moment he wondered if she were blind, but he could see she was not. The vacant look touched him in a strange fashion. He realized he felt sorry for the beautiful young woman.
Then suddenly the door to the little theatrical chamber burst asunder. The audience gasped as three naked, oiled warriors strode onto the stage. They were all identical in features. Each wore a helmet with a horsetail, and carried a sword and a decorated shield; but it was their large male organs that intrigued both the men and the women in the audience.
“God in his heaven!” murmured Basilicus. “Where did those three come from? Surely they aren’t going to … ah, yes, they are!” He leaned forward, fascinated, as the three barbarians began their violation of the hapless virgin.
Cailin’s gauzy little garment was torn violently from her voluptuous body. Raising her right arm, she pressed the back of her hand against her forehead while her left arm was positioned down and slightly back. This clever little piece of staging allowed her audience a perfect view of her beautiful naked body. For the briefest of moments the three barbarians stood silent, as if they too were admiring their victim. Then suddenly one of them grabbed the girl and kissed her fiercely, his big hands roaming over her lush form, fondling it vigorously. A second barbarian tore the maiden from his companion and began to plunder her lips, only to have the third man in their trio demand his share of the sweetness as well. For a few minutes the barbarians kissed and caressed Cailin beneath the collective hot gaze of their audience.
“Oh, the gods!” a faceless female voice half moaned in the darkness as the three golden barbarians suddenly turned to face the audience, revealing their engorged manhoods in all their epic proportions.
There were more lustful sighs and groans as the playlet continued onward to its conclusion. Clutching the girl to prevent her escape, the three barbarians diced to see who would take the virginity contained in her temple of Venus. Unknown to the audience, this was the one part of the act that was left to chance each time the quartet performed. Jovian believed if his male actors played exactly the same role in each performance, they would become stale in their parts, and hence boring.
Apollo won the first toss, and grinned delightedly. He had been relegated to the role his brother Castor would play tonight for the last three performances. He groaned with genuine pleasure as Cailin was forced down upon his manhood. Pollux knelt down behind the girl, grasping her hips tightly while she balanced herself upon her hands, and slowly inserted himself in her temple of Sodom. The audience chuckled as Castor, apparently left out of the fun, looked downcast. Then a wicked smile crossed his face. Walking over to the entwined group, he stood over Apollo, and reaching down, lifted Cailin’s head up. He rubbed himself against her lips until, with what appeared a demure reluctance, she opened her mouth and took his manhood in, at first shyly, and then with a noisy suckling. Carefully, the other two men began to move on the girl as well. Her ravishers howled with their pleasure.
It was clever, the general thought. The girl looked as innocent as a young lambkin. The blankness in her eyes, however, told him that she was doing what she had to do to survive. She was certainly not enjoying the three men now pushing themselves into the three orifices of her lovely body. About him Aspar saw men and women in the audience slack-jawed and wide-eyed with lustful enjoyment. Several couples, physically involved themselves, were moaning their own pleasure as the players upon the stage were bringing this little piece of depravity to its natural conclusion. As the quartet collapsed in a heap of entwined limbs, the curtains were drawn back across the stage.
Jovian appeared, to the cheers and shouts of the audience. “You have enjoyed our little entertainment?” he asked coyly, a winsome twinkle in his eyes.
They shouted their approval at him, and he beamed, pleased.
“Are there any ladies here tonight who would like to enjoy the special attentions of one of our handsome young barbarians?” Jovian inquired slyly. He was immediately bombarded with eager requests. The three brothers were quickly auctioned off, appearing from behind the curtain to join their happy partners for the night. To Basilicus’s astonishment, Senator Romanus’s lusty wife gained possession of one of the players, and disappeared