roman face stomp to death sport

[darkindiantrampleguy]

does anyone know stories about the upper class romans using attractive women to stomp slaves faces to death in the colloseum to fullfill their sexual gratification of being stomped to death?

[manager]

:eek: Did this practice really occur??

[Tiny2004]

I wish I could be one of these lucky slaves :)

[Miss_clinton]

Originally posted by darkindiantrampleguy
does anyone know stories about the upper class romans using attractive women to stomp slaves faces to death in the colloseum to fullfill their sexual gratification of being stomped to death?


May be you should write a story on this topic and post it...

:)

[cicci]

it's a shame they didn't have high heels then

[darkindiantrampleguy]

miss clinton do u do trample sessions?

[Miss_clinton]

Lets see you write that story first..
SLAVE!

[darkindiantrampleguy]

im not good at writing stories miss clinton sorry

[ROYALS22262]

A view from the de-feeted! This is an old story with a similar theme, though it is a female versus female foot domination tale.
This is an attempt at some historical fiction. Please respond and let me know if you liked it or not, and why? I do like to hear from you guys. Thanks. On with the story.... This takes place toward the end of the Roman empire, where men, women and sometimes children were captured and used for sport. On Sunday's the captured men were sent to the Colleseum to fight each other, or certain gladiators or even worse the lions. But, every other Wednesday was special, that was the day the women were pitted against each other! The rules for the female battles were a bit different, but most interesting and entertaining. The women would be released on to the Colleseum floor about 100 at a time. They would be dressed in robes and sandals, and would have no weapons at all. All their fighting would be to the death of an opponent, without any ganging up permitted. The women would target each other like lions after their prey. Once two combatants entered a battle against each other, no one else could enter or interfere, and that battle would be to the death! You had to guard all sides, until you became engaged in your individual battle. Let the games begin!!! Athena, was a tall and beautiful Greek prisoner, who had killed a woman beneath her feet in this battle royale just two weeks ago. She would have to prove herself yet again today, just 2 hours from now. The 5'8 statuesque beauty, with long straight black hair, blue eyes, a thin long nose, with long and thin lips, was about 130 lbs of tough and determined woman. In her holding pen, she reflected on her previous battle while practicing kicks with her lethal size 8 sandaled right foot. She remembered a key moment when her beautiful African conquest, a chocolate black woman, with a yellow scarf through her hair, starred up at her with total fear in her brown eyes. The 5'6 loser shook as Athena's deadly right sandaled foot stomped on her face over and over. Athena then slipped the right sandal off, so that she could slowly smother her victim under her sexy bare foot. The black woman bloody and dazed could provide no resistance, and her last breaths were of Athena's foot stink just filling up her lungs. Athena looked at her foot of death, and marveled at how pretty and feminine it was. Long and narrow with long toe nails that were clean and un-polished, they looked soft and sweet and not deadly at all. Once again it will be kill or get killed in this arena of death. Athena, pumping with adrenaline got a little moist between her legs, just wondering what the face beneath her feet will look like today. Supremely confident in her abilities she was ready for today. She studied her sexy feet some more as she practiced more deadly kicks, slow and steady, her toe nails glowed with anticipation. It was now time. One hundred women, prisoners and slaves from all over the earth, will be released into this forum of death solely for the crowds enjoyment. Athena, a Greek goddess was one of the favorites of the crowd, due to her great beauty and fearlessness. They loved how mean she was, posing and blowing kisses to the crowd, while her opponent lay beneath her bare right foot, gasping for breath, and being smothered under gorgeous Greek foot stink, until she could take no more! The women came out running, all trying to watch everyone else there, targeting a victim, while avoiding becoming one. It was like a wide open jungle, that reaked of fear and wonder, with the ultimate stakes lying in the balance, or at a conquerors feet. Emotions ran high, the screams were deafening, as bodies ran with wild abandon, 10 separate entrances in to the Colleseum with 10 women entering from each entrance way, now converging toward the middle of the Colleseum floor. Athena was fast, her feet already were sweating perfusely as she headed toward the middle. She tried to lock her sights in on one potential victim. Once she was locked in combat with that woman, she