"Colosseum death row killings « on: January 08, 2017, 05:43:" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/07zxVGrh Created on: Tuesday 4th of April 2017 08:00:18 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:22:09 AM UTC Colosseum death row killings « on: January 08, 2017, 05:43:42 PM » ReplyQuote This is a fantasy story it's all made up, really this stuff never happens even if you read or see on TV a story about a Island where this is supposed to be happening I'm telling you just like a politician its a lie Story By handlebar “Governor, I just found a way to make up the budget deficit and make a million a week for your pet projects.” That got him to perk up. “There is this new cable show where they have people fight it out to the death in a Roman-type coliseum; we could take the death row prisoners and tell them they will die in a coliseum like a Roman gladiator in hand-to-hand combat with another prisoner and that their loved ones get 10,000.00, plus 1,000.00 for every fight they win. I already have 16 who signed the papers. They all know that, in the end, they will kneel, and a sword will be driven into them at their neck and then down into their chest, splitting their hearts. We have 6 women who want to fight and 5 more who just want to be killed with the sword. Here's the bonus: two asked to be stuck up their vaginas. All we need is your signature as congress has passed the bill to allow it!” Next Day The long horn blew to announce the entry of the prisoners and the gladiators. The five who were to be executed for their crimes were led to the middle of the stadium where they were roughly made to kneel . Five gladiators lined up behind them, unsheathed their swords, and saluted the crowd. Seeing as this was the first execution of prisoners, most didn't know what was happening. But the students of history and watchers of gladiator movies and TV series knew well; and they went nuts. Soon, they had told their neighbors, and the whole crowd was stamping their feet in anticipation. The Governor stood and told the crowd, “These men and women have volunteered to entertain you today. They are all condemned and from death row at the state pen. All will die today. The last one alive will be killed by a lucky member of the crowd who will receive 5,000.00 as headsman’s pay.” That did it the crowd was ready now. The first woman was shaking now, trying to hold it together. She knew the script and would follow it, but she was afraid she would lose her nerve, and her family would lose the money. As the gladiator touched the hollow between her collarbone and her neck, she rolled forward and then stood up. She ran, and the gladiator took his trident and threw it into her back. She grabbed the point that came out of her stomach and turned. He reached her just then and, with one stroke of the sword, took her head. He caught the head before it hit the ground and looked her in the eye, “Well done little one.” She puckered up, and he kissed her. He felt her tongue move a bit, then it was just another piece of flesh in his mouth. The still crowd then erupted in cheers. It wasn't in the script, but he threw her head to a group of college boys. And then a thought hit him: I should have fucked her head up her throat! The crowd looked back at the kneeling girls. The second one took her top off, turned to her killer, threw her chest out, and moved her head to the side. He placed the tip of his sword in that hollow between the collarbone and the neck. She smiled at him. He leaned on the blade, driving it deep into her chest and moving it around to ensure that her heart and all those arteries leading from it were shredded. She tried to scream, but all that happened was a fountain of blood, which shot from her mouth and out her nose. He held his sword in place so she couldn't fall over. She grabbed her throat as the blood flowed out her mouth, and then she shuttered and slumped down, letting the sword withdraw from her chest. The next girl in line saw the death and was relieved that it was over so fast. The script called for her to be stabbed in both sides of her neck and, as she started to falter, he was to gut her from her neck to her pussy. She stood, slowly removing her top and then her bottom wrap. The crowd was loving this. She slowly turned, showing off her 38D breasts and flat, rippled stomach. When she faced the swordsman, she held her arms out and pulled her neck back. He had been practicing this for hours and didn't want to fuck it up. With two quick strokes, he open the jugulars and arteries on both sides of her neck. She took one step back, then caught herself. She was amused at how far the first two shots of blood went. She started to get cold, a deep, core-chilling cold. She whispered, “I think I'm going to pass out NOW!” He smiled at her and swung hard, splitting her chest, cutting her belly, then going through her groin bone and her pussy. He was proud of her as she still stood there, opened up like that. Then, she astounded the crowd by pulling the cut apart, sticking a hand in, and pulling out a mass of guts. She looked at it and fell. As she hit the ground, she held her guts up like a salute to the crowd. The swordsman thought: if I had met her before my life and hers went wrong, I would have loved her. The crowd was going crazy, and the Governor told his aid, “Give her family another 10,000.00. That was one hell of a show”. The last two girls had their hands wrist-deep in their pussies. They had planned this very well. They both faced each other, pulled their hands out, and presented their dripping digits to the other to suck clean. As they pushed and pulled the fingers to be cleaned, in and out of each other’s mouths, the crowd started to stomp in time with each finger sucked. They then bent over face to face and started to wiggle their asses to the crowd. The black-haired Asian said, “Come on, boys, let’s all have a last fuck. They didn't say we couldn't, and I want a good shaggin’.” As the crowd watched, both girls turned and grabbed a cock and started to suck. The men weren't able to hold out for long and filled each mouth. Both women turned again and, reaching back, grabbed the cocks and started to rub them on their pussies. Both cocks became hard again to the cheers of the crowd. This time, they lasted, and both women got a great fucking. As they came, they