal.  The goalie was in position but they should be able to score with two of them on the attack.

Brandi should have been there to help with the defense but, once again, she was out of position.  Diana flipped the ball to her teammate who quickly flipped it back to Diana as she was darting around the out-of-position Brandi.

Diana pulled back her stick, ready to fling the ball into the goal to score.  Heather watched with horror as she saw Brandi raise her stick over her head and then swing it down quickly, crashing it into Diana’s head with an awful thud.

Diana crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Chapter 2

When Diana came to again, she was sitting under a tree, on the grass, with a beautiful wide country landscape all to herself.  Well, nearly all to herself.  There was a fellow standing over her, looking down at her and looking like he just stepped out of a picture book.

“You are awake now,” he said to her.  She blinked and shook her head, trying to clear it.  He had spoken Latin.  Nobody speaks Latin, she thought.

She looked up at him again and realized that she must be dreaming.  The outlandish outfit that the male wore looked like a costume that just stepped out of a movie set.  The man wore a bronze helmet on his head that flared out to cover the back and sides of his neck.  Bright maroon plumes were attached to the top of the helmet.  He had armor plating over his shoulders and chest.  Beneath the armor, he wore a maroon tunic that extended down to mid-thigh.  And his sandals had leather thongs that were laced up and around his calves.

He held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.  Across his back hung a large, wicked looking spear.  Whoever was in charge of wardrobe here certainly made things look authentic, she thought.

“Is this the circus?” she asked, staying with Latin since she was quite fluent with the language.  Two could play at this game, she thought.

The male shook his head and then raised his arm, pointing off in the distance.  “No.  Circus is over there.  Circus Maximus.”

Diana followed his gesture with her eyes and saw a city off in the distance.  White marbled structures arose from the countryside and seemed to be assembled on a number of small hills.

“Hartford?” she asked.  She had never been to Hartford but assumed that it would have a lot of marble, what with all of the government buildings and insurance companies.

“Rome,” he replied as he lowered his sword again.

Diana blinked again.  Either she was dreaming or she had just awakened in a mental institution.  But why would she be in a mental institution?  She decided that she would have to be very careful around here until she could sort things out.

“You are my slave,” he proclaimed.  “Spoils of war.”

Diana shook her head to clear it again.  She opened her mouth to argue with the male but then quickly closed it, thinking better of the idea.  If this man was insane, as she assumed, it made no sense for her to provoke him.  She would just humor him until she could find the superintendent or warden or whatever they called the person who ran a mental institution.

She stood up and faced the male.  “Where will you take me, my owner?”

The male smiled.  He had been afraid that he would have to use force to subdue her.  But maybe not.  She was turning out to be a sensible slave, after all.

He pointed toward the marbled city.  “We go to Rome now.”

Diana turned and started walking with the male following behind her.  This was going to be a long walk, Diana realized.  It’s a good thing I’m wearing sneakers, she thought.

“How is the Emperor?” asked Diana as they walked along a path toward the city.  She didn’t know why she asked.  Whatever came out of the male’s mouth would be the delusional rantings of a lunatic, she was sure.

“He is a mad man,” said the male.  Diana found that response odd.  It was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“What is your emperor’s name?” she asked.  “I can never remember who is in charge.”

“Gaius,” the male informed her.  She wrinkled her nose at the response.  She didn’t recognize the name and she should have.  She was a Roman Studies major, after all.  “Many call him Caligula,” he added.

“Oh my,” muttered Diana, under her breath.  This institution must contain only the most seriously mentally ill if someone thought that he was Caligula.  That emperor truly was a mad man.

They passed through a small village of dirt and stone huts.  Diana saw that the village hailed the male who was her travelling companion and seemed to be trying to win his favor.  But they did not act as if his attire was out of place, which Diana found odd.

Their reaction to her, however, was quite the opposite.  The women who were washing clothes in the fountain stopped and gawked at her.  Several people disappeared into their huts, only to emerge a moment later, dragging family members with them and pointing at her.