would no longer have to worry about anyone else, those were the rules, and they were strictly followed. She spotted a slow footed and pretty Asian girl, only 5'2 105 lbs with short black hair. I could take her she thought. She headed toward her with haste and purpose, but that may have been her un-doing. For that second she lost all other vision around her, and just before she could grab her Asian victim, she felt a punishing kick connect flush with the back of her head. Athena never saw it coming, but was knocked to the ground very badly dazed and semi-with it. She felt a large sandaled foot now stomp repeatedly on her head and back, on the side of her face, and she felt absolutely defenseless. It was at that moment that she was aware of her impending defeat, at the feet of another woman conqueror. She had become someone else's prey, she was like a deer who knew a female lion was about to eat her. She was surprised and couldn't fight back, she felt paralyzed and completely defeated. She felt her woman conqueror sit on the small of her back, and her arms being pulled behind her back by this woman's hands. She slowly noticed two sexy Roman gladiator sandals apear by the sides of her face. She noticed that her conqueror, much like her, had exquisitely feminine feet, and she was amazed. These beautiful feet are going to kill me. The feet like hers were very long and narrow, bigger than hers, maybe a size 10. Two very sexy and prominent big toes wiggled by her face, with smaller toes decending in order. The toes had a rosy glow, a polish made from flowers she thought. These are the feet of my un-doing. She hadn't seen her conquerors face, but now got to hear her laugh of relief, and studied the feet of defeat. Her head was pulled back, and the sandaled feet now placed under her face. Her head was now being forced down upon the conquering and wiggling toes. The toes looked like pink roses, but didn't smell like them she thought to herself. SMELL MY FEET AND DIE, BITCH! The voice sounded very much Italian. Here she was on the floor of the Roman Colleseum, apparently being killed by sexy Roman Italian girl feet! She felt the girl's hot breath on her neck, whispering to her, how does it feel to die at my sexy feet? The heat and sweat from the girl's feet was even worse! She was forced to smell stinky olive and vinegar feet in a fishy sauce, it was pure STINK!!! FOR SUCH SEXY FEET. She felt the toes wiggle in her face, as she was forced hard into the feet. This girl wanted to humiliate her before she killed her! Her nose was gripped tight between her big toe and second toe, and Athena was getting real dizzy and woosey. She felt her conqueror roll her on to her back, her eyes filled with tears and foot sweat. At last she would see her master, the victorious one. Athena was surprised. The Italian woman was absolutely gorgeous, to us a young Sofia Loren. To Athena, a beautiful and sexy woman. If she was going to die, and she was, let it be beneath the feet of this knock out vision of a woman with big size 10 bare feet! She watched her Italian captor remove her sandals slowly while sitting on her. Her smile was bright and radient. She saw a long narrow and un-blemished bare right foot almost without wrinkles decend on her face, for her death smother. The foot was pure graceful beauty, and her ultimate end. The foot lightly tickled her face at first, she felt it's warmth and moistness dance all over her pretty features. I'm dying under this woman's foot she thought to herself again. The smell was awful, she just wanted it to end now, as she smelled more oily stink, and gasped for air. She felt the foot apply a little more pressure, and a little more than that, and more still. She started to feel as if she was going to go, she could take it no more. She felt the warm sole rub on her nose and mouth, the taunting toes wiggle above her eyebrows. Smother under my feet, Greek loser, was the last words she heard. She now knew she looked like the black girl under her foot! Well, she thought to herself, if I run into that beautiful black girl in heaven, won't we have a lot to talk about!!! She gasped again, the fishy oily smelly foot stink absorbed all of her senses, and thousands of years before electricity Athena learned the true meaning of lights out!!!

[dktrfroid]

dude!!! ....great story. thanks for writing it!

dktr

[Miss_clinton]

ROYALS22262 -- It is a nice story, thank you. :)

[footlover89]

ROYALS22262, as always your stories in my view should be published...great story bud.

[ROYALS22262]

Thank you for the nice comments about this old story, I really appreciate it. There is nothing more fun for me than sharing true experiences, or writing a fictional tale, about female domination. When that gets possitive and kind responses, and the thought that someone truly enjoyed my contribution enough to comment on it, that is the icing on the cake. Thanks AGAIN, the royal dude.

[calf]

I like it very much!! any other else??look forward!!