smiled at each other and started to scream “NOW FUCK ME WITH YOUR SWORD! FUCK ME DEEP WITH IT!” Both men came again with that invitation. The crowd watched as the men withdrew and the come poured out of the cunts. With hard strokes, both men sheathed their swords in their new “scabbards.” Both women let out long, deep screams as the swordsmen kept pushing the blades deeper and deeper into their vaginas. As the men’s hands went inside the cut-open vaginas, the girls’ screams were cut off and replaced with great spurts of blood. After the second blast of blood, instead of sound coming out of their mouths, it was a blood-covered sword tip. The blond girl’s sword tip had a loop of intestine wrapped around it and, as the blade was withdrawn, the bluish loop of gut stayed hanging from her lips. She was still alive but sagging fast. She remembered the girl before her who pulled her split guts apart, so, she reached up and grabbed the loop of gut and pulled as hard as she could. She was torn apart from the pain but pulled again and felt a rush of hot blood between her legs. Then, she thought it was weird that she couldn't see anymore. The crowd saw her face with a surprised look on it. Then, she fell flat onto her face… dead. Her companion in this dance of death stood watching her, then turned to her swordsman and drew a bloody finger across her neck. She tried to ask him to take her head but, rather than words, only chunks of guts flew out, followed by thick blood clots. He understood. He bowed to her strength and honored her wish. He borrowed his friend’s sword and laid the two swords on her shoulders like a large pair of scissors. She smiled at him and nodded her head. He put all his muscle into the stroke and was surprised that her head stayed on her shoulders. Her eyes stayed alert for one second… then two… then three; she shivered. He tossed his swords and caught her as the body relaxed and slumped down over her friend. He looked her in the eyes, and she was still there, he kissed her out of respect at first, then, she kissed back with passion and want. As her tongue slipped into his mouth, his cock got so hard the pain brought him back to the moment. She smiled at him, opened her mouth, and made a perfect circle of her lips. He turned her toward him and slid her neck over his cock. Now, there was no movement in her mouth, but he fucked her head anyway. As he got ready to cum, he pushed his cock out of her mouth and came. The crowd was really into the moment now. The swordsman looked to the governor and pointed to the crowd then to her head, asking if her could pick a member to give it to. The governor wasn't a fool; he saw how this was going to fill his coffers and said, “NOW THE SWORDSMAN WILL PICK A LUCKY WINNER.” The swordsman’s eye had seen a young woman as soon as he entered onto the killing floor. She was so fair, so innocent looking, just like the virgins that he killed before he got caught. He pointed to her, and she let out the cutest little yell. The guards brought her to the dirt, and she walked straight to him, right through the pools of thickening blood and chunks of gut. He presented the head to her, and she bowed to him and hugged it to her chest. He noticed how her breasts swelled over the top of her blouse. She noticed him watching and asked the guards, “Can I kiss him?” Not waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and, taking her right hand, she cupped his face and kissed him. Her left hand grabbed his cock, still wet from fucking the woman whose head she held. She squeezed it and pulled from the base to the tip. That milked all the cum still in it, onto her hand. As she pulled away, she brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. Then, she slid her four fingers, loaded with his sperm, into her vagina. Softly, so only he could her, she said, “I will raise this child. And if it’s a son, I will fuck him when he turns into a man and tell him about this day in his father’s life. If it’s a girl, she will know every trick about fucking men as well as women. Now, have a glorious death. Fight well. If you’re the last one left, I shall have my father buy the rights to kill you, and I will drive the sword into your heart. All these things I promise.“ He knew now that he would win; there was no doubt in his heart. The three women who wanted to fight were brought onto the coliseum floor. They were placed in a circle with their backs toward one another. The guard told them, “I'm going to throw a sword in front of each of you. At the command, FIGHT, you will run for your sword, then turn and fight.” They were all ready and, when he yelled, they took off, but the redhead turned quickly and grabbed the blonde in a rear, naked choke hold, lifted her up, and walked to the sword. She held her victim till she stopped fighting, then reached for the blade, using her body as a shield. She faced the third fighter. That girl just smiled at her. “Drop her and fight, or they will shoot us both. You know that.” The redhead smiled and dropped her. “Oh well, it was worth a try.” They charged each other. The redhead fell to the ground and, as the other girl ran by, stabbed upward and buried her blade deep in her asshole. The impaled girl took two more steps, grabbed at her belly, and sat down heavily on her ass, driving the blade deep into her guts. She pulled her head back and screamed, but there was no sound. Just a large splash of blood sprayed in the air and ran down her chest. The redhead came over, rolled her over, and removed her blade from the ass. The guard was motioning for her to come to where the other women had been executed. She started to move but felt a huge pressure in her back. Then, she saw a sword sticking out of her belly. She looked at it in wonder, then saw it move up her chest. The girl she had choked out hadn't been killed, only knocked out. She had grabbed a sword as soon as she woke up and, seeing her opening, had taken her attacker out. The crowd loved it. She saluted them and saw the guard pointing to the killing area but decided that she was in control of her own death. She knelled, placed the tip of the blade at her breast bone and, using both hands, shoved it upward into her chest. Her hands felt very warm as the blood from her heart washed them red. Her last thought was: that was a good way to die, all warm and pain free.