What were they pointing at her for?  She was dressed fine, especially for a warm day like this.  Her white sports bra was modest enough.  She wore a white pleated skirt that was not daring at all.  And she had on sneakers and white socks.  It was the male who they should have been gawking at.  He was the one who looked like he just stepped off the set of the movie “Gladiator.”

They continued on through the busy village.  Children, as naked as the day they were born, were frolicking in the street, running and jumping over puddles of rainwater.  But they too stopped and gawked at her as she walked by.  She stopped and stared back at them.  They should be the ones who felt out of place, she thought.  Why were they running around naked?  And why would their parents let them do that in the first place?

She gasped, however, when the male swatted her bottom lightly with the flat of his sword.  “We go to Rome now,” he said, repeating his earlier announcement.  Once again, Diana started walking toward the marble, leaving the little nude gawkers behind.

They arrived in the marbled city about an hour later.  Once again, she was surrounded by oddly dressed people, all of whom were staring at her rudely.  The attire of choice seemed to be white togas which made Diana wonder if the laundry center of this facility had been ransacked for bed sheets.

Others wore tunics of various colors and designs.  Still others were dressed similar to her travelling companion with armor and weapons.  There were even several women who were naked, which caused Diana to blush.  But they all were dressed as if they were players in a show about ancient Rome.

How could all of these inmates have a shared delusion?  How could an entire insane asylum have a common hallucination?  It was remarkable to her.

A chariot carrying a male dressed like her companion sped down the street and stopped beside them.  “Hail Claudius,” the driver said.

“Hail Ocatvius,” her ‘owner’ replied.

“Handsome wench you have there,” said Octavius, causing Diana to seethe with anger.  She was not a wench!  “Where did she come from?  She is certainly dressed oddly.”

Claudius nodded.  “Yes, she is oddly dressed.  I give you that.  I caught her outside the city but I don’t know where she is from.  Probably just from one of the mountain tribes.  They always seem to wear the most outlandish things.”

Octavius nodded in agreement with that statement.  “Golden hair.  It’s a rarity around here.  Do you plan to sell her?  There’s an auction tomorrow at the circus, you know.  And ones with golden hair always seem to fetch nice prices.”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” replied Claudius.  “I suppose I should sell her.  The Legion moves in a few days to attack Germania.  She would be too much trouble to have along on that long march.”

“All right,” Diana finally spoke.  This was infuriating.  Insanity was no excuse for being rude.  She was not going to put up with this any longer.  “I’ve had it!  I demand to see the warden this instant!”

“Warden?” said Claudius.  “What is that?”

“Superintendent, then,” Diana said.  “Take me to the superintendent.”

“You speak nonsense, girl,” laughed Octavius.  “We have no idea what you are talking about.  Are you insane?”

Diana rolled her eyes again, thinking about pots and black kettles.  “What do you call the person who is in charge here?”

“Emperor,” both men replied in unison.

“Then take me to your emperor,” demanded Diana.  “Let’s get this straightened out right now so I can be on my way.”

Claudius leaned back and raised his hand, stroking his chin as he thought about the girl’s unusual request.  He looked at the strangely dressed girl and then replied.  “Are you sure that you know what you are asking, slave?  Nobody ever asks to be taken to Caligula.  Nobody ever wants to be anywhere near him.”

Diana placed her hands on her hips and glared back at the male as defiantly as she could.  “Take me to Caligula.”

This is ridiculous, she thought.  Where were the guards?  Where were the nurses?  Where were the social workers?  And where were the pharmacists?  This group was clearly in need of a lot of medication.

“Caligula returns tomorrow, Claudius,” offered Octavius.  “You can take her to him then.  But I want no part of that sordid task.”

“I will take her by myself,” replied Claudius.  “But it will give me no pleasure to do so.”

“What do you call your new slave?” asked Octavius.

