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In the Court of Caligula

on 2009-12-13 01:25:54

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"Here Ye, Here Ye, The court of Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, Emperor of Rome, Just and Fair Ruler of all the Civilized World, is now in session."

The emperor looked down upon his court from the throne of Rome, as the many minute introduction ceremony continued. A tall and strong man, he maintained himself in the fighting trim he had earned while adventuring with his father in Germania, on which occasion he had been given his earned name, Caligula. Today, he would hear the report of his general, Romulus, on the efforts to expand civilization to the barbarian peoples to the north. That is, if the crier ever finished.

Unusually tall, even for a roman soldier, Romulus was an imposing sight at 5'11", all of it muscle. He had earned the loyalty of his men by leading them from the front, rather than the rear. This had impressed Caligula enough that he had chosen Romulus to replace his father as general of the army of enlightenment. Romulus stepped forward to the center of the amphitheater, glad that the announcement was done.

"My emperor, fellow citizens of Rome, I bring good tidings. The paving of southern Germania has been completed, and we have established garrisons and schools throughout the region. I anticipate it will only be a few more years before the Germanics are fully integrated into civilization. Further, we have made overtures to the northern tribes, and based on our initial discussions I believe that the Visagoaoths may be brought into the empire peaceably. I have come before you this day to request funds and personnel to provide these people with assistance. The greatest problem these people face is a lack of medicine and healers, and if we can provide them with this, then I have no doubt we can bring them under the blanket of our great civilization without the need for bloodshed, either theirs or that of our brave legionaries. Do I have your permission, my emperor?"

The court looked to the emperor, but few doubted that Romulus' request would be granted. This emperor was well know as a wise and kind ruler, and more frugal with the lives of his troops than the empire's gold. When Caligula raised his hand in ascent, and bade his general assemble the personnel and supplies he needed, none were surprised.

It was for acts such as this, and others, that Caligula was to be remembered as the wisest and kindest emperor of the eternal roman emperor. Even 2000 years hence, to be compared to Caligula was the greatest of complements one citizen of the Roman Republic could give to another. It was on his wisdom that the continent spanning empire had survived and spread even to the other planets of the solar system.

As the crier called the court to order, a small ripple, imperceptible to any in attendance, was the only sign that something had changed. Following lines of force spanning more than 4 dimensions, a field began to propagate from elsewhen into the room.

As the crier completed his initial announcement, the crowd began to take their seats, from the men closest to the emperor to those of lowest rank in the back. The priests of Mars were seated farthest back, for their spiritual rank did not afford them high standing in the court. The set of dour men, dressed in ceremonial armor, awaited their turn, secure in the knowledge that, though they held minimal rank, their words carried great weight. As the crier began the second verse and the middle rows sat, they set down their ceremonial staffs, their long robes swishing. As the next verse was read, they took their cue, pulling off their diaphanous, see-through robes and bearing their femininity to the world, the priestesses firm, high breasts standing proud in tribute to their goddess Venus, and then, on cue, they lay down on the bench, two to a spot, and began licking each others' cunts, feeling each others' boobs, driving each other towards their holy orgasm, crying out their pleasure to the court, to let them know that the goddess smiled on them.

In the next row, praetorians Regulus and Vendisius, lifetime friends who had risen through the court ranks together, resisted the urge to look behind them. The young men knew that the pleasuring of Venus was a sight but it would be unseemly to turn their back to the emperor. Instead, Vendisia pulled aside the codpiece of her handsome soldier, and sat back, thrusting herself upon her husband's mighty cock from behind, letting out a quiet moan as she settled down upon him. Regulus reached around and snaked his hands into her tunic as she silently milked him, fondling her breasts to return the pleasure.

