I DO NOT OWN SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A RAPE SCENE; READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

FACE CLAIMS

SEXTUS- ZACHARY QUINTO

METTIUS- JOHN CUSACK

CAELUS SUEDIUS PEREGRINUS- WILL SASSO

Capua, Roman Republic. Spring, 77 BC

When Lisa eventually came to, she found herself face down in a patch of grass. She slowly got on her knees and rubbed circles on her head; trying to shake off the queasy feeling that she felt. It felt like Lisa had been struck by one of the lightning bolts, but she felt like if that had been the case; she shouldn't be alive.

"Ow...my freaking head..." Lisa groaned as she slowly moved her head around; trying to get her bearings and find out where she was. As she slowly got up on her feet and turned around, she was hoping to see Saint Maria Capua Vetere. Instead, she saw what looked like a completely different town. All of the buildings within the town were of a Greco-Roman style, but they didn't look like cheap knockoffs. They looked one hundred percent genuine, as if they had been snatched from Roman times and brought to the modern world.

"It's amazing...it looks like an actual city in Ancient Rome." Lisa said to herself as she dusted off the grass and dirt from her clothes and began walking in the direction of town. As she made the trek to this fantastic town, she spotted 2 men upon the road. They were both dark haired gentlemen with light skin and they were dressed in bland colored robes with sandals upon their feet. Lisa figured that they must be cosplayers; perhaps from some Greco-Roman type of Renaissance fair or something similar.

"Ciao Amici!" (Hello friends!) Lisa called as she threw out a wave to the men who looked at her with first confusion, then intrigue, and finally, as most men were prone to do; lust. She quickly made her way down towards them.

"Quaenam haec lingua loquitur, Sexte?" (What tongues speaks this cunt, Sextus?) One of the men asked.

"Nescio, sed os meum mentula, Mettius, libenter viderem." (I do not know, but I would gladly see her mouth upon my cock, Mettius.) The other man answered with a smile. The first thing Lisa realized was that the men were fluent in Latin. The second was that these men were both pervs.

"Invenias meretricem pro gallis tuis." (Find a whore for your cocks.) Lisa shot back, earning chuckled from the men as they circled around her.

"Feisty cunnum optimum genus est." (Feisty cunt, the best kind there is.) Sextus said with a smirk as before Lisa could tell him to piss off, Mettius moved behind her and drew out a dagger from his robe.

"Tu genu flexo deglutiat galli, aut sanguinem de gutture effusum videas." (You will bend knee to swallow cock, or see blood spilled from throat.) Mettius growled as he pressed the steel to Lisa's throat. She felt herself overcome with fear as she slowly kneeled. Lisa could not believe this was happening to her. She'd heard of women being raped, she'd even knew a couple who had suffered such. It was naive of her perhaps, but Lisa had never thought it would happen to her.

Yet, Sextus had parted his robe to reveal his cock and Lisa knew that there was no escaping this. She opened her mouth and roughly received Sextus's dick. It tasted ghastly, but Lisa made no effort to resist nor bite, for such action would only result in further pain. What was only 10 minutes in reality, felt like 10 hours in the weight of how much suffering was endured. Lisa tried to hold back her tears, but failed miserably.

Eventually, it ended as Sextus climaxed down her throat. Lisa gasped for air as Mettius came about and grabbed her hair. By the smile on his face, he made it clear that he wanted a turn. Lisa was once again orally raped as Mettius helped himself to what was not his and had no right to. Lisa gages heavily as she was forced to inhale the scent, the taste, the humiliation.

Finally, after what felt like several more hours, the 2nd round of desecration finished and Lisa fell to her knees; her face, a mixture of tears and ejaculate. She hoped that they would leave, now that they'd gotten what they wanted, but Mettius's next words killed that hope.

"Vendamus cunnum bono Peregrino et nummum in bursa nostra ponamus!" (Let us sell the cunt to good Peregrinus and put coin in our hands!) he declared as he withdrew a rope from his side pouch and bound Lisa's hands with it. She was too shocked and broken to object as they drug her down to the town below.

"Grata Capua nobili, multos invenies gallos ad satisfaciendum." (Welcome to noble Capua, you shall find many cocks to satisfy.) Sextus jested as they hauled Lisa about the streets. As they walked, Lisa saw everyone wearing typical Roman garb as her rapists. Suddenly, a terrifying thought shattered her weakened mind: the lightning bolt that hit her must have sent her back through time to Ancient Rome. The concept seemed like something out of some lame story, but here she was; living it.

After a few minutes, they reached a building and inside, stood men and women who looked broken and beaten down. They were clearly slaves and Lisa was set to become one against her will. Eventually, she saw a husky man, wearing finer robes than those of her rapists.

"Sexte, Metti, fauste ut te videam." (Sextus, Mettius, good fortune to see you.)The man said with a smile.

"Fortuna nostra, Peregrine bone. Iucundum cunnum invenimus et venalem quaerimus." (The fortune is ours.We have found pleasant cunt and seek to make sale). Mettius replied as Peregrinus looked Lisa over.

"Estne canis adhuc virgo?" (Is the bitch yet a virgin?) the slaver inquired.

"Foramina eius adhuc integra sunt, praeter os acutum." (Her holes are yet untouched, save her sharp mouth.) Sextus jested with a laugh.

"DCCC denarium, pulchrum et finalem." (800 denari, fair and final.) Caelus said as Sextus offered his hand.

"A paciscor percussus est." (A deal is struck.) Mettius replied as both men shook hands with the slaver, received the coin, split it amongst them, and went on their way. Peregrinus then took Lisa and pinned her to the wall as he kissed her neck.

"Pudeat te adhuc virgo esse. Sto accipere nummum aliquantum ad habendum te ut talem…sed dii tibi benedixerunt alio foramine." (Shame that you are yet virgin, I stand to receive considerable coin to keep you as such...but the gods have blessed you with another hole.) The slaver replied with glee as he ripped Lisa's dress apart. She fought and wept desperately, but to no avail as her once unimaginable torment began anew.

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