“I call her slave.”

“Has she no name?” Octavius queried.

“My name is Diana,” said Diana, rolling her eyes at the inane blather going on between the two costumed inmates.

“Diana?” said Claudius.  “The huntress?”

Diana nodded.  She knew that Diana was a Roman god.  Diana was the goddess of the hunt.  Her parents had selected that name for her because they thought it was a feminine but strong name for their daughter.  “Yes, the goddess of the hunt,” she replied.

“Oh my,” said Claudius.  “I have enslaved a goddess!”

Octavius laughed.  “But remember, my friend, Diana is also the goddess of fertility.”

Diana glanced back Octavius.  Then she saw him making a gesture.  He connected the tips of his index finger and thumb from one hand together, creating circle.  Then he straightened out the index finger from his other hand and moved it in and out of the circle, clearly creating the image of fucking.  “I suggest that we discover just how fertile the goddess Diana is before we deliver her to Caligula.”

It was Claudius’ turn to laugh.  “Good idea, my friend.”

Diana was furious at this point.  This was going way too far.  But furious did not even begin to describe her anger when Claudius reached out and grasped the front of her top and tore it off of her.  She sputtered as her breasts spilled free, bobbing on her chest before settling down, and glared at her captor again.

“Rape!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.  She quickly raised her arms and used them to shield her breasts from the leers of the two men.

“Not yet, slave,” said Octavius as he stepped behind her.  In another swift move, he tore off her skirt and panties, leaving her naked other than for her sneakers and socks.  “We’ll save the rape for later.”

“Rape!” she shouted again.  She looked around for help as she lowered one of her arms, trying to cover her sex.  But nobody was coming to her rescue.  A few stopped and smiled at her nudity but most people just went about their business.

Claudius moved a step closer to her and she backed up, bumping into Octavius who was standing behind her.  Before she could move to the side to try to escape, however, the chariot driver grasped her arms and pulled them behind her back, quickly tying her wrists together.  She struggled to try to free them but they were tied too securely.

“Rape!” she shouted again as she lashed her leg back, trying to kick the man who had just bound her.

“She’s a spirited one, Claudius,” he said.  “Are you sure that you don’t want to keep her?  She has a fire within her.”

“Yes, she is spirited,” agreed Claudius.  He stepped in front of Diana and reached out, lifting her breasts in his palms.  She kicked out and connected with Claudius’ shin, grunting with pain as her foot hit him.  He seemed totally unaffected by the blow but her own foot was throbbing with pain.  “And she is very well endowed.  She had the size of these very well concealed in that odd garment.”

Diana bent her head down in an attempt to bite her attacker but Octavius grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up.  “Behave girl,” Octavius warned her as he held her in place, using her hair as a handle to control her.

Diana groaned at the helplessness of the situation.  She just had to find the head of this insane asylum soon before things spun out of control even more.

“Let’s take her to my place,” said Claudius as he bounced the abundant fleshy orbs in his hands.  “We can enjoy her there.”

“Excellent idea, my friend,” agreed Octavius.  “I’ll give you a ride.  Let me just put a leash on your new girl.”

Diana’s eyes opened wide in surprise as Octaviuss went back to the chariot and returned with another piece of rope which he tied snugly around her neck.  Then both men got into the chariot and started it down the road.  Diana dug her heels in, refusing to follow, but was almost pulled off her feet when the slack in the rope was taken out by the moving chariot.  She realized that she could either walk or be dragged behind the chariot and she decided that walking would be less painful.

She was still angry as they led her through the streets with her wrists still tied behind her back.  She kept looking left and right as they passed buildings, looking for a nurse’s station or administrative office or any sign of someone who could stop these insane inmates.  But all that she saw were more inmates dressed in togas and  tunics, leering at her nudity as the men led her past them.

The chariot came to a halt at one point and she stopped behind it.  Claudius pointed off to the right.  “This is the circus that you asked about earlier.”

