The Overthrow (closed)

[Dreamweaver28]

The pain had become unbearable so long ago, but somehow he had not yet passed out. What a curse. Every now and then a moan would escape his lips as would a vision of his wife smiling in his direction. His most beloved thing in this world was also the only thing that brought him his will to live, that and his young son who he promised himself he would return to. But, as weeks passed now, at least he believed it was that, he had begun to lose hope of ever seeing them again. At first one will most likely deny reality and their fate, as he had as well, but eventually the reality will catch up to them. He knew this was a risk of undertaking such a risky mission, but he should have been much more careful. Thoughts immediately ended as he could feel the muscles in his right shoulder tearing as his body limply hung from the chains attached to the ceiling.

Darius was a nude from the waist up and the tattered pants were barely recognizable as clothing. He was an older man, at nearly twenty eight in a harsh world, but he was as fit as a man could be. One needed to be to survive the gladiator rings of Rome. He was a tanned skin man, with a strong chest, coated in coarse hair, and one would surely call him a manly man, handsome, with a chiseled chin. He had strong legs, powerful arms, and short dark hair which drew most attention to his intense light green eyes. Darius was fit, toned, but he surely had excessive mass to him. He was a bruiser, with a firm frame, and stood at nearly six two. He had survived three years in the gladiator rings and for this he was beloved by Rome and adored by the women. But, he was faithful to his wife, who had been his long before the ring, long before he was ashamed by his superiors in the legion.

The last time he had seen someone, drank something, was a day or two ago he believed, by a torturer employed by the most powerful senator of Rome, who had somehow learned he was apart of a coup and his mission was to woo and sway the opinion of the senator's young daughter. Darius had been against the orders at first, but he was true to the cause and eventually accepted it, even if he knew it meant betraying his beloved. Darius had only seen the Senator's daughter one, but despite his love for his wife, he could not deny he wasn't attracted. However, just as he had been about to approach her he had been ambushed and carted off to this place. Now weeks, or however long, had passed and he had been tortured for answers, yet he had given none.

Bloodied, cut, torture had not gotten him to talk.

And yet now he hung from the ceiling, his arms trying to depart from his body.

 

[summergal21]

She was born as the youngest daughter and the youngest child of the man known as one of the most influential man in the Roman senate. Her sisters have been married off to either foreign nobles, wealthy generals or members of the senate. Her brothers have taken a young wife from a wealthy family and used the family name to work in the Senate or had their hand in the trading business.

As the youngest in the family and her parents only bringing children into the world to amass their family name, she was raised by her servants. Servants who dare not disagree to any request and who dare not scold her. And when her family did care for her all they did was praise their youngest offspring. Often giving her gifts to ease the guilt they felt for leaving her with the household staff. Thus she grew up knowing no consequences, no boundaries and believing she truly was the gods gift to not just her family but to all of Rome.

Her name, Valeria means "to be strong". The name was given to her as her birth was difficult and most thought she would not make it through her first week on Earth. However once she had survived through her infancy she quickly thrived and when she came of age every bachelor wanted her hand. Not only because of her family bloodline but because of her beauty. She had a fair clear complexion with virginal ivory skin. The lack of color on her skin mirrored the sheltered life she led. She spent her days on her family's estate in the city. Only leaving when necessary for a banquet, a trip to their vacation estates, or to watch the gladiators fight. She was well educated, knew how to read and write, a master at playing string instruments, was well known to have a voice of an angel and danced gracefully.

As the youngest daughter of the most powerful senator in Rome her life was often at risk and she was always accompanied by a servant as well as her own champion gladiator. Although it was common for her life to be at threat she recently found out that it was her heart, her love that was at risk.
A plan was set for a once gladiator to woo her heart. She heard from the help in her household as well as the visitors in her house that the man, who survived three years in the rings as a gladiator, had attempted to enter into her life, seduce her and sway her opinion in order to influence her father. Luckily men who were loyal to her father found out about the plan and he was now in her family's dungeon. Her father had many enemies and had constructed a dungeon beneath their estate to keep the men who attempted to cross him.
Once Valeria came to knowledge of this she became intrigued and decided to meet the man who planned to takedown her father through her.