In the forward rows sat the elders of Rome, behind only those who were to speak. Though old and decrepit, their wisdom was yet valued. The speaker for the wise men motioned to the side, as the crier was still going on, and a row of concubines entered the room discretely, each taking their place before the scholars and pulling out their dicks. the concubines fell upon the strapping men, swallowing their meat to the root, trying to keep time with the crier as she screamed with the intensity of the captain of the guards thrusts. The captain fucked the crier hard, knowing that his performance with her would be judged, as she cried out in passion, working herself back at him as best she could with one leg over the captains shoulders. She was sure to tun so as to give the court the best possible show.

Caligula thrust up into his third wife as she worked around on his lap, gyrating on his small dick without pulling up, not an easy feat on a man with a gut such as his. The emperor looked out at his court and made a note to commend the captain for his performance. The crowd looked back politely. Those here with their wives, suitors, sisters, or close friends were careful to look neutral when the emperor's gaze fell on them. That an emperor should act out such perversions before his court; even the scholars mumbled among themselves as the concubines worked their wood. Never had an emperor behaved in this way.

As the crier finally screamed her release, the emperor reluctantly bade his wife rise, and she pulled herself up, looking ashamed, and moved behind the throne. The emperor made no move to conceal his glistening rod. "I will hear news from Germania," Caligula declared, looking bored.

Romulus steeled himself, and pulled his sister off of his cock. She resisted for the slightest moment, having been driven quite close to orgasm, but she knew that no one kept the emperor waiting, so she gave his dick a fond caress and sat down in his place, sliding herself onto the marble dildo sticking out of the bench. Romulus stepped to the center of the room, and bowed to the emperor. The emperor motioned, and Romulus stepped forward, marching up the the throne, and, ashamed, took the emperors dick into her mouth. The emperor reached down and caressed Roma's boobs roughly, uncaring for her feelings, as she tried not to think about the eyes of the court that were witnessing this. She knew what would happen to her sister, held firmly on a praetorian's dick, a knife to her throat, if she displeased the emperor.

"My emperor, fellow citizens of Ro--of Rome," stuttered general Horticus, the pale, gangly commander of the northern forces. "I bring good tidings. The paving of southern Germania proceeds on sch-schedule, and we have established garrisons throughout the region. I anticipate it will only be a few more years before the Germanics cease their resistance." He gestured to a large group of naked women surrounded by guards off to the side. "The people of Germania send their most beautiful to taste civilization. I hope the emperor finds them acceptable." He turned back to the throne, and cleared his throat loudly, before continuing. "We have made overtures to the northern tribes, and the Visagoaoths rejected them outright. They seem to have a distinct aversion to giving you... I mean, the empire... the tribute it deserves. I have come before you this day to request personnel to crush these barbarians. The greatest problem these people face is a lack of medicine and healers, and if we press them, I have no doubt we can bring them under the blanket of our great civilization. I estimate we may lose only a legion or two, hardly anything to be concerned with. Do I have your permission, my emperor?"

The court looked to the emperor, but few doubted that Horticus' request would be granted. This emperor was well know as a greedy ruler, frugal neither with his money, which he spent aggrandizing himself in construction, nor with the lives of his troops, whom he sent to die without a care, so long as more pretty girls were brought to his bed. The priestesses of Venus tried not to show their disgust at the emperor as he pushed the poor girl he had co-opted down hard onto his dick, nearly choking her, as he came, before raising his hand in ascent, and bade his general assemble the personnel and supplies he needed. The court was then forced to wait as the emperor waded into his new slaves, fondling and rubbing, and, if the girl was insufficiently pretty or resisted, ordering his guards to kill them on the floor. The guards dared not object, for all of their sisters and mothers were int he imperial harem, as hostages.

It was for acts such as these, and others, that Caligula was to be remembered as the cruelest and most evil emperor of the roman emperor. Even 2000 years hence, to be compared to Caligula was the greatest of insults a person could give to another. It was his greed that led to his fall, and his arrogance that sparked a grudge that would topple his empire.

The field flowed out of the court, drawn elsewhere by the currents of space.




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