Again, Diana’s eyes opened wide in surprise.  It was Circus Maximus!  But it was not the Circus Maximus of today which was essentially a city park where the original circus used to be.  It was the Circus Maximus of ancient Rome, complete with a track for chariot races and other items that she had read about.

How could this be?  It was as if she really was in the Rome of the Roman Empire.  But that was impossible, wasn’t it?  She had to figure this out quickly and decided to ask a few questions.  If her captors really were ancient Romans, they would know the answers but if they were just lunatics from an insane asylum, they probably wouldn’t.

“Who was the emperor before Caligula?”

“That was Tiberius,” replied Octavius.  Damn, she thought.  That was the correct answer.  Most people would never know something like that.

“What year is this?” asked Diana.

“This is the third year of the rule of Caligula,” said Claudius.

Damn again, she thought.  They would not have used terminology like BC or AD at this point in history.  They gave the answer that was correct for the period.

Then she gasped.  If their answers were to be believed, then she was living in about 40AD.  And her family and friends would not be born for almost two thousand years!  But how could that possibly be?

She felt the tug on the rope and started walking as the chariot started moving again.  She glanced down and saw her breasts bobbing and dancing on her chest with each step.  She groaned as her recent discovery seeped into her brain and she started to wrestle with the consequences of it.  She was now a Roman slave.  But how could this be?

One thing was certain to her now.  She definitely did not want to be taken to the emperor at this point.  She wracked her brain, trying to remember all of the details of Caligula’s reign.  If she recalled correctly, it was a short reign of maybe four or five years.  But he established quite a reputation for himself during those few short years.

Caligula must have been mentally unbalanced if all of the stories about him were true.  He had a reputation for cruelty and instilling terror in his subjects.  And the stories of his decadence and perversions went on and on.  It seemed that no sexual act was taboo as far as he was concerned.

“Wait!” she shouted to the two men in the chariot.  “I changed my mind.  I don’t want you to take me to the Emperor.”

“Now you’re talking sense, girl,” replied Claudius.

“That’s a smart slave you have there,” added Octavius.  But the chariot kept moving, leading Diana down the street.

“Wait!” shouted Diana again.  “I said I don’t want to go to Caligula.  Why aren’t you stopping?  Why are we still moving?”

“We heard you, girl,” said Claudius, looking over his shoulder to see the beautiful captive and the delightful way that her breasts were animated by her steps.

“Then why aren’t you stopping?” she asked, blushing from the way that his eyes were ogling her chest.

“We weren’t planning on taking you to him today anyways,” he replied.  “We’re taking you home now.”

Octavius turned and looked back at the girl, leering at her nudity.  “We are going to test a goddess’ fertility today.”

Diana groaned.  They planned to rape her after all.  It was just so unfair.  And now she knew that not only was she a slave, but she was destined to be a sex slave.

Shortly after that, Octavius stopped the chariot and tethered the horses to a post.  Claudius tugged on the leash and propelled Diana forward toward the doorway of the stone house as Octavius gave her naked ass a swat.

Oh god, thought Diana.  Here it comes!  It was not as if Diana was a virgin.  She was far from promiscuous but she had enjoyed sex with several boys during her college career.  But this was going to be so different.  She never had sex with two men before.  And even when she did have sex with one male, it had been a male of her choosing.  Now she was about to be used and abused by two complete strangers.

The leash was removed from her neck and then her wrists were unbound.  She glanced around and considered running to try to escape.  But where would a naked girl in a strange land and a strange time go?  She decided that she would stay for a little longer.  Maybe they would feed her and maybe she could find some clothes before she escaped.

They had her remove her shoes and commented on her odd sandals.  Then the two men sat on a bench and looked at her.  “Dance for us, girl.”

Diana blinked.  Dance?  Well at least it was better than being raped.  But how did slaves dance in ancient Rome?  She had no idea.  So she just started moving and gyrating her body, extending her arms as she undulated.