She needed a plan- unlike her usual requests of purchasing all the finest silk just so no one else can have it, or to constantly have someone fan her in the heat or even her more cruel requests like wanting to watch her pet lion maul a traitor just for her enjoyment. She was even known at times to demand more outlandish requests such as wanting to watch two of her servants pleasure each other sexually and then fornicate just out of her sheer curiosity. She never sexually pleasured herself or had anyone do such a thing to her but she found herself curious and it seemed to be the perfect punishment for her servants as they were always embarrassed.

She was also known to "give" her servants to her drunk father and at times her mother if they ever crossed her. Of course her father and even her mother sleeping with the household staff wasn't new but her forcefully making sure that a certain servant is in arms reach for her parents pleasure was a cruel game Valeria started recently.

But again her desire to meet the man currently locked away in her father's dungeon for the crime of attempting to woo her wouldn't be easily allowed as she was not permitted to be in the dungeon. Her father liked to shield her away from the cruel things he partook in as he was still his "little girl".

Thus Valeria thought of a plan.

Valeria was alone on her family's vast estate, her father at the Forum, her mother away to one of their vacation homes, her siblings away on their own estate or at work. Valeria was sitting out on the garden enjoying the sun, playing her cithara wearing a white stolla which made her look angelic. Her delicate fingers running across the strings of her cithara as she eyed one of her kitchen servants bringing her, her lunch.

The kitchen servant approached the servant standing beside Valeria, holding out the tray of food to see if Valeria would protest it. Valeria said nothing and the tray of food which consisted of salted bread, a fruit plate, a boiled egg, cheese and for dessert Roman cheesecake was placed on the table nearby Valeria.

Once Valeria's finger left her cithara, her bodyguard brought the table of food closer to her while her servant took the cithara from her hands. Valeria glanced at the food in front of her, as if she was contemplating what to eat first.

"I want to meet the man currently in the dungeon for trying to woo me." Valeria said, grabbing a grape and placing it between her fingers.

The servant next to her, as well as her bodyguard looked at her in surprise as they didn't know that Valeria was even aware of the man.

"I don't think that would be a smart idea." Her bodyguard carefully said.

"Why not?" Valeria asked as she continued to roll the grape between her fingers gently, making sure the skin of the grape isn't damaged.

"Well, why would you ever want to go down there?" Her servant asked carefully, trying to sound cheery.

"Because I want to, shouldn't that be reason enough?" She asked her eyes glaring at her servant.

"The man attempted to commit a crime against your family, against you…I don't think…" The former gladiator started to say but then Valeria squished the grape between her finger. Both of the staff noticed this and quickly glanced at each other, they knew that Valeria was unhappy with their responses.

"I said I wanted to go down and meet him." Valeria took both of her hands and turned the table over that had her lunch. The glass plate that had her food quickly shattered, the bread, the cheese, her dessert, and the rest of the fruit all on the ground and covered in dirt and gravel.

The two attendants gasped, unsure of what to do next and what punishment they would be given by Valeria.

Valeria stood up and walked to the loaf of bread on the ground and stepped on the hard exterior but soft interior bread with her sandals. "Now unless you two want to eat this bread, I will take it down to the criminal since I'm sure he's been starved. By the time I come back, my lunch should better be ready and since wasting food is improper the rest of the food will be your meals." Valeria then took the dirtied loaf of bread and made her way out of the garden with her bodyguard right beside her. She put on a red hued palla around her body to hide her brunette hair.

Once the two navigated to the entrance of the underground dungeon at the far corner of her large estate, her bodyguard handed her a lit lantern.

"He's chained, so he will not be able to harm you and I will be right next to you." He carefully told her.

Valeria showed no signs of fear and nodded her head, "Don't worry, if he tries anything I'm sure you'll kill him for me." She said with a playful smile, not understanding the preciousness of life.

The former gladiator bowed his head and lead the way with his own lit lantern. Valeria still holding her dirtied loaf of bread, climbed down the stairs to the dungeon and when the guards at the dungeon questionably looked at the two, her bodyguard glared at them.

Her bodyguard was known as a merciless killer in the empire and no one dared cross him. The guards quickly allowed the two to enter into the dungeon, the heavy iron door opening, creaking loudly announcing the entrance of the two to the prisoner.

