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CeTe's Zoostories 7 - Quintus


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                             Panem et Circenses I


"Kill her!" the centurion shouted.

Quintus hesitated. The Hispanic started crying.

"Shuddup, you whore!"

The centurion whirled around and cut off her head.

"Legionary Quintus Rationalus," he yelled, "you're a wretched traitor. I guess
you'll feel better among your equals."

It was Caesar Commodus's birthday. Quintus watched at one of the two intrances
to the arena. While hearing the death screams of the doomed people behind the
lattice gate, he thought back to that battle of serious consequences three
months ago.

His cohort had set out to suppress a rising of the Basques, an unyielding
mountain tribe. The second day, they fell into an ambush, but thanks to their
superior tactics, they defeated them. Afterwards, his unit took revenge on the
barbarians, assaulted their village, massacred their families. Quintus, though,
could not slay that defenseless woman, kneeling at his feet and begging for
mercy. Owing to his compassion, his centurion transferred him to the guard of
the Coliseum, the greatest amphitheater, in the capital of the Roman Empire,
the center of the world, Rome.

Panem et circenses, bread and games were the means whereby the Emperor
entertained his subjects. Quintus was different; he hated such senseless
massacres he had to attend at, or he would die.

The munus, the death fight, was over. Dozens of lacerated bodies lay in the
blood-soaked sand, and the predators were replete. They left the place of
execution, passing him. He starred at them in awe and arousal.

                             Panem et Circenses II


At dead of night, Quintus strode through the Coliseum's dark vaults. Merely his
burning torch lightened his way.

Suddenly, he heard a low noise, raised his spear and called combat-readily,
"Someone there?"

No answer.

"Come here!" he told in a hard voice.

Quintus went forward watchfully. He arrived at the wild animal cages. Walking
slowly along the grilles, the nineteen-year-old legionary looked into the
separate cells. In the first one, he saw a couple of sleeping lionesses. Within
the second one lay a lion. He was asleep as well. Quintus stopped, admiring
that proud predator.

"By Jupiter, what a mighty creature!" he whispered impressedly.

Then there was the same noise. It came from inside the third cage. He stepped
close up, the flame of his torch shone into the small cell, he beheld a feline
with a yellow, black-speckled fur: a cheetah.

Quintus was enchanted. That was the most beautiful animal he had ever seen. He
gazed into her glowing eyes, she gazed back, time passed by.

Unexpectedly, she hissed threateningly, turned around flashingly and sprayed
hot urine against his bare legs. Her scent rose to his nose, captivating his
senses.

Hypnotized, he unlocked the lattice door, lifted his tunic, loosened his
woollen underwear, kneeled down behind her. His rough hands, grasped her fleecy
flanks, his phallus touched her smooth, soft labia. With a single thrust, he
stretched them apart and penetrated her tight.

Instantaneously, they came to an overpowering orgasm, and her passionate roar
echoed from the walls of the eternal monument. After satisfying her, Quintus
left the cheetah alone in her forsaken dungeon.

The following day, she returned into the arena to devour the damned.

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