“It is a strange dance,” commented Octavius.  “But pleasing.”

“Yes, very pleasing,” agreed Claudius.  “It must be a tribal dance of some sort.  What tribe are you, girl?” he asked her.

She thought for a moment, not sure how to reply.  She didn’t know the names of any of the tribes from this era.  And even if she did, it would be dangerous to name one.  She had no idea which ones were friends or foes of the Romans.

“The Saxbury tribe,” she finally replied.

“Hmmm,” nodded Claudius.  “That’s a new one on me.  Is it a Celtic tribe?”

“Yes,” said Diana.  “It is from the north.”  She turned and twisted.  She held her arms out to her sides and twirled again, trying to be as graceful as possible without being suggestive.  She did not want to encourage the two males into thinking that she was sexually available, even though she knew that they would probably make her available by force if they had to.

But males will be males.  After she had danced for about fifteen minutes, Claudius leaned back and flipped up the skirt of his tunic, revealing his manhood.  “Come, girl.  Dance on this.”

Diana gasped as she saw the cock standing tall and proud.  It was not the largest cock that she had ever seen but it’s girth was very impressive.  And it appeared to already be as hard as a rock.

“Does my dancing displease you?” she asked as she continued to sway and step.  Maybe she could postpone her rape.

“Your dancing pleases me very much, girl,” he replied as he lightly stroked his shaft.  “Can’t you see what you have done to me?  Now come take care of your master.”

She pondered what to do in this situation.  How could she avoid what seemed to be inevitable?  Or at least how could she postpone it?  She glanced back to Claudius who had crooked a finger and was beckoning her.  She continued to ponder.  But then her pondering was cut short as Octavius arose from the bench and unhooked a whip from his belt as he leered at her.  He swung it through the air and snapped it menacingly for effect.

“Yikes!” she peeped as she saw the threatening leer.  She quickly scampered to Claudius and straddled his legs.  He gripped her waist and starting pressing her downward.  She felt herself blushing and wondered what they used for lubricant in ancient days.

But she needn’t have worried about that.  She felt the bulb of his cock touch her petals and then felt the shaft slicing into her body easily.  Was she already that wet?  Why was she wet?  Was she aroused by this?  Surely not!

She felt every inch of the thick cock’s travel as it stretched her and filled her.  She moaned once it was fully embedded in her sex and then moaned again as Claudius’ grip on her waist started moving her back upward, letting the monster start to recede from her body.

She closed her eyes and silently scolded herself for her behavior and the predicament that her failures had gotten her into.  She had not followed the rules and now she was suffering the consequences with an unwanted male fucking her against her will.  She had taken the rape prevention classes.  Hell, she had even taught the class last month to a group of freshmen lacrosse players.  So why hadn’t she done what she was supposed to do?  How could she ignore all of that training today, of all days?

The very first thing that she was supposed to do was attack and scream and make a commotion that might either scare her assailant away or attract help.  Instead, she had just casually carried on a conversation with Claudius and then walked with him back to Rome.  Although, at the time, she rationalized, she had no idea that she would be raped.  She thought that she was in a mental institution and that all she had to do was find the people in charge.

And she did scream ‘rape’ as soon as they stripped her clothes off of her.  So she supposed that she did that part right.

After that, they had her bound and there was nothing to do to protect herself.  The class taught that self-preservation was best at that point.  Do whatever you have to do to not be injured or killed.  So she had let the male sink his beefy cock into her unwilling body and now she was being moved up and down on his pole.

All in all, she supposed, she had actually followed most of the advice.  And the only reason that she hadn’t followed all of it was because there was confusion at the beginning.  She hadn’t realized that she had somehow been magically transported back two thousand years.

Hands lifted her breasts and squeezed them.  “Are you hungry, Diana?” asked Octavius.  He was standing behind her now and was holding her breasts, toying with them.