Valeria held her breath, and made sure her palla was covering everything except her eyes as she did not want to smell the blood, sweat and human waste. Valeria should have been fearful, but she was instead giddy as she had a new toy to play with.

With her guard lighting the room, Valeria approached the man hanging from the ceiling. Her hand holding onto the dirtied loaf of bread, her eyes gleaming with evil thoughts. She made sure she was over a foot away from the man so he could not touch her but still see her.

"You must be Darius." She said with a smirk, her voice unwavering.

"I'm the girl you tried to seduce for whatever cause you work for… they will now wish they never sent you here and I'll be sure that everyone in this empire learns the punishment that will come when they use me as bait." She said standing in front of him.

"Oh and heres your…meal." She said as she reached up, pretending to about to feed him. But then she purposely dropped the bread on the ground.

Her bodyguard attempted to pick it up, but Valeria hissed at him. "Ooops, guess you'll just have to figure out a way."

She looked up at Darius with her chestnut brown eyes sharply and with an evil smirk stamped on her face.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

He, of course, had heard them approaching for noise carried easily within this place. It was used to intimidate other 'guests'. Hearing another man scream in pain due to what was being committed against him often made it quite likely the next man would talk. However, Darius had not yet broken. Physically he had, and likely mentally as well, but he wouldn't be the one to bring down a coup. Tears could be found on his cheeks for he had cried, the pain was still so intense. No longer could he pull himself up when he heard someone approaching, he was no longer able to be defiant physically. At first he didn't look up, but when he smelled the scent of a woman he couldn't help himself, especially as he knew it wasn't the scent of his wife.

"And, I know who you are...Valeria," he said defiantly, recognizing her. He had been watching her, thus he knew her appearance, beauty, and skin as white as far northern snow. As she held up the food to him he couldn't help himself as he was starving, and thus leaned forwards trying to bite from it. But, just as it neared she dropped it to the ground, teasing him. A fleeting burst of anger caused him to snap forwards, getting incredibly close, but not as close as he would have liked.

"I see you are just like your father, a sick and twisted being. How unfortunate such filth walks this world," he said, and winced as he felt further tearing in his shoulder. "What do you want? I have no doubt it is to simply get off by the pain of another, whore."

 

[summergal21]

Her eyes making sure to only look into his as she had no desire to look at his battered body or the bodies of any of the other prisoners.

"I thought you were supposed to be in love with me." Valeria said with a smirk, "Is the word, whore, what you call the woman you love?" She said with a huff. "And you should know I'm untouched and pure…despite my hobbies." Valeria said with an evil twinkling in her eyes.

"I just thought I should bring you some food, I'm sure you've been starved and beaten…but I…" She said with a childish laugh, "I dropped it, I'm so sorry." She said as she rolled her eyes.

"And of course I'm like my father, I am his beautiful daughter, his gift from the gods." She added. "Also the next time you call me a name that is… other than the name given by my parents. I will make sure you suffer for your lack of manners." She looked at her guard who already had his hand on his sword, ready to harm anyone if commanded by Valeria.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Darius looked into the woman's eyes, staring into them, as she continued to rattle on nonsense and show her power over him. He grit his teeth, pulled against his bonds, but could do nothing to shut her up. Talking anymore was pointless for she had the power and would not be swayed by anything he could say. She was indeed just like her father, and he was beginning to wonder why he had been ordered to sway her. This woman obviously was not one to join their cause, unless she was power hungry and saw better opportunity with them. How he, a man with no power at all, was suppose to make that happen made him question everything. Darius was judging her every second that passed.

As she threatened him he smiled and could not contain saying something. "Just like your father, unable to do the dirty work yourself. You must order your pets to do your business," he said, looking at the man with his hand on the sword. It was a challenge, but Darius would have preferred to be able to partake it with his own sword. "So, you've seen what you've seen, not leave me be, playing with a dead man is a dangerous game to your own fortune."

He despised her and though once was interested in wooing and bedding her, he now wanted to do anything less than consensual to her.

 

[summergal21]

Valeria chuckled, "You think I'm not capable of doing my own dirty work?" She then took the sword from her guard and put the sword to her eye level, her eyes studying the sharpness of the sword and how the metal even shines underground.

The guard at first hesitates when Valeria takes the sword from him as he feared for his own safety as she was well known to enact violence against her own people.