She realized that she was indeed hungry.  She couldn’t remember the last time she ate.  Actually, she could remember but that meal was two thousand years in the future.  “Yes, I am hungry.”

Octavius released her breasts and then gripped her ponytail, using it as a handle again to turn her head to the side.  He reached down with his other hand and lifted the hem of his tunic, allowing his cock to spring into view.  “Allow me to feed you, then.”

Diana gasped as she realized what she was about to be forced to do.  She had done it before so that was not a problem.  But it had never been one of her favorite activities.  At least part of the gasp, however, had been caused by the cock itself.  Whereas Claudius’ cock was squat and thick, the one that sprang from Octavius’ crotch was extremely long and narrow.  And it curved upward.  One of the males had a club dangling between his legs while the other one had a long curved spear!

Octavius continued to use the ponytail as a handle and pulled her face toward his cock.  It bumped against her lips but she kept them sealed tightly together.

Her nipples erupted in pain and she glanced down, seeing Claudius’ fingers flattening her sensitive little nubbins, crushing them in his grip.  “Open your mouth, girl.  Be a good little slave for us.”

Diana whimpered at the helplessness of her situation.  She wanted to resist but she could not take the shooting pain in her breasts any longer.  Reluctantly, she parted her lips and the other male slid his long, slender cock into her waiting mouth.  Immediately, the pressure on her nipples was released but her tender little buds continued to throb.

She continued to be pumped up and down on the cock embedded in her pussy as Claudius moved her at the pace he liked.  Octavius also started a pumping action in her mouth, pushing deep at times and causing her to gag.  Again, she felt herself blushing as the two men used her body so completely.

This went on for what seemed like forever.  Why didn’t they cum and be done with it?  Finally, Diana decided to take things into her own hands, or at least her pussy and mouth.  She decided to help them so that she could get this ordeal behind her.  She clamped her pussy around the thick stalk embedded in her sex, hoping that would push the one male over the edge.  And she sucked on the other one, bathing it with her tongue and fluttering her tongue along its length in hopes of stimulating it to orgasm.

They continued like this for a while longer but then Octavius suddenly pulled out.  She expected to be showered with his hot, sticky sperm but was surprised when he stepped back and then maneuvered himself behind her.

“Hold her steady, my friend,” she heard Octavius say.  Then Claudius pushed her down on the massive rod in her sex and held her there.

She felt fingers prying her bottom cheeks apart and then felt something cold and wet rubbing against her little pucker.

“No!!!!” she wailed.  “Not that!!!”

She had never been taken anally and never had any desire to try it.  She continued to protest and resist.  But with Claudius’ tight grip on her waist and Octavius holding her tightly by her arms, she was no match for the big men.  She grunted as she felt the long cock pushing at her tight little sphincter and then howled as it pushed its way into her.

“No!!!!” she continued to wail, but the long monster continued to enter her.  She felt every inch of its travel as it forced its way into her bowels and continued to howl and wail.  Finally, she felt it stop moving and she realized that it was fully embedded in her.

Claudius started her moving on his cock again and Octavius started pumping in and out of her ass.  It was so awful!  She could feel them slicing in and out of her body and occasionally felt them banging into one another inside of her.

Octavius reached around her and claimed her breasts again, lifting them and squeezing them as he continued to piston his rod in and out of her ass.  Claudius released her waist and let his fingers dance over her silky, captive flesh.  Eventually, he found her clit and started stroking it, sending unwanted thrills through her body.

The stimulus was becoming too much for her.  As much as she tried to resist it, she felt an orgasm approaching, building momentum inside of her body.  She bit her lower lip anxiously, trying to fend off the climax.

But the cocks deep in her body and the magical work of the fingers proved to be too much for her.  Her body tensed and she let out a low, rolling growl as her body erupted in orgasm.  The last thing that she remembered before passing out was feeling the two cocks twitching as they shot their loads of sperm into her pussy and ass.

To be continued