"You should know I'm more than capable of doing my own dirty work." She said as she took the blade and placed it against Darius's clothed thigh. She took the blade and placed it against his already tattered pants, making sure she had space between the two so he wouldnt be able to kick her. She used the blade to carefully cut through the already frayed pants of Darius and slowly, yet with skill so she only left a superficial mark to just allow the fresh blood to appear through his pants.

"Oops, sorry that was an accident too." Valeria said with a sinister smile.
"Also do know that I'm more than capable of inflicting…well actual pain. I have skilled healers on hand that would be able to stitch up anything if we need to well…keep you around." She said with a grin that was nothing more than evil.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

As she withdrew the blade Darius showed no fear, though the look in her eyes suggested that she was quite capable of inflicting damage upon him. The guard looked fearful as well, which was odd as the man seemed as hardened as one expected to work for her family. However, his eyes watched her closely as she leveled the blade against him and then lowered it to the region of his body that he wished most to remain intact. Her skill with the blade was impressive, it was obvious that she was well trained. With the few movements of it she was able to cut away his pants, but seemingly purposefully also left a wound upon his thigh that bled.

He was completely naked now, humiliated, and threatened with such physical harm that she promised could be patched up to be committed against him endlessly. The blood trailed down his thigh and leg slowly, her cut had been perfect to not inflict too much damage, but just enough to cause discomfort. His arms were killing him most of all though. Completely naked one could really see the scars on his body, they were extremely numerous, more visible as his chest was shaved. He had done this shaving vigorously as in the ring it made him appear more godly, the perfect companion to those gods on Olympus. The phallus between his legs was considered befitting of a god as well. Despite all of this the pain he felt was very real.

"If you are going to do this, then get on with it. The talking is the worst part of this all. You talk way too much!"

He tried to strike at her again, a pointless attempt, but he had to at least struggle.

 

[summergal21]

A smirk spread across Valeria's face as she watched her prisoner, now naked in front of her. Physically Darius was vulnerable, nude, hands tied up in the air, the only thing he could control were the words leaving his lips and the meaningless kicks from his feet as he tries to fight back.

Despite his tortured physical state, his soul was not yet shattered, his eyes showed no fear and his voice, strained, yet still strong. By this time, she was used for the prisoners to beg for their lives, even from the men who fought heroically on the battlefield, as a gladiator warrior in the rings. As a woman who had so little control in her public life, she relished the control she had over her servants and especially the prisoners.

She wanted to hear Darius beg for his life, she wanted to see fear in his eyes. She wanted the man who tried to con her to get to her father to regret the day he even thought she would fall for such a heinous act.

"Well you should get used to me talking..." Valeria said making sure to keep her gaze on his eyes and not on his well-built body. "I mean, wasn't your task to try to woo me? You're definitely not succeeding in that. Anyway, it would take out all the fun if I just kill you now..." Her words were cruel and mean but the sound of her voice was almost harmonious. Her eyes gleaming with delight as she tried to think the next step in her mischievous game.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

It was hard to keep his head raised, but he struggled, and succeeded in doing so. Darius looked into the woman's eyes as she looked back at him. She was enjoying this and he'd guess that she actually got some sort of pleasure from it as well. Only the insane and sick enjoyed something like this. "Shouldn't you be trying to get the names of the others out of me? This hesitation makes you look foolish or as clueless as a child." His job was to woo her, but before he had been able to undertake the task he had watched her for months and asked about her from servants to friends. It was likely what had gotten him caught, but he did know enough about her to insult her well enough.

"The pampered daughter, pompous, beautiful, but as capable to survive outside her walls as a fish out of water. You're a bitch to your staff, you're a bitch to any man that comes around you, so despite everything else you bring it's your personality that kills." He gave her a bloody smile. "Men talk in taverns of your beauty, your pussy, but how neither are enough to get over that no man could sustain his cock when he must listen to you." He was going to be beaten severely for this as he had struggled enough to get through it all, but he had wanted to say it for so long.

Between the beatings that followed he tried to continue on. "I....have had the fortune once to see you naked, but I wasn't the only one looking, I saw your father watching too. Keeping it in the family would be best, for finally the world may soon be rid of your distasteful bloodline," he said, and spit blood upon the ground and laughed through the pain.